Laying Low for Beginners, Thursday, Period 1

[uncertain_dume]

"Okay," Kanan said breezily, leaning against the control panel in the Danger Shop and grinning a little, "now that we've all seen more macramé than any of us ever wanted to see in our entire lives, we can get back to the fun stuff that doesn't involve gremlin wrangling."

He flipped a switch on the panel, and suddenly he was behind a bar, the entire room taking on the appearance of a dirty, somewhat crowded cantina. Behind the bar there was a hallway that probably led to storage rooms, restrooms, and the like. There was also meant to be a set of stairs leading to an upstairs apartment at the end of the hall, but this simulation didn't really need one, so he'd left it out.

"Welcome to the Asteroid Belt. In its day it was, by a very scant margin, probably the cleanest Cantina on all of Gorse. We'd actually wipe out the drinking glasses." Gorse was a charming planet, really, and they were parked smack-dab in the perpetual night side. Because the day side was a molten inferno not even hospitable to most droids. "Most of the clientele consists of miners and freighter pilots coming over from Cynda to wind down after a long, hard day working the moon, and if that doesn't tell you how rowdy it can get in here, nothing will. Of course, rowdiness leads to the occasional brawl, because what would a good cantina be without the occasional brawl."

He raised his eyebrows as a trio of Stormtroopers, armored and dressed in white, came in through the front door and started looking around the room. Kanan had changed up the sim slightly since the last time he'd taught this class, yes. No reason.

"These guys," Kanan continued, "are the Empire's Stormtroopers. You'll have to trust me when I say they're a little more driven than the clones here in town, and while you're not entirely sure if it's you that they're here for, you'd probably rather not find out. The Empire's got a bad track record for disappearing the people it's looking for. You've got a back exit, which they might or might not have another Trooper posted at. You've got a supply closet down that hallway. There are plenty of other delightfully inebriated patrons to get lost in or around. Hell, if you're really smooth, you might even be able to talk them down. Judging by the way they're asking questions around the room, they might not even know what you look like. But you can't get arrested and you can't fight 'em. Fighting 'em is just going to bring hell down on your heads, and there won't be any more coming back for anybody, then."

A beat.

"And besides, it's kind of against the spirit of the whole class."

Please don't be Dante. If Kanan ever had to teach another Dante again, he would be very put out.

[OOC: OCD is up, class is in session!]

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Sign In!

[uncertain_dume]

Like three armed people wearing buckets on their heads just walked in.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine Wren

Re: Sign In!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Prince Sidon

Lecture!

[uncertain_dume]

Hey, it's a cantina, full of all sorts of fun characters, human and not. Kanan's personal favorite pair in this sim are the Ithorian stumbling around drunkenly with an equally drunk Ugnaught riding his shoulders. But there's a table of assorted aliens playing sabacc in one corner of the room, and another couple of guys are arm wrestling over drinks with a loud crowd gathered and cheering them on.

And then there's just the general, usual bustle of a cantina whose usual clientele consists of unwashed thorilide miners.

Oh yeah. And there are troopers.

Re: Lecture!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

When you worked as a bounty hunter, of course you'd end up in a place like this once or twice because that's where you'd probably find someone.

Unfortunately, she was used to the troopers, too, and after last week's talk, was trying to figure out how to handle this in a different way than normal.

Re: Lecture!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon was honestly just excited to see a place that wasn't so overwhelmingly human. He loved all his human friends and the human world, of course, but sometimes it was just nice to go to a place and actually not feel like you were sticking out like a big giant red shark thumb.

Re: Lecture!

[midichlorianfail]

Well, this was familiar, in spirit if not in details. Theron leaned up againt the bar as he considered his options.

Re: Lecture!

[intotheout]

Tip was rather distracted from the lecture, looking around the bar. She felt like she was seeing a bit of what made Kanan so twitchy sometimes.

Also, there were some very cool looking aliens around here, and she was trying to surreptitiously take photos of them all.

Re: Lecture!

[justice_undone]

The easiest way, Breq thought, was probably to activate her shield and shoot the troopers before they had time to react. That would get her noticed though.

She looked around the room, her attention only on coming up with a strategy.

Re: Lecture!

[refused2berescued]

This place brought Uma back to her mom's fish 'n chips shop. Sure, it was a bar, but the level of cleanliness and the general ambiance were the same.

Which meant that she'd just have to act the same way she had anytime she wanted to get out of getting voluntold for another shift. Okay. She could do that.

Deal with the Troopers!

[uncertain_dume]

The Asteroid Belt has only two exits- There's a front door, and a side door that leads out into the alleyway. A trooper is standing by the front door, blocking that exit. The other two are ever so casually making their way around the cantina's booths and tables, chatting up the patrons. Odds are pretty high that there are more troopers posted outside the side door, because, while these guys aren't exactly the cream of the crop, if there's one thing they do well, it's stand inconveniently at doors.

