On the Apple's Front Porch

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Anyone stepping out on the porch or looking out a front window will see Han sitting on the steps, head in hands, too afraid to knock on the door, but not knowing where to go either.



[ooc: for those just coming in, he's gotten some of the fear toxin at the pub, and believes Chewbacca has taken the ship and abandoned him.]

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[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*comes out of the door of The Apple, not sure he set the alarm on Pandora's when he closed up tonight and going to check*

*stops dead when he sees Han*

Solo? What are you doing here?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han looks up and thinks for a minute. "Sebastian, right? Got nowhere else to go. Chewie left."

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'm Sebastian. Bas, if you like.

Left as in... *left*? That's harsh.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Left. Watched the ship clear the atmosphere. He's probably halfway home by now." Han;s voice is getting panicky. "And I got no place to go, no money and no nothing! That was my whole life, and it's GONE!"

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*thinks to himself that he probably would have heard the ship if it left, and wonders why he didn't*

Hey... relax, kid. B's upstairs. He's a little sick, but he wouldn't mind the company. Too cold tonight to spend it on the porch. Maybe you two can figure something out.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"What about Satine? I ain't even supposed to be here. Every time I get within two blocks of this place, I get into trouble somehow. You need any more help?" The words come out hard, unwilling, but he knows it's the last option he's got.

Just saying it makes him shake.

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Satine's in no shape to complain right now.

*looks thoughtful for a minute* I'm not sure we need help but... I know of a hotel that's hiring. Can you swim?

*opens the door and motions him in*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I'm a city boy, never learned. He left, Bas. After all his godsbedamned vows by all his godsbedamned trees."

Han follows him in, not paying attention. "Everybody always leaves."

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*takes him up to Bagoas' room, giving him a sympathetic ear the entire time*

*opens the door to let him in* You hungry? I could go pick up something. B is asking for more chicken soup.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han realizes he hasn't eaten since lunch, and that it's almost 9. "Anything would be great. I'm starved."

He goes in and tries to put on a brave face. "Hey Beautiful, they said you were sick."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

All the dreams are bad. Ma dying, coughing her life away in blood-stained bits of cloth. Granddad, and the day he didn't wake up. Marta getting pinched on the last disasterous trick. Chewie, lifting without him, his last sight the blue afterburners against the unfamiliar stars of Earth.

Han wakes up, Bagoas cool now in his arms. Too cool, as if the only body heat is coming from Han himself.

"Oh, no. No, Beautiful, not you too. No!"

He clutches the corpse for a moment and then flings himself out of the bed, and yanks the door open.

"BAS! SATINE! ANYBODY! HE'S DEAD!" The words make it real, and he drops to his knees in the middle of the hall, "he's dead." No more trickles of tears, the day has been too much to bnear, and great sobs wrack him.

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

*stumbles out of her room, her wrap just barely around her, a bite mark clearly visable on her shoulder, her hair touseled and messy*

*What* are you talking about, dear boy?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han has one hand over his face and just points with the other and manages the word "dead."

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

*makes her way to Bagoas' room, looking over her shoulder once to see if her companion is out yet*

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

*pokes head out of the room she just came out of*

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

*heads into Bagoas room, and up to the bed, slowly, a little scared at how still the body is under the covers*

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

*thinks it a good time to make an escape before all hell breaks loose* *heads for the stairs*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*comes in the main hall door and starts heading up the stairs*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

He follows her, having taken a couple deep breaths. "We were aasleep abnd all of a sudden he was cold in my arms. He's dead."


He looks at Bagoas, lying still and drawn under the lamp.

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

He couldnt be dead, it makes no sense. *doesnt sound so sure*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"He's been sick, right? Sick people die."

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

Not all of them...

*touches Bagoas cheek and then stumbels back, looking scared*
*trips over a sidetable and gives a quiet little scream*

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

*stops, turns back around, warring with himself to stay or go*

Aw, hell...

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

*looks at the bed in horror*
Bagoas....

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"I know not all, but he's so fragile."

He tries to catch her, but at the sound of the scream just crumbles in on himself. The last person he cares about has left him.