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[loisfuckinglane]

Characters: Lois Lane [open]
Location: The Laughing Mynock cantina
Planet: Coruscant
When: Evening, Week 26
What: Feel free to come tell Lois tales of your awesomeness, or mix and mingle while unwinding with some alien brew.  PROSE or COMMENTSPAM, I'll follow your lead.  ♥  Feel free to make a new thread, or to threadjack.  Also, feel free to check

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[capttight_pants]

[Mal walks in, this time with his own clothes on. Mysteriously he's pieced together an outfit almost identical to the one he wore back home... even the suspenders.

Anyway, he ends standing at the booth Lois is sitting in, hovering over her for a second before speaking up.]

A holster.

[loisfuckinglane]

[Well, well, look what the voxyn dragged in.]

I don't think we serve those on demand around here, Captain. You'll have to stick with what's on tap.

[capttight_pants]

[He shoots her a smirk before pulling back his coat, revealing his holstered blaster before giving it a light pat.]

I'm referrin' to where ya said to keep my blaster. Keepin' it in yer pants ain't ever a good thing.

[He takes a seat across from her, knotting his fingers together on the table.]

Ya see, keepin' a firearm in yer holster lessens the chances of blasting a piece of ya off when ya take seat across from a beautiful woman.

[loisfuckinglane]

[Just this face, forever.]

Do you rehearse these lines in the mirror before you leave the house? Or should I say 'leave the ship'?

[She settles back in her seat, grabbing her drink]

How's tricks?

[perspectiveguy]

It was enough that even in space Xander was a civilian. No cool lightsaber, no clever use of the force - not even a minor link to it. But, luckily, he had gotten good at being used to not being special. He had set it to Dawn. They were special in their own way. So, while he couldn't exactly check out distress signals or investigate Crimson anything, he could do this. He could earn credits toward a group apartment or home -- but not like, a geriatric group home. God, he hoped they weren't on Coruscant until they were old and frail and back-break-y.

But, right here and now, he was neither of those things. He was a bounce at The Laughing Mynock. He was tall enough and he could be intimidating when he wanted to be. The eyepatch helped.

The amount of people at the door decreased exponentially for a few minutes and he took that time to bother his boss.

"Hey, I'm on break. Or, I mean -- can I be on break?" He waited for her answer but added, "Look, I wanna help."

[loisfuckinglane]

"You know, I'm not technically the boss," she said, but the smirk on her face made it obvious even she didn't believe that anymore. It didn't matter who got the bigger paycheck when Lois started shouting orders around. She was a General's daughter after all, through and through.

"Come on, Harris, pop a squat." She canted her head at the seat across from her.

[perspectiveguy]

He shrugged at that. She was the boss to him. Truth be told, he didn't much know who they worked for. But he trusted Lois to not be Sith in disguise. Especially with the getting arrested and her new plan.

Somehow he managed to both smirk and make the most uncomfortable face as he did as she asked, sitting down across from her. It had never been a favorite term of his.

"Poppin'." Oh, he wished he had said something else. "What exactly are you looking for?"

[loisfuckinglane]

She slid the datapad to a more advantageous position directly between them, so it could capture video of them both. Somehow. Through the magic of technology.

"We've been an enigma to the people of this galaxy for way too long now. So I want you to tell me, in your own words, who Xander Harris is."

[reprobaverum]

[ He doesn't get all of this. He doesn't understand registering or why he had to. And he doesn't understand how his life increased in complications tenfold. But, what he does understand is that he can help. He has a story. And somebody should hear it. Maybe not the full, page 1 to page 100 story but something like it.

Somebody should know about Peter. And St. Cecilia's. And maybe God.

He walks in, feeling immediately out of place. He may be tall but he's human and a lot of these patrons...aren't. But, he looks around for that woman from the broadcast. He thinks he recognizes her at the back of the bar so he weaves around tables and approaches the brunette's. ]

Uh, hi --

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois. [She fills in the blanks for him, seeing as how he looks a little lost and floundery. She also thrusts out a hand towards him confidently.] And that would make you?

[reprobaverum]

Jason. McConnell. You made that broadcast? About our stories? [ He's going to...hesitantly sit down across from her but not completely sit down so that if he's wrong he can spring back up. ]

[loisfuckinglane]

Guilty as charged. [She leans back in her seat] Are you old enough to get that free drink attached to the offer?

[tronja307020]

For someone who used to be so full of self-confidence and surety, he sure can look timid these days. He was never very outwardly social to begin with. After the things he went through, and feeling like an outsider even amongst the outsiders, when he steps into the Mynock, he looks very much like the entire place makes him all kinds of uncomfortable.

But the User, Lois, wanted to help show others what good people the rest of their world-lost group was. And while he didn't think he was exactly the best example to show the natives to this Universe the kind of good people they were, he knew two people who were.

He didn't think Kevin or Sam would be the types to go out of their way to tell others about the good things they'd done, not just in his own world but here as well. But he wanted people to know them like he did. They'd been nothing but kind, and trusting, and supportive to him when he felt as though he deserved nothing but scorn. He wanted the murderers who blew up that hospital in an attempt to kill them to know just what

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois was never meek on even her mildest days, but seeing so many people nervously edging their way in here like this only reminded her how she'd been stuck here longer than most people, and had managed to adapt in a way not everyone had. Some people were probably still terrified about even being stuck here yet, without all that extra political tape to deal with.

She gave him a reassuring smile - she seemed to be doling out plenty of those tonight - and nodded to let him know he was in the right place, gesturing across the booth.

"Have a seat. You're here for an interview, Mr...?"

[tronja307020]

For his own part, Tron wasn't as particularly worried about returning home. For all he knew, when he went back, he would find himself either derezzed at the bottom of the Sea, or hunted down by Clu's men. But he wanted to ensure Flynn and Sam were safe, and if they could return home to their friends, whom Flynn hadn't seen in a thousand cycles, then more opwer to them. He was just tired of all the fighting.

He gave a bit of a weak shrug, his mouth pulling into what looked like it was supposed to be a small smile, but mostly ended up looking unsure of itself as he sat down.

"I..." He rubbed his hands together nervously, suddenly feeling very out of place. "I don't know. When you talked about telling the native Users about who we are, I...wanted to come down and talk. I'm not really anything important." Not anymore, anyway. "But...Kevin and Sam Flynn...I wanted someone to know about them. Kevin almost died in the hospital. I wanted people to know about him. Show them the kind of person they almost killed

[loisfuckinglane]

Now this was interesting. Whoever he was, he wasn't interested in talking about himself, which either meant he was really that modest, or he had something to hide. She'd have to observe him more to try to figure out which of those two things it was. But not even giving a name...

But his obvious guilt over what had happened with the hospital might be the root of that. She fixed him with a look that was definitely forgiving.

"We don't always feel guilty for what we should, and sometimes we do feel guilty for whatever we couldn't control. That's pretty natural."

[freevoicing]

[Lois should consider herself lucky, because Logan doesn't leave his batcave of solitude for nothing. The last time he did was to help Blair search for her fucked up fuzzball bat ... thing. But he supports her cause, so he's willing to put on his robo-exoskeleton suit and drop by. Which also means he beelines over as soon as he sees her, and stands to greet before sitting his ass down anywhere.]

How's the quest for good interviews coming along?

[loisfuckinglane]

[Look, if she knew that... she'd be impressed.]

You must have me confused with someone else.

I'm questing for great interviews.

[freevoicing]

[If only anyone knew Logan's heart. 8'( ]

Still not an answer to my question.

[loisfuckinglane]

I could always do with one more, if you're offering.