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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Sparkle was frowning a little bit at the order forms sitting in front of him. Yeah, yeah, he knew the whole point of Demon Marcus was to carry product for literally all body types, but he couldn't help notice that some of the more... uniquely shaped articles of clothing were more likely to literally charge by the arm and the leg, so to speak. And he didn't care if you came to the island with a Besalisk physiology or you were literally just a pile of tentacles or something, nobody deserved to pay extra in the wintertime just because they wanted to be warm.

After a couple of hours of scouring the internet across a few different realities, Sparkle managed to find a supplier that manufactured and shipped ethically-sourced winter clothing for most sentient body shapes at a reasonable price.

That was...

He smiled a little as he started filling out the order forms.

... Satisfying.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

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Another weekend, another mission. At least this one was short.

'Course, that meant that when Atton hit the island back around noon, he figured he might as well pick up some burgers and stop by Demon Marcus to see how the kid was doing.

"What are you smugging about?" he asked, pushing open the door.

"I'm smugging because I'm awesome," Sparkle replied, shooting a grin at Atton over his shoulder. "I went to place an order, and... like... you've seen some of the fucking prices in here, right?"

He wrinkled his nose, demonstrating what he thought about that.

"Took me a few hours, but I found a quality supplier who doesn't gouge anybody who has anything but standard, so-called ideal human anatomy. It gets freaking cold around here in the winter, people deserve to be able to dress warm, dammit."

"Probably gonna be a few months before they go under," said Atton Rand, eternal optimist. "But hey, good on you."

He put the take-out bag down on the counter.

"Though people here are bizarrely human-shaped overall as a whole."

"Yeah, yeah. But I've met at least a few with, like, wings. That's something, anyway," Sparkle replied, shrugging and leaning back in his seat. "These guys also supply the human-shaped stuff, and it looks like they're willing to put in special orders, since... I obviously can't stock up for every body type in a store this size. Mostly I'm just sick of people coming in, looking at the prices of stuff I'm practically selling at cost, and debating just how cold it has to get out there before they'll bite the bullet and come back in."

He wrinkled his nose a bit.

"I give away more clothes to people who are new to the island..."

"Probably a bad business model."

Atton snagged a burger out of the bag. "But hey, if this is a shot at getting people to actually buy stuff instead of guilting you into giving it away for free, I'm all for it."

"It's not like they guilt trip me," Sparkle muttered, giving the burgers a bit of a puppy-face. "It's just, I don't want to see people go cold when they didn't even mean to end up here."

Okay, there was some guilt going on there, but it was mostly Sparkle guilting himself, really.

"Don't suppose there's a burger for me in here, huh?"

Not that waiting for an answer was going to stop Sparkle from leaning forward to go rummaging through the bag himself.

"No, I decided to bring my food here so I could eat it in front of you really slowly," Atton said, and rolled his eyes. "There's one for you, Mother Theresa."

That was like, an Earth reference, right?

It was! Maybe a bit before Sparkle's time, but he wrinkled his nose a little all the same.

"God, I can't be Mother Theresa," he protested, pulling his burger out and peeling off the wrapper. "I swear too fucking much. And believe in, like, condoms."

Which he'd happily hand out for free along with the winter clothes, if people needed them!

"What, like that they exist?"

Yeah, Atton knew what Sparkle meant, but come on, that joke was right there.

He bit into his already-unwrapped burger. He'd been starving. Sparkle was lucky he'd held out this long.

"That they exist," Sparkle agreed, "and that it is right to give them praise for all the wonderful things they do."

A list which he wasn't going to elaborate on. You're welcome, Atton.

"I mean, I'd totally worship at the Church of Contraception if there was one. Why the hell not?"

Atton was incredibly grateful Sparkle was not letting him in on his sex life. Thanks, Sparks.

"Now there's a Force Cult I haven't heard of before," Atton snarked. "Seems like we've got one for just about everything else."

"At least this is a productive one!"

A beat.

"Or... I guess not?"

"I'd say it's about the opposite of productive, technically," Atton mused. "But a fun kind of unproductive."

He swallowed another bite of burger. "You get a lot of people coming in for that winter stuff yet?"

"Nah. The people who are here know by now to prepare for that stuff, or they'll be tripping in once there's actual ice on the ground, in shock. We get more in around January, with the new kids, usually."

He took a bite of his own burger - oh god he needed that - and grinned a little.

"Plenty of time for me to stock up before people come in here with their teeth chattering."

"Well, maybe you're lucky this time, and we get a big haul of kids with tentacles for heads or something," Atton said. He leaned back against the counter and eyed the shop. "And if you don't like someone, you can always order in a full stock of Jedi robes. Nothing says 'prepared for winter' like wearing a tent."

"Give it enough time, I bet one of my suppliers'll send me a whole shipment of those damn things eventually anyway," Sparkle snorted. "I can give them away to the newbies who don't have any money, if nothing else. That'll make the welcome picnics real interesting."

What with all the GFFA folks who would get tripped up by the Jedi look.

"We could probably give Skywalker a heart attack or two," Atton mused.

"... That sounds worth bringing in a few shipments of wearable tents, to me."

It wasn't really difficult to tempt this one.

