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Archivist Catch-All

WHO: Jon & YOU
WHERE: Coruscant - Various places
WHAT: Coruscant Event catch-all. Some open, some closed prompts. See what your little Eldritch avatar has been doing...
WHEN: Coruscant Event
WARNINGS: One of them includes Tony. Approach at own risk.

The Perfect Gift [ OPEN ]

Coruscant is- A lot. A lot of city, a lot of people a lot of- Everything. Even for Jon, who has been living in London for a good decade now. But even London seems unnaturally small compared to Coruscant. And yet living there has ensured that Jon isn't intimidated by crowds. In fact, he has come to find himself quite capable of adjusting himself to their situation and as he learns more about the planet and its inhabitants, Jon also learns more about how to navigate it and find that which he is looking for.

Which proves invaluable While out to acquire goods and supplies he deems useful for their inevitable return to Temba.

It's a long list Jon has for himself. A variety of clothes and footwear are on it, including some actual swimwear, equipment and supplies for his little chemistry lab, writing utensils, notepads, new variants of tea and other luxuries, a couple of handy little tools and - Gifts. And especially those gifts prove to be the difficult part. Since the person Jon is trying to find a gift for is none other than Tony. The man that tries to fix everything and constantly makes gifts for others himself. Finding a gift for such a man is harder than one might wish to think.

Apparently a selection of treats are about to become part of the assortment of gifts Jon has already picked up and he is currently studying the packaging of what may be actual chocolate. One can never go wrong with some sweets and a good wine. Jon smiles softly to himself and his attention drifts over to something that is either a futuristic bottle opener or a very peculiar toy, making him frown before reaching out to pick it up, vaguely addressing either the person next to him or no one in particular. "No idea what this is, but- I'm curious."

Being A Monster [ OPEN ]

Some may say it is ill-advised for Jon to be heading down into the lower levels of this multi-layered city. And yet here he is, his worn clothes and too large poncho making him easily melt into the crowd of beings who ignore his seeking stare. A stare that isn't seeking for difficulties with finding its target, but rather because every being down here proves to be a remarkably suited target for his needs.

He takes the easy route and turns into the next bar he passes. There are plenty of dreadful stories here for him to request, confine to memory and later record. Which will have to wait until they are back in Temba, since his tape recorder has not been brought along on this trip.

It's later that night - Or maybe early the next morning that the Archivist returns to the hotel they are all staying in. His steps swaying a little from the alcohol, but a contentment rarely seen by many on his expression. He even gives a cheerful wave to anyone else he encounters at this odd hour. "Someone is up early!"

Among Force Sensitives [ CLOSED to Obi-Wan ]

It's not without a healthy degree of trepidation that Jon walks up to the intimidating structure that he has been told to be the Jedi Temple. He is dressed in a set of new clothes, which he assumes to be local enough in style and clear of the wear and grime of the clothes he has been wearing down over the past months on Agra 10. Well fitting grey pants covering the better part of dark boots and a light, long-sleeved tunic paired with a very functional messenger bag is just one outfit the Archivist has come to pick up so far and he finds himself particularly happy to now own some footwear that isn't meant to be purely decorative while one spends the better part of the day behind a desk.

Though even his new attire doesn't fully keep Jon from pausing briefly in his steps to look up the massive building. Home and training ground of the Jedi. Jedi like Cal and Obi-Wan and Ezra. Beings sensitive to an energy field called The Force.

Beings that can sense something is not right with him.

Jon swallows once, hand tightening around the strap of his bag before he pushes forward, expression set into a stubborn set of determination. It will be fine. The Jedi Master has agreed to accompany him into the Temple, meaning Jon won't be heading in there by himself. It will be fine.

At the top of the stairs, he comes to another stop, finding himself looking up at massive columns of a height that raises questions for the Archivist. Questions he will be keeping to himself at least for the time being before taking his attention back down and looking around for the man he is supposed to meet up here at the very entrance of the Temple, muttering to himself. "...Christ. I hope he hasn't forgotten."

