revivalproject | Coruscant Catch-All

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?"

If there was one thing Tommy appreciated, it was a good time. Okay, there were a lot of things that he appreciated, but this was one he hadn't been able to indulge in since the Agrii had kidnapped him and everyone else. And if he was going to be on an alien planet he was going to enjoy at least one party.

And maybe, you know, bring back an amazing story about it too.

So Tommy bolted off through the city until he could find somewhere with a kicking beat and people dancing, and just made his way amid the dancing press, moving in any way that he felt like. He didn't care if he looked silly, he just wanted to have fun.

Which was well and good until he saw someone he knew from the ships. Then he grinned, darting out to see them, his hand grabbing at their wrist.

"Come dance with me. I promise it's fun.

She had been told of this place, and given access through the thoughtfulness and careful work of Mister Ben from the ships. The one with the really nice beard and robes. This was a place of great knowledge, she had been told. Where one might come and research, to find information, to find answers.

This, of course, seemed the most likely place for a few things: finding what the Agrii wanted, finding a way home, and finding a solution to the storms that were supposed to plague Agra 10. Therefore it seemed to Lauri-Ell to be the most prudent location at which to begin the work. Once she was familiar with the working of the records, Lauri-Ell found herself a comfortable place to sit and opened the first record.

As much as she loathed to think it, part of her wished this place had something like the Supreme Intelligence. As unkind as the former leader of the Kree had been, the Intelligence at least could have provided answers faster.

"Ah, but reading will reach me other things as well," she noted to herself. Yes, very valuable. With that she settled in, not looking away from her research unless she heard footsteps nearby.

One of the best upsides of a world like this was the absolute wealth of different peoples here. Here, Lauri-Ell almost felt like she was home. Not that the Kree were accepting of quite so many races as this planet had, but they had been known to have those peoples they conquered share their cities, back before Hala had fallen. Which had a boon she had not been expecting.

Clothing. This was finally a chance for Lauri-Ell to seek out clothing in her own size. However, never having worn anything before that was not a uniform or borrowed from her sister's closet, there had been one important step that needed accounted for.

"Thank you for assisting me with this endeavor," Lauri-Ell spoke as she moved with the companion she had managed to acquire for today. "I have only acquired goods through the exchange of currency once before, and I was informed that I did it improperly. I have also never owned clothing beyond my uniform."

Which she was, of course, wearing now.

Edited 2021-03-06 00:14 (UTC)

The familiarity that Obi-Wan and Mando had with this world as they had come in to land had given Reeve some hope. This job could very well get completed at last, so Reeve had set out with one goal for all of his credits. Parts.

Given the world was strange, and there were Jedi around, Reeve wasn't certain how to hide his connection with the doll that normally traveled at his side. However he still had to be concerned about keeping Mini safe. Reeve had grabbed a satchel, prompted Mini to climb in, and they headed out into the city.

Wandering alone got him to what he was seeking, a shop that specialized in droid parts, and other bits of mechanical junk. It was here that Reeve invested many hours, going through second hand bins, and carefully showing Mini possible pieces.

"If only we could afford all we need," he lamented at one point. Damn, this was going to be harder than he thought.

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?!"

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."

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."

The lights of Beck's suit glowed in the dim light as he tried to bypass the dancing all together, not at all where he'd meant to wind up. He blinked in surprise at that hand on his wrist, stilling in his escape attempt and arching a quizzical brow at Tommy.

"Me?" he clarified, looking around, as though there were someone else the kid could have meant to grab.

Oh god. The suit. It's, it's bad. Tommy realizes who it is and looks at the suit and cringes away from it. He drops the wrist in his hand.

"If you promise to, you know, buy real clothes. What the fuck?"

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.

"What you need is an investor," Tony corrected. While the shop was undoubtedly the kind of place that Tony would be gravitating toward for his own haul of treasures to fill the forge, he appeared shockingly tall and out of place in the narrow, cluttered aisles of semi- and deconstructed projects crammed and grouped haphazardly from another man's trash. Evidently, he had already solved the puzzle of capital, probably somewhere between when the ships landed and being shown to his room. The dark cloak he wore swept the floor and all of that fabric must have tasted expensive, nullifying any effect that he might have thought he had of 'fitting in' with the local aesthetic. The pin dripping with alien stones that clipped his hood to his hair shimmered and chimed sumptuously against the frame of his sunglasses as he tilted his head with an expectant grin at Reeve. Not expecting anything good, of course. Tony didn't think a little multi-dimensional portal trip and a whole new alien planet would be enough for Reeve to forget how angry he was the last time he was confronted with Tony's excesses.

He looks suitably chided, gesturing with his hands like what is he supposed to have done? They brought him here in this. The under armor is even more ridiculous on its own.

"I didn't really get to choose. And I don't know if you've looked around, but the options here aren't that much better," he points out with a glance to some of the many robes and gowns.

Still he gives a little head bob to the beat, very much in the style of a married man who hasn't done this since he was closer to Tommy's age, and gives him a knowing smirk, "Why, is it embarrassing for you?"

Tony.

Shit. Reeve definitely felt guilty to hear the man there. Yeah, he was going to have to face this sooner or later, wasn't he? He tried not to be awkward as he turned to face the other man. Who looked... ridiculous. Reeve just wanted to sigh.

What was it about Tony that made Reeve think so much of Vincent's overly dramatic nature?

"I suppose I do. However I fear that no investor would care to spend their capital with a testy old man who just wants to work on a pet project."

"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.

"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."

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.

That was far more welcoming than Tony had anticipated after spotting Reeve rooting around in a bin, making his grin widen briefly before disappearing entirely for a sagely nod instead, otherwise unreadable behind his glasses. "You're absolutely correct, as usual, that sounds like a complete waste of money and time, and nobody wants to think about old man testes," he agreed very thoughtfully, hand up to his beard to give this conundrum the greatest concentration. How could they possibly solve a problem like that?

Like anyone asking for money ever did. "Have you considered lying?"

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."

"Nah, you are better off with clothes here than that mess."

Nope, Tommy has opinions, and Beck's going to get them because Beck needs to know he's horrible.

"Ugh, you can't even dance. Why are you even at a club?"

"Okay, first of all- these moves used to kill," Beck notes with a grin, pointedly getting a little more into it, exaggerating his moves.

"And second- I wasn't trying to end up in here, the way finding in this place isn't all that great, I dunno if you've noticed."

"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.

Coruscant Catch-All

Reeve Tuesti

Tommy Shepherd

Lauri-Ell

Shopping Spree - OTA

He Loves the Night Life - OTA

The Knowledge Of Ages | OTA

The Clothes Make The Woman | OTA

Droid Quest 20-Whatever! | OTA

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