The Perk, Sunday morning

[sharp_man]

Galen hadn't gone far yesterday, too busy exploring and learning about the home he'd woken up in. But today there were still no signs of Imperial guardians, and he was determined to explore a little further. Maybe he could, if not escape, at least get word out as he'd planned.

He was somewhat sidetracked by the smell of something very like caf, and ended up in a store where, after a bit of mutual misunderstanding, the young lady behind the counter had taken pity on the fact he apparently had no local currency and given him a paper cup of something she called coffee. It was close enough to caf, anyway.

So now he was standing outside the shop and sipping that, trying to figure out what his next move should be.


[Open Perk for your coffee needs, or come say hi to Galen!]

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[stardust_rogue]

Jyn had developed a fondness for coffee herself, so she made her way down to the Perk Sunday morning. She hesitated when she saw "Hannibal" outside. Despite his kindness on the day of her arrival, she'd been avoiding him because she didn't know how to deal with the pain of seeing her father's face on another man. Today he looked especially like Galen Erso.

But the siren call of coffee was strong, and she forced a small smile and said, "Hello, Doctor Lecter."

[sharp_man]

The voice was grown up, but a little familiar, and Galen turned. And then in the shock of recognition, ignored her actual words.

"Jyn?" He started to reach a shaky hand toward her, then stopped himself. "Is it really you?"

[stardust_rogue]

Jyn's first reaction was a spark of anger -- Hannibal knew how she felt about her father, why would he say something like that, with such disbelief and hope? So much for kindness.

But something about his face, the way he was dressed, the tone of his voice, made her desperately want to believe. "Papa?" she whispered.

[sharp_man]

Galen set his cup down quickly, nearly overturning it as he reached for her face. "My Stardust. You're so grown."

[stardust_rogue]

Hannibal certainly wouldn't know to call her that.

"H-how are you here?" she stammered. Warnings of Fandom's weirdness hadn't prepared her for this.

[sharp_man]

"I don't know," Galen confessed. "I don't even know where here is." He reached to pull her into a hug. "Oh, I have missed you. You've been well?"

[stardust_rogue]

Jyn hugged her father fiercely, still stunned with disbelief. "I've missed you, too, Papa," she said.

"This is Fandom. It's a school. Saw sent me here." She was going to ignore the question of "well" because she didn't think he'd want to know his daughter had been running around and risking her life fighting the Empire.

[sharp_man]

He would be very proud, but also insanely worried, so it was probably just as well.

"Did he find me and bring me here?" It seemed too great a coincidence otherwise. "Does the Empire know yet?"

They would find out. They always did.

[stardust_rogue]

Jyn shook her head. "The Empire doesn't know about this place," she said. "That's why Saw brought me here. There are even Jedi here. One of them is my teacher."

Who was teaching a class where he was actively trying to kill his students, but details.

[whoisalicewhite]

Miss Parker had, in fact, gotten her gun back.

Today she also was wearing some of Eliot Spencer's girlfriend's stuff, which at least fit, even if it was a little short in the leg. It also wasn't girl and terrible, which improved her mood yesterday, once she'd gotten food and coffee and calmed down. And avoided the hell out of Noah, because that guy... made her really uncomfortable.

A quick walk around the Island she was on had confirmed that the only way off was the damn Causeway, and trying various other phones had confirmed that nope, no one was answering for her. Whatever Jarod (or something, or someone else) had done, she was stuck here without enough money to even get a goddamn cab.

A really large coffee and a cigarette bummed off some guy near a convenience store were the only things making life worthwhile.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was going to need the world's biggest coffee by the time this weekend was over.

"Ain't run off back to New Orleans yet, huh?" he asked Miss Parker. "How nice of you to stick around."

[whoisalicewhite]

"Screw you, Spencer," Miss Parker said, blowing smoke directly at him. This place was so goddamn weird. "Did you know there's a lion just... lazing around the park? And no one is doing anything about it?"

That had been a large motivation in getting her gun back, yes.

[vdistinctive]

"Right." Eliot smirked. "Radio mentioned something about that. If it ain't eatin' people, I say more power to it." It was a sentient lion by all reports, after all. "Blow that smoke in my face again, I'm gonna put it out in your coffee."

[whoisalicewhite]

Miss Parker's eyes glittered with malice as she smirked. She laid off the smoke in his face for the moment, though, in favor of indulging her curiosity. Also, she didn't want to get into a slapfight about her cigarette at the moment.

"So. What's a badass cowboy like yourself doing in a recreationist's wet dream of a tiny village?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shrugged. "I run the local diner."

She didn't get to know any more than that unless she asked specifically.

[whoisalicewhite]

That earned him a snort, and a skeptical glance, as Miss Parker tried to assess whether he was telling the truth or not. Her interrogation skills did often tend toward "point a gun at someone and yell to get an answer", "lie a lot and trick people into revealing too much" and "smile like you're about to snap and reap the benefits" but she was capable of other approaches. She leaned back, eyes narrowing, more or less accepting that answer as the partial truth it probably was.

"What, no hidden agenda? No covert operations? No sting? I think I'm disappointed."

[vdistinctive]

"Not all of us live in a Cold War spy thriller, darlin'," Eliot said wit ha smirk. "What about you? What sort of woman sleeps with a damn pistol tucked into her fancy pajamas?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot hadn't slept much last night, too worried about what his current house guests would get up to that might end up giving his two partners nightmares when they were back to normal.

And, well. Honestly, he'd just needed to get the hell out of his house for awhile.

He a large red-eye and looked around the shop while he waited for it to be prepared. "Doc," he greeted, then squinted. "Or -- Not-Doc, I'm guessing."

Hannibal had a whole different hair thing going on, if nothing else.

[sharp_man]

"I'm sorry?" Galen asked, looking around to make sure he was the one being spoken to.

[vdistinctive]

"Definitely Not-Doc," Eliot decided. "Sorry, you look a lot like someone I know."

[sharp_man]

"I'm sorry," Galen said again, "I only got here yesterday." And he wasn't even sure where 'here' was.

[vdistinctive]

So either he was a new guy with really bad timing, or Hannibal was having an adventure in a new personality for the weekend like Parker and Hardison were.

"Well, I'm Eliot. Nice to meet ya. What brings you to town?"

[sharp_man]

"I don't know," Galen confessed. "I woke up here. You?"

He wasn't about to give his name to someone that might be an Imperial agent. Then again, any agent would probably know who he was on sight, wouldn't they?

[vdistinctive]

"I live here," Eliot said. "Let me guess, you woke up in a mansion you didn't recognize? Maybe with a guy on fire?"

Unless Jono was also something different this weekend. That was always a possibility.

"At least with a few pets runnin' around."

[sharp_man]

Galen was torn between excitement and suspicion. "I woke in a strange house," he admitted. "What do you know about it? How did I get here?"