It's a date! [ CLOSED to Tony ]

New clothes that actually fit him and that Jon feels good in are but one of the things this planet has provided. Another thing is the chance to get his hair cut back to a more reasonable length, get the items required for a decent shave and of course have a proper bath. Small luxuries that add noticeably to Jon feeling human again. And to provide him with the confidence to ask Tony out for a proper date. How many chances like this will they get anyway?

The beings tending to their needs at their hotel have been quite helpful to him with setting everything up and recommending the right places not too far away. From a good, rather exclusive restaurant high up in a tall spire looming over Coruscant's upper level along with similar, yet distant skyscrapers and providing an excellent view to an artificially created and very unique park at the very base of said spire to the suggestion of a sensual and very private message provided by specially programmed droids up in their hotel's poshest suite offered by the beings in charge of the hotel tending to their guest's needs. Being that are remarkably eager to please this easy source of good credits. And after all these months on Agra 10, Jon has very little qualms about spending what the Agrii provide them with.

Having arrived a little early, Jon has already been seated at one of the rather few tables the restaurant actually possesses. All set apart and separated with strategically placed pots filled with colorful alien flora and a stunning view out of the large windows making up the entire outer walls of the place. A soft tune hangs in the air that Jon listens idly to while looking out of the window, over the city and every once in a while daring a glance down, feeling a bit thankful that Mike Crew hasn't instilled an even greater fear of heights into him. His hands are loosely clasped in front of him on the table, having very little to do at the moment.

When he hears a set of footsteps approaching, Jon turns his attention away from the window to greet who he assumes to be Tony with a gently, yet genuine smile.

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That wasn't supposed to be what Jon took away from the theory, but the tension was hard to ignore, making Tony's chest jump with an unsteady breath even as Jon found some humour in it. "I dunno..." Tony muttered, gaze to the strange dome above them as he searched for that lightness as well, not particularly eager to talk about how much Jon made his chest hurt no matter how close he was. "I've been told I'm pretty clever, you know. And, listen, we don't all have great taste, but I am objectively sexy, I've run the numbers," he offered, sounding quite serious working a finger free from Jon's hold to curl carefully around and secure his wandering hand as well before Jon could start retaliating. "We're not that different."

Anything Tony had to say, anyway, wouldn't feel nearly as lyrical as 'We create our own gravity'. He had thought destiny sounded romantic, maybe because it would be impossible to control, in service of a higher power, a fantasy that Tony didn't really believe in, and he wasn't quite prepared for the passion of choosing to be caught in Jon's orbit. That was much more conscious, a pattern that Tony would have to find for himself, and definitely right. With Jon's hands still trapped away from swatting Tony for calling him clever or sexy, Tony brought them to his lips to kiss his knuckles tenderly.

Tony may be the only person to call him that. And while Jon does react with a flustered look out quiet indignation, he makes no attempt of pulling his hands away. Instead he glances down to where Tony's lips meet his hands before leaning his full weight against Tony's arm with a semi-theatrical sigh. "Alright, that was clever, I'll give you that, Tony. And now I'm trapped. Because that is objectively seductive to watch." Being trapped between Tony's hands and his lips. A gruesome fate, indeed.

After settling to watch for a moment and letting out a content hum, Jon offers: "I don't think it matters how different we are from one another. I know I'm happier when I'm with you. When I can see you, hear you, feel you. Christ, I find myself missing your smell after a while!" And that's a little embarrassing to admit for Jon, resulting in him casting a flustered glance elsewhere.

For once, Jon getting flustered was both entirely his own fault and entirely justified, so it was difficult for Tony to appreciate the glow as he snorted a genuine laugh of surprise at Jon's confession. He hadn't intended to be seductive, but he certainly didn't mean to stop after that kind of encouragement, smiling against Jon's hand in his theatrics, and he was forced to abandon the production to repeat incredulously, "My smell?"

