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.

See below for Starters for each Character. If you have other ideas or things you want, message one of the accounts, hit me up on Discord at Churby#4290 or at churbooseanon

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[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.

[out_of_order]

Cal never thought the robes were bad, but then when they were all you had and taught not to indulge in extravagance, fashion hadn't really been a major thing to think about. He gives Tommy a lopsided smile at the offer to help.

"Sort of, huh?" he chuckles. "Well, I guess that's still sort of more than me. If you want to help me out, be my guest."

[doubled_speed]

Well, the Jedi order hardly survived, so maybe he should just enjoy what he could wear.

"Awesome then, Caliente. Let's see what we can find. With color. You Jedi-like people just don't seem to want color. What's up with that?"

[out_of_order]

"Maybe because we're not supposed to be flashy?" Cal suggests, but he lifts his hands with a shrug. "I have no idea. I just figure we had rules to go by for tradition's sake. But I know not everyone stuck to the same color scheme."

He's not going to say no to some color though. He wonders if part of it is just that ingrained thought of not to stand out in a way that obviously identifies him as a Jedi.

[doubled_speed]

"Why?" Tommy asks, frowning as he moves through some racks. Look, he's found this REALLY nice blue turtleneck. OR something like it? Clothes here are weird.

"Try this on."

[out_of_order]

"Tradition, I guess." Like he said, he's not sure, really. It went with the way the Order operated however. They were students of the Force, and protectors of those in need, fighters for justice. They were supposed to be selfless. The robes and the lightsaber had become an identifier for those of the Order.

Cal holds up the turtleneck that Tommy's found, giving an appraising nod before he looks around for some place to do so. BD-1 hops down from him and skitters by the speedster's feet as the padawan locates the fitting room.

[doubled_speed]

Tradition, okay, he can sorta respect that. But come on, they don't live here right now. Better to see to something nice for right now.

"Yo, Beads, I think he's going ot look good in that," TOmmy says, squatting down to pat the little droid's head. "He deserves to look good. You do too. Maybe we can get you a polish and paint while you're here, if you want.

[out_of_order]

The little droid beeps happily before perking at the suggestion that he can get his own look customized. There's an eager hoot at that.

It takes just a bit before Cal finally reemerges. He tugs at the bottom of the shirt to make sure it's not all bunched up at his waist, flashing a lopsided grin at the two before glancing down at himself.

"This is pretty comfortable, actually. Well? What do you think? "

[doubled_speed]

Oh man, he's down for it? Tommy is excited. He's going to totally get this together, let Beady have a fashion show of his own. And then Cal's back and Tommy's looking him up and down, smiling.

"Looking hot, Caliente."

[out_of_order]

Cal grins at the approval, and even BD-1 gives a little hop and a beep at that. "Think you can help me find a jacket or something to go with?" he asks Tommy. All he's got is a poncho, and while it serves its purpose, it's also on the bulky side.

[doubled_speed]

A jacket, huh? Tommy grins and nods. Time to find something nice.

"Light or heavy? With that, I'm thinking a nice gray or black. Which would also go with about anything else.

[out_of_order]

"Heavy, I think, if not something in between." It's hard to shake a mindset for having something more durable, not to mention colors that wouldn't have him stand out too much. Cal nods at Tommy's suggestions, laughing as BD-1 decides he wants to help look too.

[doubled_speed]

"Good," Tommy grins. He's going to find something, and moves on to find other racks.

"After this, find a place to get Beady a polish and paint job. He likes the idea. Droids should be pampered too."

[out_of_order]

"Hey, good call. Haven't had much chance to do anything for him since that oil bath. Speaking of which, we can probably find a place for that here as well, BeeDee. Maybe that'll help clear out any glitter we missed," Cal grins.

As Tommy goes to peruse other racks, Cal goes to get his things from the changing room. Probably wouldn't hurt to find a better rucksack or something, but he supposes they'll have to find another shop for that.

[doubled_speed]

Oil bath? Tommy's intrigued, but he doesn't know what that is about. All he cares about really is taking care of his friends.

He finally selects a few coats and offers them out. "Here, man."

[out_of_order]

Cal glances at Tommy then. "Basically what it's called. It's a bath of heated oil for droids to soak in. Helps clean them off and clear the gunk out of their servos and joints. Pretty sure there are places that specialize in droid care around here. We'll have to look into it for BeeDee."

BD-1 trills excitedly at that. Droid spa!

When Tommy holds out some coats, Cal sets his things to the side, taking the first to slip into. He tugs it into place, moving his arms to see how flexible the material is before he slips it off to try the next.

[doubled_speed]

"So like a hot mud soak," Tommy offered with a grin. "Man, I want a spa day now."

Jealous.

"You think there's a place that will do droids AND people?"

But then he's looking at Cal in the coat, circling, tugging at it. Yeah, looks like a fit.

[out_of_order]

"Who knows? I mean, it could be possible. Something for people to do while they're waiting for their droids to get cleaned up. Or maybe the other way around?" Cal laughs.

He's liking the fit of the next jacket, grinning as Tommy helps ensure it's sitting in the right place. "This one feels all right," he says with a nod. "I'm liking how it looks. You?"