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[chosen_to_fall]

[ Garage - Morning ]

[ Vader is at work today, filling the time with, well... actual work. Though it isn't unusual for him to not be talkative, his coworkers might notice he seems unfocused and distracted. More than once he's jammed a finger, walloped himself on the head or dropped a tool in an engine and had to fish it out, muttering vituperous imprecations in Huttese while he felt around for the wrench he'd been handling. He won't ask for help- his pride is a heavy, almost suffocating weight.

At the moment he's at it again, reaching deep into the engine of a Buick out front, the sun beating on his back. He minds the latter very little, Earth's single sun not a patch on Tattoine's twin stars. Metal bites against his knuckles, but he's not to be deterred, frowning in concentration. It would be so much easier if he had the Force at his beck and call. ]

[ 1127 Taylor - Afternoon ]

[ He nearly trips over himself going up the steps, pausing at the front door and ready to ring the bell. But...he finds himself drawing up short, uncertain. Despite his sudden excitement, his thoughts keep returning to the words of his former master, delivered from his wife. That was a day he wasn't soon to let himself forget. ]

[ Diner - Early Evening ]

[ Quite honestly he's not all that hungry, so he spends a great deal of time hemming and hawwing over what to order, ignoring anyone who might be behind him in line.

Darth Vader is not a great customer. Who knew. ]

[ 3474 Erwin - Late Evening ]

[ Neighbors might see a figure climbing his way out onto the roof from an upper window, before carefully scooching his way up to a spot where he can sit comfortably.

Vader's doing what he does best, brooding. Folding his arms over the knees he's pulled to his chest, he watches the moon rise, bright and shiny like a silver dollar hanging in the sky. ]

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1127 Taylor

[parsecs]

[Han's just coming out of the house as Vader hangs out on the doorstep acting like a teenage girl with a crush. He looks surprised. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he doesn't recognize Vader without all the trappings.]

Who're you?

[chosen_to_fall]

[ Whoa hey what's going on here? Any and all thoughts of Obi-Wan, Luke or anything besides A strange man is leaving my wife's residence vanish. He responds in kind, almost at the same time, ]

Who are you?

[ And then, after a beat and a serious moment of internal struggle, drawing himself up to his full height, ]

Anakin. Anakin Skywalker.

[parsecs]

[Han doesn't bother thinking about it. The name registers and his fist shoots out, hard and fast, and aimed at Vader's face. It's kind of nice not having all that hard plastic and machinery in his way. Makes for a much more satisfying crunch of fist meeting flesh, and a lot less hand injury.

His other hand immediately goes for his blast-- his gun, but he doesn't shoot yet. For one thing, he's not nearly as good with projectiles as he is with his blaster. The weight's all different, and he's not used to it yet. Still, at least he can point it.]

Mooorning

[donttellmetheodds]

[Corran is off to work and

oh boy, that's a familiar language of cursing. Working with CorSec gets you up and close with Huttese rather frequently, Corran would have you know.

So he stops to peek in.]

It might help to not curse like a two-bit bounty hunter.

[chosen_to_fall]

[ He's certainly a sight to see, up to his shoulder, close enough to the radiator he could rest his head on it if he so chooses. Vader can just feel the wrench with the tip of his ring finger and scowls, sizing up Corran with a frown. They've met before, but Vader was in quite a state upon arriving, so he can't put a name to the face. ]

What would you know about that?

[donttellmetheodds]

Plenty.

I'm a Corellian.

Diner

[elevatoravatar]

[Vader, notice the pale girl behind you, the one with the golden eyes that is giving off more negative vibes than the reviews of Phantom Menace. Palpatine would be impressed by the dark energy permeating the air around her and she is staring at you with daggers in her eyes and a menu in her hand.]

[chosen_to_fall]

[ While he's currently without any shred of the Force, a constant source of low-grade agitation for him, even he can feel those vibes, the hair on the back of his neck standing at attention faster than a squad of clone troopers. He looks askance at the girl with narrowed eyes. ]

What?

diner

[keep_smiling]

[This guy doesn't look perturbed, but your slacking has given Elmer what he feels is the need to get into your business now.]