For a second, it was easy to forget the hollow misery in his chest to instead smirk wickedly at Jon, promising that he had just been handed something new to use against Jon any moment that it suited him, like his embarrassing costumed persona. And Tony really meant to take full advantage of Jon's squirming, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was, "You deserve to be happy." He had to give an apologetic shrug for still being maudlin and tried to craft another smile for Jon to add, "It's my honour."

"You smell good, Tony." Jon defends himself with a pout and a tiny half-twist with one of his still captured hands to vaguely indicate a gesture. Then he realizes what he has said. "I mean- I... I don't mean that in any weird way! Just-- I-it's... You know. It's nice. I--"

And that's about all Jon manages to say before ducking his head forward and pressing half of his face against Tony's arm and shoulder to keep himself from saying any more. It leaves him blinking up at Tony's grinning face with but one eye and very little to hide the added layer of pink on his cheeks. He simply smiles instead of hiding and makes a decision. Not necessarily a new one. "I want you to be happy as well, Tony. And- I will do what I can to achieve that."

"It is weird, though, it's already out there, now we both gotta deal with it..." Tony was muttering over Jon's stuttering, sounding dreadfully put upon that his boyfriend was excited by such strange things as the corner of his mouth curled resolutely into a teasing smirk. He did grant Jon the small mercy of untangling their hands to cover his cheek for him, if it was mercy at all and Tony couldn't just feel the flush instead as he traced his thumb through the colour.

Jon didn't really need to tell Tony so clearly that he wanted him to be happy, he showed it in a myriad of both gentle and strange ways, so maybe that was why it made Tony hesitate briefly with a new pinch of tension up his spine before he managed to follow through and press his now apologetic kisses to where he could reach across Jon's hair and hidden face. It wasn't that he didn't want to be happy as well, where he kept on falling short wasn't any fault of Jon's and he could whisper honestly, "You're doing great, boss." It was just, how happy he was capable of being felt like a disappointment.

Teasing Jon was easier, the smile didn't have to be as manufactured, so Tony followed smoothly, "You really have to tone it down, though, we're having a great time, this is a really romantic date, but those people over there, you see them? Like, thirty feet away, yeah, those ones, don't turn around, they can tell how horny you are, it's really not appropriate, try to keep it under control."

Having his hands back means Jon can do something with them again rather than leaving their fate to Tony's whims. Which in itself isn't the worst fate they have ever been submitted to.

And yet while feeling Tony's hand against his cheek and lightly leaning into the touch while at the same time pulling his hand free to bring it around the other man's back, Tony redirects Jon's attention to those potential onlookers. After an initial flinch of course he raises his head to look around with irritation mixed into his still flustered face. "Christ! I will tell them to jog on. Where are they?!" Half a second later his head snaps back to Tony, catching up the the rest and he adds quickly: "I am NOT-! I mean, not like- m-maybe just... I-- Tony!"

No mercy whatsoever this time, Jon was abandoned to the full force of his blushing stuttering while Tony leaned back on both hands, watching Jon with a growing grin of self-satisfaction that softened into glowing adoration as though Jon's accusatory bark of his name was the most devoted petname. With his eyebrows raised, Tony spared a brief glance around them where they were quite blissfully alone on the grass, and probably not because Jon had scared anyone away, then asked, "How was this supposed to go?" He rolled his eyes, shrugging one shoulder, you know, without the bad news part, he was trying to help with the salvage operation even as his boat sank slowly under the still water. "Were you going to seduce me? I'm trying to picture you asking some lucky guy out back home, working up the nerve for the first time, and it's not computing. Maybe in college, while you were dressed as the pirate, you could shout someone into having a coffee with you. I wouldn't be able to say no to that."

The realization that there is, in fact, no one for Jon to scare away only adds to the bright bloom of embarrassment on his face and he lets out a huff of indignation before settling his eyes on Tony again but ending up scratching the back of his own neck. "I- The only times I... Asked someone out was because I believed I had to. That it's what you just... Do. Never quite liked it and a few times- Got too drunk and embarrassed myself."

