Coruscant Catch-All

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WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Tommy Shepherd, Lauri-Ell, and Whoever Else
WHERE: Coruscant
WHAT: Adventures In Space Jedi-dom Catch-All
WHEN: Throughout Adventure
WARNINGS: Added As needed.

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Shopping Spree - OTA

[doubled_speed]

If there was one thing Tommy wasn't passing up in all of this whole 'being stranded on an alien planet, again' stuff, it was stocking their ships up as much as he could with all sorts of goods. He started with a message to the other Agrii captives, asking what sorts of things they might need handled on a shopping trip and if they'd be willing to spare some credits or ship space.

List compiled Tommy set out, spending time every day all over the planet. Someone looking for weapons might find him in the same shop looking at things to serve as cooking knives. Clothing shopping? Tommy was there looking for things that could serve as aprons and pot holders and oven mitts. End up by something resembling a grocer or a restaurant? Tommy was there too, gathering supplies, asking about recipes, doing anything he could to make life better when they returned to Temba.

Right up to and including waving anyone he recognized over toward him.

"Hey, come here and smell this thing. Does this smell, I don't know, edible?"

Or perhaps something more like

"Do you think this apron would fit Lauri-Ell?"

Or even maybe

"Think this knife could hold an edge for cumato dicing?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

He may recognize Eddie from the fit he pitched when he first arrived... or he might just notice that he's an utter fish out of water as he tries to find something at the grocery store that resembles food.

In any event, when the foreign item is put under his nose for a sniff, he jerks backwards. "Holy fuck! What the shit is that?!"

[doubled_speed]

Oh, Tommy had noticed, he just had chosen not to engage. More horribly repressed old dudes isn't really that interesting at this point. It's stupid.

But at least he'd known the guy was a thing.

"I think it's something like ginger. I need it for spicing stuff I think," Tommy says, considering the thing. "And it has seeds. And we have pots, so I could possibly plant them..."

Yeah, he doesn't accept your whole idea, Eddie.

"You're going to need to adjust."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Rude. But practical... Eddie can at least appreciate that this guy is trying to think of all of the ways they could use this stuff. It makes sense, given what information had been shoved into his head.

He glances around, noticing the few aliens looking his way and shaking his head. "Listen, I've been here, like, two days. Excuse me if I'm not used to this shit, yet. I'm working on it."

[doubled_speed]

Very rude. Very practical. Yep, that's Tommy.

"Two days, huh? Yeah, you're still in the 'is that thing going to jump me' period, aren't you? Answer, probably will. Who knows. At least if you're near me you're safe."

Because, well, Tommy's going to rescue everyone, it's just what he does.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

This kid just says it like it is, doesn't he? Who does that remind him of... ugh.

He chuckles, giving the guy a self-deprecating smirk. "Yeah, something like that." He pauses, "Wait, no offense, but why am I safer with you? I don't even know who you are."

[doubled_speed]

Well of course he does. Why would he say it any other way? Part of him considered posing but instead he shrugged.

“Superhero. Who also keeps us fed on Agra 10. You can call me Tommy.”

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie laughs... Then realizes the guy is being serious.

"A superhero? Like... Comic books and movies super hero?"

A pause. Shit. He's being rude.

"Uh. I'm Eddie. It's, uh, nice to meet you, Tommy."

[doubled_speed]

“Ugh don’t say the C word. My twin brother collects them like no one’s business. It’s embarrassing. I told him that being out there, being a hero, way cooler than fucking comics about us.”

He shrugs at that.

“My pleasure.”

[out_of_order]

While Cal had mixed feelings about being back on Coruscant, he knows better than to waste the opportunity. He hasn't even tried to see the Jedi Temple for himself, deciding to wait for Obi-Wan's word once the Jedi master had gone and spoken to the council. But at least there's no shortage of things to see in the city.

It's utterly overwhelming to be here. He hadn't much opportunity even when living at the temple as a youngling to explore the city proper, and it's been years since he'd been in a place with so many people. And still he somehow feels all the more alone for it, adrift in a sea of people. Well, not quite alone. BD-1 beeps excitedly every so often as things catch the droid's attention. And then despite the sheer expanse of places to see, there's this uncanny habit of running into familiar faces like the speedster poking around clothing over there. These are instances that Cal won't complain about.

"It might?" he says thoughtfully as he studies the apron that Tommy holds up. "At least aprons are more forgiving than full garments when it comes to sizing."

[doubled_speed]

Well, at least Beady had his eyes open, right? Because said speedster was happy to see his little bro-bot, not to mention Caliente. He heard the beeping and grinned, whistling back in a style he had picked up more from BB-8, calling to the droid to bring call over to him.

What? Learning languages could be fun. Though a human making droid noises was probably wrong, right? Which was why he knew Cal was there to help him figure this out.

"I should get you one too, shouldn't I? Everyone deserves a sassy apron.

[out_of_order]

"I think I'd need something sturdier than an apron," Cal laughs. "I do need to look at having some extra clothes though." Nothing fancy, but practical. The Agrii had been generous in providing them with credits to spend, but that doesn't mean there's any need to go all out.

"Are you looking for anything else specific?" he asks Tommy.

