2 lightyears

[parsecs]

A. 1127 Taylor Rd and the street outside.

[It's one of those times Han's got to be back in his assigned home... with Luke and Leia's mother. He... pretty clearly doesn't want to be here, so he's spending a lot of the time outside and only sometimes going inside and... kind of attempting to avoid the fake wife.]

B. Greased Lightning Garage.

[Hey, Han has a job! And he's doing it now. The ancient wheeled cars don't even use rudimentary repulsors. Still, the machinery is simple enough, and Han's pretty good at working with the cars that people bring in.

Between customers, he fiddles with an old engine, trying to figure out how to make it go faster.]

C. Around Mayfield

[Between Han's general restlessness and his desire to know his way around Mayfield as well as he can just in case something comes up, it's pretty possible to find him on any random street casually strolling and looking around. If the name on a mailbox catches his eye for any reason, he might pause and take note of it, but otherwise, he's just exploring.]

Comments

C

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley's driving around in his 1926 Bentley, as usual, and he pulls up beside Han. The car's speakers are playing Velvet Underground at the moment.]

Hallo mate. Fancy a lift?

[parsecs]

[Wow Crowley, why not offer him some candy while you're at it. Han gives him a suspicious look.] Why?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shrugs.] Speeding around town in a classic car is more fun than walking.

[parsecs]

Speeding. In an archaic vehicle like that? Yeah, right.

A

[nodifferentfate]

[Padmé has noticed how little Han has been around the house, she just chose not to worry too much over it. His words about Anakin still ring through her mind, so when she spots him out in the yard on her way into town, her lips purse into a thin line. Keeping her head regally high, she speaks to him a frigid, yet still cordial tone.]

Good morning.

[parsecs]

[He notices the tone, and it reminds him all too much of Leia when she's mad at him. Especially before, when they'd spent ALL their time arguing.] Don't worry, I ain't sticking around. Just here so I don't get brainwashed.

[nodifferentfate]

[Tilting her head slightly, Padmé gives him a wry look.]

Good to see you've at least got some priorities set straight then. A droning certainly wouldn't be pleasant.

[parsecs]

So I hear. [Han isn't sure he'll be able to behave within society's rules. He often can't. But he's not about to push it for something this unimportant.] Ever happened to you?

[donttellmetheodds]

[Easy enough to catch Corran jogging the other way but he stops to speak with Han. A break sounds good anyway.]

Still lost or is it something different this time?

[parsecs]

That what your Jedi senses tell you? [Han isn't lost, as it happens, though he wouldn't admit it if he was. He's never been on this street before, but he knows how he got here and how to get back.]

[donttellmetheodds]

I'm lacking my Jedi senses. It's my Corsec senses.

C

[weiss_tank]

[Well 'Hidaka' is certainly not a typical drone name, so it may catch Han's eye.]

Uh...can I help you? [He just happens to be coming around the house with the hose, since he was gardening.]

[parsecs]

[Han hasn't been here long enough to know the usual drone names, but there are plenty of reasons he could have slowed down.]

Doubt it. Unless you've got a way off this rock.

[weiss_tank]

Sorry mister, that's the one thing I can't help you with. [He smiles a friendly smile. Han sorta looks familiar, but he only saw Star Wars once. Years ago, and dubbed in Japanese so he has no idea what Harrison Ford actually sounds like.]

If you're lost I can probably give you directions. I've been here long enough to know where most shit is.

B

[struckbylightning]

Mornin'!

[Looks like you've got some company, Han. One of your fellow mechanics is making his way past your station, whistling to himself as he makes his way to the wall and reaches for his punchcard. Only... a half-hour late this time. Not so bad.]

[parsecs]

[Han isn't nearly as cheerful. He nods at the other mechanic.]

Morning.

B

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Kaylee smiles brightly as she walks in]

Oh, perfect, you ain't a drone!

[parsecs]

[That's... something resembling a compliment. Han nods at her as she walks in.]

No I'm not. Who're you?

[wrench_and_ruffles]

I'm Kaylee Frye. I'm a mechanic... least I should be, but this hwong tong town don't think I oughtta be.

B

[electrowhipit]

[ Something rather large is tromping around outside of the garage- Jolt doesn't like having to duck all the time, so he prefers to work outdoors.

A giant blue-armored arm reaches in through the open garage door, carefully rifling through parts with long fingers, before making a selection and withdrawing. ]

[parsecs]

[...the kriff?] They've got droids here?

[electrowhipit]

[ From somewhere outside: ] I heard that!

B

[likedillinger]

[ Dean's here on his lunchbreak, so he's wearing a crisp white shirt and skinny black tie, that he's yanking on to loosen as he walks past the open garage door and rewinds his steps to glance around. ]

[parsecs]

[Han's working on the engine, wishing he had a hydrospanner or something to make this actually possible. He doesn't look up the first time Dean passes, but he does the second time. He gives Dean a generally grumpy look.]

What?

[likedillinger]

Just checking out the rims on that thing.