A shrug in Jon's part and by then one of his hands has already come to grab Tony's sleeve and at least the worst crimson faded from his face. "Please tell me I don't have to actually raise my voice at you if I want you to accompany me back to the hotel."

Tony should have expected that any answer he got wasn't going to be a goofy first date story, but, in hindsight, at least it didn't end up being a sordid tale of death and monsters, either. Drinking too much and fucking it up was almost quaintly pedestrian, and Tony would have bumped his shoulder against Jon's in drunk mess solidarity if he wasn't a little stricken by the idea that Jon thought this date was some kind of functional requirement. Jon grabbing and propositioning him reassured Tony that this wasn't necessarily a problem with him personally, making him breath a baffled laugh of relief, but it was probably worth talking about before Jon started resenting him while organizing dates out of obligation.

For now, Tony assured him with a disarming smile, "You can save that for later," and rolled easily up onto his feet again where he offered a hand of assistance once more. "You don't have to..." he started, twirling his free hand in the air to indicate the whole experience before he was correcting, "We don't have to do this, you know." What the alternative was, Tony wasn't sure, but they had kind of been doing it before today, anyway. "If you don't like it, we can figure out our own thing. I've built more out of less."

"I do want to spend time with you." Jon points out while letting himself be helped back onto his feet, but not without hooking a finger under the cape's collar to bring it up with himself. "I admit that I-- Maybe I tried too hard? I mean- I still enjoy spending this time with you? Being together and- Out?" Outside and among people and even being noticed.

He then actually smiles and offers the cape to Tony once neither of them are standing on it any longer. "But I wouldn't mind figuring out our own thing, either. Doesn't have to be perfect. As long as we enjoy it and each other it'll be fine."

Waving his free hand to dissuade any concern that the plan itself had been flawed, Tony insisted, "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the attention." Trying very hard for Tony's affection was definitely going to have to remain; taking it away from him now would be cruel, and he certainly didn't mean they should spend less time together. He already felt like he was constantly letting his battery die well before he had the chance to recharge.

He shook out the cape, only to drape it around Jon, the rich fabric velvety and heavy on Jon's shoulders. "I've been on plenty of dates in my life, and, so far, the process has not yielded the expected results. So, maybe you're right, it's something we do, but..." Tony hadn't really thought about it. There was a whole life that he had very consciously constructed because he was supposed to, and more than a few dates had been in service of that image. "I like..." Tony only hesitated briefly, the phrase not quite as distasteful as usual because he didn't really have any control over, "that you're different."

Heavy as the cape may be, there is something reassuring about its weight that prompts a smile. "Different seems fair enough. I think I can accept that." How couldn't he accept being something Tony likes. "And I still love you, Tony." Is added after a brief moment. A little reminder.

"Come on, then." Jon prompts, taking a step closer and casting a somewhat challenging look up at Tony while giving one of his hands the slightest nudge with his own. "Let's find out how the rest of tonight turns out."

"You still do--what happened, were you not sure, did we have to check in?" Tony asked, not looking nearly as serious as he meant to with a wry smile as he leaned closer while he spoke. Of course he was going to meet that challenge by stealing a kiss instead, pressed to the corner of Jon's mouth as Tony took hold of his wrist to keep him steady. He would have left it there, too, stubbornly combative and ready to tuck his hands away in his pockets if only for the sake of being contrary, but the oppressive awareness that it could be any of them, it could be Jon that went next, reminded Tony that he had more than enough regrets. With a flicker of hesitation that he played off in another kiss to Jon's cheek, he linked their fingers then quickly turned away to lead them back along the curve of the lake. There was hardly anyone around, anyway, and it was even less likely that they would encounter someone they knew, so Tony could squeeze Jon's hand for a little while. At least until they were approaching the park gates again.

