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"Alright," Kanan clapped his hands together, looking out over his class. If there was an amused look on his face, well, he'd discovered the Danger Shop. And if it was programmed to look like a certain cantina he was well familiar with, full of sweaty, hungry clientele that was just as much alien as human, well... Maybe he was just sharing the love today. "Welcome to The Asteroid Belt. Not much to look at and too much to smell, this is where the miners and freighter pilots coming over from Cynda head to help them wind down after a long, hard day working the moon."

And Kanan, who was stepping behind the bar and casually reaching for a rag to lazily wipe at a glass, apparently tended the bar here.

"You've been told by the bartender, who incidentally happens to be your boss, that if you have one more brawl inside and break one more bottle of his favorite vintage, you'll be flying the broken down hoverbus out back for the foreseeable future." He quirked a little smile. "Trust me, that really is a fate worse than death."

Kanan didn't like the hoverbus. Kanan was pretty sure it was a miracle that the hoverbus hadn't exploded and killed everybody on it, yet.

"Unfortunately, there's this guy." A male Chagrian with a broken-off horn made his way into the bar, the simulation pausing him in place with an angry sneer on his face. "And these guys." A half-dozen other people, a healthy mix of human and non-human, followed behind. They didn't look nice, exactly. "And they don't like you. See, they're a little gang that likes to call themselves the Sarlaccs. If you don't know what a Sarlacc is, trust me, the name fits. These guys'll grab anybody walking through the industrial area at the wrong time, and then thoughtfully relieve them of their credits."

He grinned at the class.

"Last time Charko, that would be the big ugly blue guy, ran into you, you broke one of those horns off of his head. Maybe you meant to, maybe it was dumb luck, but you can imagine he's not too thrilled about it. He knows you're here, he'd like to settle the score by breaking something off of you, and he's got more blasters than you do. Assuming that today you've decided that you like breathing and you hate the hoverbus, you're not going to fight these guys. You're going to hide, or you're going to leave."

He clapped his hands again, and gave a grin to the class that was a little too bright.

"Have fun with that. Oh, and Ada? Congratulations, you'll be my TA for the rest of this term."

And then he turned his attention to the drinks as the Danger Shop sim came to life.

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Looking for the exit.

Hey, Cantina! The drinks Kanan's serving up only look alcoholic, unfortunately.

The Asteroid Belt has only two exits- There's a front door, and a side door that leads out into the alleyway. A pair of the Sarlaccs are standing by the front door, blocking that exit. Another pair is ever so casually making their way around the cantina's booths and tables to block that side door. There's a short hallway that leads into the storage space and the broom closet, but no actual way out from there.

The cantina is busy tonight, though, packed with miners and pilots wanting to have a good drink after a long day's work, and even a couple of those weird heavily-cloaked blood cultists that sacrifice stray animals by the light of the full moon. People mostly just give those guys their space. Because weird blood cultists.

Hide or find a way to slip out unnoticed. Or, hey, work together and come up with a diversion so the rest of you can slip out. Kanan doesn't care how you get out of trouble, here, just so long as you make it good.

He'll be behind the bar if you need anything.

When she tags in.

You don't even want to know how many sticky tabs are poking out between the pages of my copy of A New Dawn. You just don't.

Anyway, mod your Sarlaccs or your bar clientele however you see fit. If you need anything, ping me down here!

Edited 2016-05-17 10:57 (UTC)

Dante

Yeah, Dante found out as much after the first sip. He wrinkled his nose. He'd come in from - okay, super boring - Cassandra watch here (... and missing Cassandra in doing so, not that he realized that) only to find that they had no real booze?

Kanan, you were the worst.

"I could take them," he muttered at his glass.

"I could take them," Dante said, a little louder.

What? He had a long history of fighting his way out of shit.

Ahsoka Tano

Ahsoka had gotten far too much practice in recently with avoiding or deflecting notice, though she wasn't inclined to try out the easiest method on a sim (or with an audience for that matter).

Instead she scanned the crowd. Once she'd found what she was looking for, she angled her body to hide the motion of her hand and gave one of the Sarlacc's knees a subtle Force push so he'd stumble into a grumpy looking Wookie, or more importantly the grumpy looking Wookie's drink. While people turned towards the source of the commotion she 'borrowed' a cloak from a cultist who'd had a little too much.

"Kind of missing the point, there," Kanan noted. Casually. From over the bar. If there was a little smirk on his lips, though...

Hey, somebody had broken that Chagrian's horn off, after all.

Dante shrugged. "I'm not sneaky," he said, "But in this one, I don't need to be."

It regularly took SWAT like twenty, thirty people or more to take him down for just a little bit.

"Your boss might disagree," Kanan mused, still not seeming concerned either way. "He owns this place, lets you drink as much as you like from the bar, and keeps your sorry ass employed so that you can keep a roof over your head. We like Okadiah. Trashing his cantina when you don't have to means you'd have to find somewhere else to drink."

Priorities.

"There's another cantina a few blocks away, but it's been closed for renovations for a couple of months now."

"You think 'our boss' is gonna like it when you don't show up to work tomorrow because you let a bunch of dipshit assholes beat the crap out of you?" Dante asked incredulously.

No, he'd never been employed. And there were always other bars, anyway.

"I think you're in a class about avoiding notice," Kanan replied, shrugging and pouring a drink for an Ithorian who was piggybacking an Uggnaut around on his shoulders. They were both completely blasted. This seemed pretty much the usual, around here. "And I think they won't beat the crap out of you if they don't catch you. So don't get caught."

It should be noted that Kanan wasn't saying that Dante couldn't break off Charko's other horn and leave his men whimpering on the floor. He was simply pointing out reasons why he might not want to.

There were plenty of different ways to not get caught, after all.

"So could I, if we're going to measure lekku," Ahsoka muttered back from her place near the bar.

Three guesses who she'd picked up the one-up-manship (if not the specific wording) from?

There was a really good reason why Dante was in this class. Not that he was likely to walk away having learned all that much ~~Mr. Let's Pick Up Two Women At A Demon-Infested Club When The Entire City Is Looking For You I'm Sure This Will Go Well~~, but still.

He shrugged. "So I knock their lights out and I don't get caught," he said. "They started it, right?"

Edited 2016-05-17 12:39 (UTC)

"What's a lekku?" Dante asked, squinting at her.

Maybe he'd totally misgendered her-- uh... whatever. When. Or something?

He didn't speak alien.

"Oh, they definitely started it," Kanan agreed. "They tried to mug you in the street in the first place."

A beat.

"Several times. It didn't work out for them all that well then, either."

"So there you go," Dante said.

Which was of course when he chose to look over to the big guy with the missing horn, flashing a grin at him.

"This is a lek," Ahsoka said, flicking her fingers at the one closest to him.

So a different dangly bit to what he was thinking.

"Don't have those," Dante said, which was blindingly obvious. "But they look better on you anyway."

And at that, Kanan just sighed and poured himself a drink. He had a feeling he was going to regret that this room wouldn't serve up actual alcohol before the summer was through.

Charko, on the other hand, was turning his attention solely to Dante.

"You! You show your face here, after the last time?"

It should be noted that Charko was mean, and huge, but not terribly bright.

Ada Miller

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