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[wrecking_bell]

[OOF: Steve Bell discovered a pan-dimensional bar, met a Jedi and his sister from ten years ago, and got up close and personal with Chainsaw the fandom bicycle. Aaand warning for explicit sexual content in this post's Chainsaw thread. Raise your hand if you're surprised.]No, for the record: Steve is not quite over the Jedi thing. And he can't

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Snicker.

"You betcha."

She's in her best set of robes, and by best we mean most durable; the weight of her lightwhip handle dangles reassuringly from her belt.

"I'm not gonna bother saying hi to your friends. I think I know Val well enough by now to find her with the Force, alternate universe or no. When I find her I'll open a door back to the main bar, and that'll be that."

Grinning, she hops onto her... vehicle.

It looks like what would happen if you mated a landspeeder to a motorbike and then spend a good few weeks upgrading the mutant offspring in every conceivable way. It runs on at least four kinds of fuel, two of which she is assured are still available in Steve's world if you know where to look, and carries one person easily. Two with a little work.

It is one of Satya's proudest accomplishments, despite the fact that it chokes and coughs and rattles like a cybernetic gorilla with tuberculosis.

True to form, Val named it Mister Clanky about six seconds after she saw it for the first time.

"See you in a bit," she says cheerfully, and goes.

[wrecking_bell]

"Good luck," says Steve wholeheartedly.

He needs to go through the door at some point too. However, he doesn't have a landspeeder: his only means of escape (should someone spot the rather obvious metal arm and mark him down as a posthuman) is into the house, which won't do him or the others a scrap of good if someone thinks to search it. He hangs indecisively about the exit like a child trying to cheat at Bulldog.

Maybe now?

No, there's someone peering out of a tent, probably wondering what the noise of the speeder was. Best to wait.

[nowait_letme]

Back in the bar's garage, from the general direction of the stairs, somebody's whistling.

[wrecking_bell]

Okay, so the head has been withdrawn and he's ready to--

--oh good goddamn, now there's someone walking down the street from the other end. Can't the world just go away for enough seconds for him to dart out and back in again?

[nowait_letme]

Whistle whistle whistle...

"Whatcha doin'?"

[wrecking_bell]

Steve was training all of his attention on the street; at the unexpected voice, he nearly bangs his head on the doorframe looking around.

"Hi!"

Oh, hey, it's Chainsaw!

"Trying to go out without getting noticed."

[nowait_letme]

Snort.

"Why's that?"

[wrecking_bell]

In answer, he raises the multi-jointed metal arm.

"This isn't exactly a badge of honour."

[nowait_letme]

Bigger snort.

"So if I asked you why you were palling around with that chick from Security...?"

[wrecking_bell]

"Her name's Satya," Steve supplies helpfully.

"And I'd tell you she offered to help me find someone."

[nowait_letme]

"Who?"

It seems the most obvious question.

[wrecking_bell]

"My sister. Val."

Tiny bit of hesitation.

Tiny bit of tightness in his voice.

He's looking back and forth along the street again.

[nowait_letme]

"...Isn't she also on Security? Or am I missing something?"

[wrecking_bell]

"No, but her past self is, so Satya reckons she can find her."

[nowait_letme]

"Oh."

He considers this.

"Shit, that almost makes sense."

Leaning forward, he pushes the door shut and turns back to sling an arm around Steve's shoulders.

"Come have a drink with me. Door'll still be there in a few hours."

[wrecking_bell]

A slightly alarmed: "But--"

And then a pause.

"...oh, right, the time thing."

Betraying him as usual, his body shifted more snugly into the crook of Chainsaw's arm before his mind came up with the justification for it. Goddamn body.