fandomhigh | Galactic Tourism, 2nd period

Today when they met at Portalocity, Lana was dressed in her Earth clothes, though for previous classes it had been her own galaxy's. She was also wearing a very bright blue scarf. And if you looked close enough to notice, blue contact lenses.

"Today we're headed to the capitol world of the Galactic Republic," she announced. "It's known as Coruscant. The entire planet is one city thousands of levels deep. We'll be heading to a marketplace, since shopping seems to be popular. You can find goods from hundreds of worlds here. A few words of caution: before buying anything, make sure it's safe for humans and for your own species if you're not human." She felt she'd better cover all bases. "Do not go anywhere that isn't public. Do not wander far from the market. Do not, under any circumstances, go down more than two levels."

She gestured at her scarf. "I should be easy to spot. If you need anything or anybody gives you trouble, find me."

With that, she led them into a bustling city square where stalls and shops filled a wide plasteel and synthcrete walkway. If you looked over the side, you would see very far down. Craft large and small zoomed in sketchily-defined lanes above, around, and below. People of all species bartered and bickered for goods.

Don't worry, there probably wouldn't be any blasters or lightsabers pulled.

Probably.

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Lana nodded back, keeping a bit of an extra eye on him, just in case.

"Not particularly. Why?"

"I have a bunch of gigs back in New York," Jack said, with an idle shrug. "Could use a friend to help us handle some of the logistics. You'll get free food out of the bargain if you help out?"

Lana smiled. "Absolutely. Logistics are one of my specialties, and I never turn down free food. Well, not from someone I trust."

"Aw, now I feel like I need to get you something gross, just to keep you on your toes," Jack said, grinning.

Lana rolled her eyes. "I trust you not to poison me. I absolutely do not trust you not to give me something strange or disgusting, if that's a consolation."

"Better," Jack decided. He looked past her at the skyline. "Though I doubt I'll be able to find something in New York that's more disgusing than Coruscanti diner food."

"I thought diners were meant for comfort food," Lana said. "Why would it be disgusting?"

Short pause.

"Have you ever been to a diner?"

"I've been to the one on the island," Lana answered.

"I mean a real diner," Jack said, "Where health code violations aren't optional."

Lana raised an eyebrow at that. "Is that supposed to be a positive thing?"

"It'll put some hair on your chest," Jack said, dryly. "No, it's not positive. It's an ambiance. The desperation of a post-shift snack when all your bones hurt and all you want is something with enough grease to kill a rancor."

"I don't need hair on my chest," Lana said, equally dry. "So, the desperation of 'I will eat anything', and they give you terrible things but you like it?"

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