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fandomhigh2018-05-24 06:36 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2018-05-24 06:36 am
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Laying Low for Beginners, Thursday, Period 1
"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!]
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!]
Re: Deal with the Troopers!
"Not long at all!" Sidon answered cheerfully with the truth. That was always the best solution, wasn't it? And he was not about to throw his new friends right under the proverbial bus. "I've only just met them today."
[[lol i'm so sorry, my brain is all over the freakin' place this week.]]
Re: Deal with the Troopers!
Apparently they were looking for outsiders. Oops.
Re: Deal with the Troopers!
Well, that's why he needed lessons for this sort of thing, wasn't it? Still, he didn't seem to bothered by his complete failure to lay low.
"Not at all!" he said, far too cheerfully as he stood. "As I said, anything I can do to help."
And this would be when he started making a contingency plan for Part B, which involved things like fighting the octorok after it ate him...Sure, it would make sense not to be eaten in the first place, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.
Re: Deal with the Troopers!
"Anything? Excellent. Your cooperation will make my job far easier." The trooper turned just slightly, not enough to knock Sidon out of her line of sight, and gestured around the room. "We're looking for some people you might know. Several individuals from off-world have been catching the wrong sort of attention around here, and we'd be quite interested in having a chat with them, too."
She turned and looked at Sidon again, and her voice held very little in the way of patience.
"Perhaps you might be willing to point out any acquaintances you might have come in here with."