And, y'know, trolling your friends just you cared, right? That was the only way Atton could explain his friendship with Anakin, anyway.

"Stand outside the welcome picnic and hand it out to all the newbies," he said. "Unless Anakin's got the welcome wagon."

"So, what are the odds of you taking care of shuttle duty while I take care of robe duty?"

Sparkle would go to impressive lengths just to take the piss out of Skywalker.

"I could run the shuttle again," Atton mused. "And it probably wouldn't even be hard to convince Cara to come with me, just so we're full-up on teachers."

"And then hand out nice, free, warm winter clothing to everyone who doesn't have any," Sparkle replied, gleefully. "Where do you guys get yours, anyway? Is there, like, an ugly robe locker, or does somebody actually manufacture those burlap sacks somewhere?"

"I honestly don't know," Atton admitted. "Mical keeps ordering them, and before that, we'd just find them in random footlockers and stuff."

Or picked them off dead bodies. One or the other or both.

Yeah, Sparkle was going to just not think about what the 'and stuff' part amounted to, there.

"... I guess I'm gonna have to talk to Mical about that one, then," he noted. "Unless you guys, like, have Google."

Ah, the small joys of living in the Old Sith Wars era.

"A version of it?" Atton offered, "But I doubt that's gonna help you much." He shrugged lightly. "You're always welcome to tag along back to Coruscant sometime."

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Sparkle pursed his lips a little, and then shrugged.

"Sure, why not," he replied. "I'm guessing it's been a while since anybody out that way had a proper meal that wasn't takeout, anyway."

And... he kind of missed the place. It had been the little oasis of sanity back when they'd been fighting for the home and losing. Even with all of the extra crazy that came from hanging out with a Jedi.

You'd have to put a blaster to Atton's head to get him to admit it, but he pretty much thought of the Temple in the same way. Not enough to live there permanently - at least for now, with his brain still frequently at war with itself - but, yeah. It was nice.

Just weird without semi-regular Sparkle visits. That was kinda part of it.

"Hey, maybe we can get everyone together at some point," he said, "Pretend like it's a holiday."

"There are a couple of those coming up," Sparkle mused. "Like, I don't give a shit about American Thanksgiving, but it'd be as good an excuse as any. Get everyone at the same table, put out a shitload of food. I could get my hands on some actual recipes from out that way, now that I can more or less read them."

He still got osk and xesh confused sometimes, and on a bad day krill and wesk, but he'd finally stopped confusing leth and resh, and a lot of it from there was just sorting out context from the rest of the word. Aurebesh was a pretty easy language to read, just so long as you approached it phonetically.

"Not like anyone back home knows about any of these stoopa Earth holidays anyway," Atton said, shrugging.

Though between the five Lost Jedi, the two Padawans, Bastila-kriffing-Shan and Deesra, dinner with everyone present would definitely be every bit as dysfunctional as your average Thanksgiving dinner. So ther ewas that.

"When's American Thanksgiving, anyway?"

"I dunno," Sparkle admitted, finishing off his burger and crumpling the wrapper to try to basketball-toss it into the trash. "A couple of weeks from now, I think. It's all weird and late in the year, and they do it on a Thursday, like a bunch of weirdos."

Clearly the sensible day to celebrate was on a Monday, so that it was bordering the actual weekend and didn't screw up your whole week from there. Duh.

Or they could just acknowledge that Christmas was the only rational time of the year to have a get-together with lots of food, and transfer their gift-giving holiday to a sensible time before that point so it didn't get in the way.

... but not to get Dutch about it.

"Eh, we'll take a random stab at a weekend and tell the others it's like an important Earth holiday or something," Atton said, waving his hand. "Might wipe the serious looks off of their faces for once."

By which he mostly meant Mical. And maybe Brianna.

And okay, Visas.

... basically everyone's but his and Mira's.

"Could be fun," Sparkle mused. "And, like, if nothing else we can always take video so we can laugh at people later if it all blows up in our faces."

Which, you know, Sparkle was kind of already mentally preparing for.

"Any, like, meal requests?"

For this mysterious fake holiday they were going to make up?

Atton shrugged. Expressively, even, hands held up. "Nerf?" he said. "I don't think anyone's randomly vegetarian."

Though watch Brianna become one just to be contrarian.

"Well, having some vegetarian dishes to go with the main course can't hurt. You don't even have to eat it," Sparkle decided, tapping a finger against his lower lip thoughtfully. "Potatoes are always good. There'll have to be potatoes."

He knew his way around potatoes, after all. They were easy.

"Spoken like a true Earthling," Atton decided.

"Who knows how to prepare a potato," Sparkle replied, sticking out his tongue. "This is the food of my people. I have to have at least one dish I'm not just faking my way around, dammit."

"Just remember to draw a little face on it and maybe give it weird hair," Atton said, "Just so they know it's yours."

Sparkle... looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I could probably pull something like that off with gravy," he mused.

"Why do I even try to troll you?" Atton asked.

Of the ceiling, mind you, not Sparkle.

"I don't know," Sparkle laughed, "but it keeps me amused, so never stop trying."

It would give Sparkle and Pauline something to chuckle about later!

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