[doubled_speed]

"Ah come on, you'd be fine in an apron," Tommy dismisses as he puts the apron away. Not sure it's going to work.

He sighs and tilts his head. What is he looking for?

"Well, I sorta need to replace clothes that got ruined in the whole 'crash because Tony made a bike I had to race' thing."

[out_of_order]

Cal winces a little. "I heard about that." At least injuries had been at a minimum, and BB-8 hadn't been put completely out of commission. "Clothes are replaceable. And I think there's going to be a lot to choose from," he says as he looks out towards the other shops that line the walkway.

[doubled_speed]

Clothes that stand up to Tommy and his needs aren't actually easy to come by at all. He requires his brother to enchant them for him.

"Back home I just used to pick things up quickly. I didn't think about it really. So I guess I'm not used to buying it anymore."

[out_of_order]

"Still more than I've done, I'm sure. Back in the temple we had robes provided for us, and we didn't have much by way of possessions. When I was on Bracca I was given work clothes and then had to cover replacements myself, and with nowhere else to go I didn't have anything more than a scrapper uniform and a poncho."

Cal's pretty sure he'd be overwhelmed looking at clothes himself. That's probably why he never bought any on Risa. The Agrii garments he and Teddy had scavenged from a supply crate back on Temba took a lot of...adjusting to be usable.

[doubled_speed]

Robes provided? Ouch. Tommy winces, because he's seen some of those robes. They're weird.

"I guess we could probably look for something for you, if you want. I could help you. I'm sorta fashionable at home. When I want to be."

ANd he thinks he could come up with some choices for Cal. Starting with dark blue. The guy deserves some blue in his life.

[thesepreciousthings]

Clarice was going over her own groceries when Tommy held out the thing to her. She didn't need to lean too close, but she craned her neck toward the outstretched item as she flared her nostrils and breathed in slowly.

"Earthy," she said. "But smell isn't the only thing you need to tell if something's edible. What did they stock it next to? Sometimes markets group foods that are served together, that might give you some idea."

[doubled_speed]

Was it like that? Tommy didn’t shop much back home. But he did frown. That was something he should have known.

“That tends to work better when you’re around only humans. Here it could be grouped with stuff I can’t digest.”

[thesepreciousthings]

She gave him a reassuring smile. "Good point."

After a brief moment's thought, she approached the nearest merchant and held up the strange fruit, pointing questioningly between herself and Tommy before miming taking a bite. The besalisk shook its head, its wide mouth bunching in a slight grimace, and pointed to a nearby cart filled with small, round purple fruit with magenta blossoms and white stripes, a little smaller than tennis balls. Clarice smiled widely and nodded her thanks.

"Seems like those are our better option."

[doubled_speed]

Huh. Tommy hadn’t even thought about checking with the shopkeeper, mostly assuming the language barrier would be impossible without, you know, a translation guide. Normally when he went internationally, he bought a pocket ‘English to whatever’ book, but here it hadn’t seemed like an option. Still, with her option suggested, Tommy looked over the offered item.

“Looks nice enough. Could be a good idea to add in. I’ll make a note and take a picture of it. And still gotta find some sorta meal or flour or something, but the more fruit and veg, the better. We don’t have everything I’d want to make good flavor profiles.”

Not that he’s a good cook at all. But he fucking tries and no one else seems particularly eager to take over.

[thesepreciousthings]

"If you're thinking about flavor profiles, at least you're off to a good start," she said encouragingly. "Grains or beans, too. If they have anything resembling rice, it'll keep well and be more filling than meal."

She made a deductive leap as she offered him her hand. "Clarice Starling. Came in on the First Breath this morning. ... Are you the chef on your ship, or just planning ahead?"

tThe fact that he was unfamiliar with the food, but still planning ahead, made her think he'd come in with her, maybe on one of the other ships.

[doubled_speed]

“We can put together rice, I think. But bread isn’t something we have back on the planet.”

Tommy takes the hand and pumps it quickly before starting to gather other things.

“Hello Clarice,” he says. “Tommy Shepherd, Twin Roses. And by some fucked up reason, I ended up running the diner in Temba. Because apparently either people can’t cook or they don’t wanna.”

Which was a bad idea. He wasn’t a good choice for any of it, especially with everyone else not interested or only helping out some.

haha I knew SOMEONE had to XD

[thesepreciousthings]

"Well, then, sounds like you could use a hand, Tommy. I'm no master chef, but I know a thing or two about a kitchen."

She wasn't sure how she felt about that f-bomb: he'd been perfectly polite up until then. Maybe it was his frustration about that particular development with the diner talking. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt for the moment.

"I know even more about navigating a market where you don't speak the language. My beau and I, we did a lot of foreign traveling over the last couple years."

[doubled_speed]

Sorry, Clarice, but Tommy was just a guy from Jersey who had been through so much that cursing was a survival thing. Hope he doesn’t create a problem with that.

“I couldn’t cook at all when I got here. Some would say I still can’t. But I do my best at it, and since I’m also the main person at the greenhouse...”

He shrugs briefly. Very briefly. His shoulders move faster than any human’s should.

“I travel a lot too. But there isn’t an English to whatever phrase book and dictionary for me to work with,” he explains with a frustrated tone. So help is appreciated. Especially since he could be seen as impatient.