"Hmm. Maybe I just like to say it. It feels nice. And I get to see your reaction." Jon muses, closing his eyes as Tony leans closer for that first little kiss. It may just be that, but that brief moment of contact, that brief moment of warm lips brushing against his skin causes his heart to leap and dread the inevitable parting.

But his heart gets another kiss to soothe its ache and when Jon opens his eyes again his hand is held in Tony's and he will let him lead their way while drinking in every moment of warm pressure on his hand. And yet he as well remains painfully aware that each of them could be next. And while Jon wants to convince himself that they can fight such a fate, that they will find a way back to one another, he remains afraid of one day showing up at the forge and find nothing but a distinct lack of Tony in it.

It's that thought that twists his guts heavily and has him return the squeeze much tighter than intended.

Though he had impulsively sprung up at Jon's suggestion, that tight clutch around his hand had Tony slowing cautiously to let Jon pace them, eyebrows raised inquisitively until he read the anxiety in Jon's expression. He glanced around at the growing number of people milling around as they rounded the lake again, wishing idly that he still had the cape with a deliberate push of his glasses up his nose before realizing it worked just as well for Jon. Easing out of his hold, he used both hands to carefully pull the dark hood up over Jon's head, where he could retreat and become one of the myriad of humanoid locals for Tony to ruin the reputation of instead of the respectable librarian, or chemist, or...Tony wasn't actually sure how the rest of Temba thought of Jon. He smoothed the hood down over Jon's ears to press another kiss to the velvet against his head, bumping carelessly against him as they walked.

That's hardly a move Jon could have anticipated and he blinks stupidly up at Tony for a few moments before managing to put his irritation into something resembling words. "W-wha- Tony? Is something wrong?"

If Tony could read Jon's anxiety in his face, then Jon can quite literally see it radiating off of Tony in that way he is certain he dislikes. Since Tony can be incredibly anxious about little and seemingly trivial things. Jon makes no move to pull the cape's hood back off, at least. But he does raise one of his thumbs to push it a little further up and allow himself to see properly again.

"No!" Tony insisted immediately, which was ridiculous, because most thing were wrong enough that his chest hurt, but none of them were anything that Jon did. Particularly not the way he peeked out from under the fabric, making Tony chuckle as he dropped his arm around Jon's shoulders and produce easily, "Just trying to keep you quiet, boss. Got a long way to go for you to keep saying dangerous stuff to me, these poor people didn't come out here for a show, please." Before Jon could think too hard about that, Tony was skipping along with a flick of his wrist out at the park, very aware that he wasn't talking as much as usual and maybe that wasn't helping, "You haven't even told me about this place and you're chasing me out of it. There's no way you planned this without reading the Wikipedia article, it's practically leaking out of your ears."

Jon keeps looking at Tony with a small frown on his face, not quite buying that little ramble.

He moves his hand away from the hood and down to Tony's hand draped over his shoulder and holds onto it while stopping. "Hold on a moment, please."

The combination of Jon taking his hand and actually vocally making his request made Tony instantly defensive, holding dutifully with the other hand curling absently into his shirt against his chest, but with an impatient cock of his hip and roll of his eyes as he clicked his tongue as though they had anywhere to be. Looking resolutely toward the park entrance, he continued, "You'd think there'd be more spaces like this, I mean, if it was up to you to design the whole thing--the entire place is artificial, it's practically a simulation of a planet, and you don't even need roads..." He was quickly running out of material, not actually that invested in the green spaces of Coruscant. The city had a lot of work to do before anyone would have been worried about accessible parks.

That senseless rambling is a little disconcerting and Jon watches Tony patiently while waiting for him to run out of things to say. Which really is inevitable at this point. Tony is at a loss with himself now that Steve is gone, leaving Jon to wonder if himself disappearing would have had a similar effect on Tony.

He isn't sure.

And maybe that should irk him more, but at this moment all he wants is to do what he can to show Tony that he is there for him. That he will support him and listen to him and hold him if that is what he needs.

And right now it looks like Tony needs someone to put a stop to that little breakdown he is having.

