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revivalproject2023-06-13 01:11 pm
myownprice) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-13 01:11 pm
there's a little child running 'round this house
WHO: Boba Fett and you!
WHERE: Boba's calibrations room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June-July 10th
WARNINGS: Boba's memories that can be accessed here include content warnings for character death, decapitation, animal death, violence towards children, and slavery.
The door opens on a child’s bedroom.
Clearly, it is a child’s. There is a small bed, a cluttered desk, a shelf of proudly displayed model starships. It would look perfectly mundane, if not for two things:
One, the smooth, sterile-looking white walls that put one more in mind of a laboratory or a clinic rather than a child’s room. And two, the sea of red sand that buries the floor several inches deep, creating a tiny desert underfoot.
A ten-year-old Boba Fett sits in the center of the bed, legs drawn up from the floor as if he’s afraid to touch it. In his arms is a silver-and-blue Mandalorian battle helmet [cw: character death, decapitation]. He stares at his visitor, tense and unhappy.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”
Still, he won’t move to stop anyone from walking around or touching things. He really does seem to be trapped, penned in on his bed by the red sand that surrounds him. He won’t direct his visitor to any particular objects, but several may still stand out besides the helmet in his arms.
There’s a clear glass bowl sitting on the shelf alongside his model starships, half-filled with water [cw: animal death]. There’s a scrap of violet and red fabric half-buried in the sand. And, in the center of his desk is a pencil tracing of a child’s hand—likely Boba’s—with what seems to be a crude sketch of an eye in the center of the palm [cw: violence towards children, slavery].
It’s Boba’s first Calibrations here, so it’s with some puzzlement that this manifestation of him watches his visitor make their way around his room.
“What are you even looking for?” he asks.
WHERE: Boba's calibrations room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June-July 10th
WARNINGS: Boba's memories that can be accessed here include content warnings for character death, decapitation, animal death, violence towards children, and slavery.
The door opens on a child’s bedroom.
Clearly, it is a child’s. There is a small bed, a cluttered desk, a shelf of proudly displayed model starships. It would look perfectly mundane, if not for two things:
One, the smooth, sterile-looking white walls that put one more in mind of a laboratory or a clinic rather than a child’s room. And two, the sea of red sand that buries the floor several inches deep, creating a tiny desert underfoot.
A ten-year-old Boba Fett sits in the center of the bed, legs drawn up from the floor as if he’s afraid to touch it. In his arms is a silver-and-blue Mandalorian battle helmet [cw: character death, decapitation]. He stares at his visitor, tense and unhappy.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says. “It’s supposed to be a secret.”
Still, he won’t move to stop anyone from walking around or touching things. He really does seem to be trapped, penned in on his bed by the red sand that surrounds him. He won’t direct his visitor to any particular objects, but several may still stand out besides the helmet in his arms.
There’s a clear glass bowl sitting on the shelf alongside his model starships, half-filled with water [cw: animal death]. There’s a scrap of violet and red fabric half-buried in the sand. And, in the center of his desk is a pencil tracing of a child’s hand—likely Boba’s—with what seems to be a crude sketch of an eye in the center of the palm [cw: violence towards children, slavery].
It’s Boba’s first Calibrations here, so it’s with some puzzlement that this manifestation of him watches his visitor make their way around his room.
“What are you even looking for?” he asks.
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"I've heard worse," he says wryly, even as he thinks of Leo and his awful one-liners. "I'm assuming Kaminoans are tall or something?" That'd probably help understand the joke better. But at least the kid looks to be in a more cheery mood.
"Boba, huh? Like with the milk teas?"
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As for the question about his name, it just gets a rather confused stare. "Uh, no. I don't think so."
Is there another Boba out there who makes tea? If there is, Boba hasn't heard of him.
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"O-oh, it's... Never mind. It's an Earth thing." Donnie's not sure how much he wants to get into explaining tapioca pearl drinks. Instead he turns his attention to the more normal things within the room, gravitating towards the shelf with the starships.
"Whoa, these are cool! Are... There actually ships like these where you're from?"
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"Yeah, all of them are based on real ships," he says, smiling at Donnie's interest. "I made all of them myself." He moves to the end of the bed closest to the shelf, still not daring to step into the sand beneath. He points to two of the ships. "I've even seen that one and that one in real life!"
It's clearly a topic of interest to Boba; he's suddenly more animated than he's been for the entire time Donnie has been in his room. "None of them can beat my dad's starship, though. But I don't think there's a model for that..."
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"Your dad has his own ship? Now that is really cool. Wish my dad had a ship. Have you ever flown it?"
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"Yeah," Boba answers proudly. "Lots of times. I even know how to control the weapons' systems."
He sits at the edge of his bed, watching as Donnie looks over one of his models. "That one's a Tri-mark Seven Interceptor," he says. "Those cylinders are its Turbodyne engines and those round parts are the hardpoints for its laser cannon turrets—and it has a ventral concussion missile launcher."
He speaks with the excited tone of someone who could go on for very, very long about this topic.
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"The weapons too? Lucky! That sounds amazing! I wish my dad had cool stuff like that."
He inspects the details of the ship he holds as Boba points them out. "Ugh, laser cannon turrets and a missile launcher? How's the maneuverability? It looks kind of clunky because of the engines but I guess in space it doesn't have to be too aerodynamic if it has enough boost."
Donnie doesn't mind, he's interested in hearing about starships, and he recognizes the tone of someone who's been asked about something they like. There's not many who take interest in his tech, so being able to vibe on any ground with someone is kind of exciting.