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. Or just confuse the troopers until they decide what they're looking for isn't here and they leave. Kanan doesn't care how you get out of trouble, here, just so long as you make it good.

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[midichlorianfail]

Theron started unfastening his shirt and scooped up an empty glass before sauntering over towards the stromtrooper.

If these troopers were anything like the kind back home (on either side to be honest) there were certain classes of people they weren't supposed to overly interact with on-duty and, well, he was too clean and too well dressed to be a beggar. "So, which of you fine fellows wants to buy me a drink?"

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[uncertain_dume]

There was an armored head turning, just slightly, to kind of regard the young man. And it was possible that the person inside that armor was at least a little interested.

And a little too aware of just how much poodoo he'd be in for doing any of that on duty.

"Excuse me, sir," he said, the other trooper just shaking her head and making her way into the crowd, "we've got important work to do for the Empire, here. If you could please just step to the side..."

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[intotheout]

Tip grabbed a seat, putting a full table of aliens between herself and the troopers. "Bill," she said, and her little bug robot flew up out of her hair excitedly. "Jailbreak."

Bill set off a stream of excited bubbles, then went to work, swirling around her, bubbles flying, until she was entirely coated and resembled nothing more than another weird alien, this one made surprisingly stable bubbles.

Did Kanan's universe have bubble aliens? It did now. And said alien was minding her own business, nursing a drink after a long, hard day in the mines.

Nothing to see here.

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Hmmm. Laying low. Okay, Sidon could do this. It should be easier here, shouldn't it, among other non-human types? Well, even with the variety of individuals, Sidon felts he was still pretty recognizable, so he tried to think of a way to be a little less so while also wondering if he could charm his way out of this one. His charm always seemed his saving grace in situations like this, but he wanted to at least attempt to avoid having to use it if he could.

So his charm was first turned toward a group in the corner playing sabacc, expressing his intrigue in the game before commiserating over his lack of knowledge on how to play it. Perhaps one of them might be willing to teach him? Sensing a sucker in the making, no doubt, they agreed, and they were quickly engaged in trial that was trying to learn in a situation where everyone in the group seemed to be telling him slightly different ways and strategies to play, but, thus engaged and integrated, he wouldn't look so suspicious or out of place.

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[uncertain_dume]

It was probably a good five minutes or so before one of the troopers made her way toward the table, blaster rifle in hand, looking steadily at all the participants of the game from behind her clean white helmet.

"Gentlemen," she greeted in a sharp, clipped tone, her voice distorted slightly by the apparatus in her helmet. "If I might have a minute of your time."

There were some pointed grumblings from the sabacc players, but nobody was feeling especially like getting shot today, so they looked up from their cards.

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[refused2berescued]

Uma took all these details in, then zeroed in on the aliens that seemed the drunkest and the meanest. Didn't need to be both--though that was best--but three or four drunk and/or mean assholes was the first step in any good plan.

And then she was sidling up to the bar. "I'm gonna need...four drinks," she decided, looking at Kanan.

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[uncertain_dume]

"Four, yeah?" Kanan gave Uma an amused sort of look at that. He had to give this group props; they were all getting more creative than his last class had. "Any kind in particular, or you just want something that'll make an impression?"

Re: Deal with the Troopers!

[thegreatmanfredo]

Manfred scanned the crowd until he found someone who looked like they were considering drowning themselves--he couldn't tell if it was male, female, or none of the above--in their drink.

The blood cultists were promising, but he didn't know enough about them to work with, so the sad sack it was.

Within five minutes, Manfred had an alien crying on his shoulder about its ex, and he was patting it on the shoulder like an old, sympathetic friend. So far, so good.

Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

He'll be behind the bar, just casually wiping out drinking glasses if you need him.

He reserves the right to despair of anybody who starts a fight with the troopers, yes.

Talk to the TA!

[uncertain_dume]

When she tags in!

Re: Talk to the TA!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was here, and she was supposed to be helpful with the other students here, right?

OOC!

[uncertain_dume]

Feel free to mod your troopers, who are, yes, describing something you did in particular as they ask around the room. They're not complete idiots, but you might have to get creative to get them off your trail.

Or, if you'd rather, ping me here and I'll be happy to play out a trooper encounter for you!

Re: OOC!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

I would absolutely love, love, love to bounce Sidon off a stormtrooper, when I get around to tagging into it...eventually, if you don't mind!

Re: OOC!

[midichlorianfail]

I'd like a stormtrooper to deal with Theron's terrible idea, please.