Just order one of everything!

I feel this could spin out of control into a 'Darth Vader in the Death Star Canteen' skit

[chosen_to_fall]

I don't want one of everything.

[ The retort has a little less bite to it than normal. Mostly he's still a little...lost when it comes to the food here. Earth has some pretty close substitutes for the kind of fare he's accustomed to back home, the trick is remembering which one stands in for which. ]

Diner

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Kaylee's not one to be discouraged by a hesitant customer. She approaches with a bright smile]

Hey there, what can I getcha today?

[chosen_to_fall]

[ Hesitant and still somewhat surly from earlier events. Great combination. ]

Just a milkshake.

Evening

[baptizedinflame]

[Someone else is out for a walk. You might be able to tell that he's heavily bandaged. He notices the man on the roof.]

A nice night, isn't it.

[chosen_to_fall]

[ A shrug. ]

At least the stars are visible.

Diner

[fthisgetmecigs]

[There are many good points to Badou Nails beneath his lazy ass disposition. Patience is not one of them. He's hungry. And ain't no way he's getting food at home with all the drones right now.]

Fer fucks sake why the hell are you in line when you don't know what the fuck you're getting? Jus' get anything 'cause most of th'shit tastes the same anyway. [Puff puff, here comes a cloud of cigarette smoke wafting in your general direction.

Rude.]

[chosen_to_fall]

[ It's a dangerous business, further annoying Vader. Have a steely glare, Badou.


... also because damn is he feeling prickly, he takes his time returning to his menu. ]

late evening ; cuz talking more is good for the soul

[mediations]

[Sorry to cramp your style, Lord Vader, but seeing you brood is something Obi-Wan always notices, ever since the days you were his wee little Padawan Learner. But after their last few encounters, of course he doesn't actually approach, instead choosing to pause on the sidewalk, out on one of his walks.

He glances at the familiar figure, briefly allowing himself to recall moments in the past.

But Jedi don't linger, so... He'll casually continue his walk, as if nothing is out of the ordinary.]

they are excellent at talking, after all

[chosen_to_fall]

My children are here.

[ His gaze shifts, dropping from the waxing moon onto Obi-Wan. ]

Garage

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Shift finished, Luke decides to visit the garage, unable to remember what time Kaylee got done with work today. He knows she sometimes comes here and the mechanics let her fiddle with things.

He approaches the first mechanic he sees.]

Hi, excuse me, do you know if Kaylee's here?

[chosen_to_fall]

[ Frowning at the thermostat gasket, he barely spares Luke a glance at first. If given the time, he'd rather pull the whole damn thing out and rebuild it into something far more efficient. Earth natives had the worst ideas for how to put engines together. ]

There's no Kaylee here.

[ Leaning back, he looks a little closer at him. There's something familiar about the stranger, but he can't quite place it. ]

Not that I've seen today, at any rate.

Diner

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is seated at the counter drinking a cup of coffee and nibbling on a french fry. He looks over at the young man and arches a brow.]

You look like you could use a drink.

[chosen_to_fall]

[ His gaze flicks onto Crowley after ordering his milkshake. Stiffly, ]

What I look like is none of your concern.

3474 Erwin

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Brooding, eh? Shadow's a brooder too. Lucky you.

At some point, the hedgehog will teleport onto the roof with a bright blue flash of light, brow furrowing when he realizes he's not alone.]

Oh.

[chosen_to_fall]

This seat's taken.

[ ...Vader really looks like an angry Greaser in the 1950's, apropos of nothing. While he doesn't and won't move aside for Shadow, he doesn't make any motions to urge him away. ]

diner

[collateraldamage]

[This giant lanky man is not waiting politely, he keeps huffing over Vader's shoulder and then giving a melodramatic moan and then huffing some more and then--

Well, you get the picture.

But he's also leaning in close, eventually whining right into the poor man's ear.]

Come on, friend, I think I might die of hunger soon...