Stepping in front of Tony, Jon uses his free hand to push the hood back off his head first, then places both his hands on either side of Tony's face to turn it towards him. Without warning, Jon pulls Tony's head down a little and presses their lips together in a firm, uncomplicated kiss.

While Tony entirely knew that he hadn't produced his best distraction, Jon had a proven talent for recognizing when Tony really would rather he play along with the poor performance and was dismayed when Jon instead seemed to very deliberately force Tony to look him in the eye. That was the last thing Tony wanted, and the sunglasses no longer felt like any help whatsoever, though he didn't try to draw away and quickly gripped Jon's wrists as he took hold of his face, not to pull them away but grounding himself in the hold. What he really didn't expect was the kiss, making his response lag with his mouth set grimly in preparation for some kind of lecture for, at the very least, ruining Jon's romantic evening when they finally had the opportunity to pretend to be a little normal.

What Tony figured out, very fast, was that Jon's talent was less for playing along than feeling out what would actually help. Granted, Tony would have thought Jon telling him about building an artificial lake was helping, but he wasn't the one that had worked out that he really just wanted to drop his hold on Jon's wrists to wrap tightly around his chest instead, arms folded around him under the cape that had been a very poor substitute for this embrace, in retrospect. His belated kiss in return was brief, jaw still clenched tensely, but he remained bowed close enough that his nod was a brush of his nose against Jon's cheek before he muttered, "Sorry," for the rambling.

"It's alright." Jon replies softly, letting his hands brush back and around Tony's head to lightly wrap his arms around his neck, maintaining the proximity and pressing another small kiss on Tony's lips.

"We don't have to talk. You can just hold me and- I can kiss you again." An offer. One underlined by a little brush of Jon's nose against Tony's.

Tony's expression was still apologetic and tight, but he relaxed enough to let his hand sweep down Jon's back, taking as much time as he could manage to hold so still to accept the offer and linger in another chaste kiss. It felt much more like Jon sharing his air with him again so that Tony wouldn't drown, a thought that had a lump in Tony's throat again and his hand working up Jon's side to give an encouraging pat to ease him back; Tony could hold his breath a little longer. "Let's go," he encouraged with a nod up the path, "I'm okay. Show me what else you had planned."

And from all Jon can tell, Tony has need of his air once more. But that's fine. He's happy to share. He lingers a moment longer, fingers dancing across Tony's shoulders and his hands brushing down his arms once he is willing to take a step back.

"I think," Jon says, giving an impression of thinking about this. "We skip the history lesson at the Jedi temple and go right to the point where I feed you some sweets and massage the the tension out of your back." There's a short pause here in which Jon shrugs, takes hold of one of Tony's hands again and gives him a teasing bump with his shoulder as he turns to walk next to Tony again. "They wouldn't let me try out one of their lightsabers, can you imagine..."

Most of the time, it was difficult enough for Tony to tell when Jon was teasing him without nearly enough experience in the matter, and the temple history lesson sounded enough like an actual thing that would be interesting to Jon that Tony was already raising a lip in shock that he would have planned such a thing for them. Was he serious? He couldn't be serious. At least he had a very welcome alternative, because all Tony wanted to do was wrap himself around Jon, and he was pretty sure the Jedi would have something to say about it if they tried that in their temple.

His fingers continued to twitch restlessly in Jon's hold, but instead of drawing away this time Tony did his best to channel that energy into his other hand, gesturing a little more erratically than usual when he wasn't drumming it stiffly against his heart like an idling cycle. "I heard they let kids do that, try it out, see what it's like. They took one look at you and knew there'd be missing fingers, missing legs, they'd be crying, you'd be crying..." he gave back. "Trust me, I talked to them, all of them at once, the Jedi pope, it was all very relaxed, and they said they would much rather you spent your time figuring out what my favourite candy was. They recognized that I would probably still get hurt, but that's as much as we all agreed we could minimize your influence."

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