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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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"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."

Jon lets Tony talk as they walk, raising his brow and nodding along in mock understanding, well aware that Tony is just making these things up.

He offers a little smirk. "So you mean it wasn't because they sensed what I am? Gave Master Kenobi quite the headache when he tried to heal me." Which isn't a detail Jon has brought up before. Neither that he feels off in the Force. Even the guards at the temple originally had been getting ready to attack him on his first visit.

"But that's okay. I actually did find some quite intriguing candy and something that might be comparable to chocolate. I will let you guess which ones are the cheap ones and which ones are being sold as local delicacies."

Jon spending his time in Coruscant researching treats was adorable enough that Tony snorted and had to release Jon's hand then to curl an arm around his waist instead and keep him close as Tony purred, "But will any of them compare to my favourite delicacy?," with a nip to Jon's ear. It left him in a good position to give an apologetic butt against his head, having not considered that the Force powers would interact strangely with Jon's and could have left him vulnerable in this place. The clearest idea Tony had still of what the Force could be was Cal's moving things with his mind and sometimes touching something exciting.

"He didn't...he wasn't weird about it, right?" Tony asked cautiously. Everyone in this place seemed to have such specific boundaries of what was an acceptable way to have powers that Tony wasn't getting a good handle on, and didn't map well with like boundaries on Earth. "Was he trying to heal it?" That kind of thing was familiar.

The attempt from Jon's side to not sputter away is at least somewhat successful, though it still doesn't keep the blush from his cheeks. At least Tony is back to his shameless flirting. And while a little embarrassing, Jon can't quite argue that he dislikes it as he leans against Tony with a simple. "Guess we'll find out..."

Tony's questions regarding Obi-Wan's reaction to Jon are initially met with some silence while Jon recalls the encounter. "He... Tried to heal me after the spider attack. Backfired on him and he said I feel dark to him. Some of the Jedi here sensed it too. Always kept a close eye on me..."

Tony would have pursued a bigger reaction if they weren't both a little subdued, but was reasonably satisfied that Jon was blushing brighter than his own glow of affection at Jon just being cute, and gave his side an appreciative pat as they fell into step together. His fingers continued to pluck anxiously at the seam on Jon's shirt as he considered the Jedi sensing what might have been a problem, and who to get ahead of it if they decided it was one they had to handle. Their stay in this city wasn't going to last, they could keep their heads down and be long gone before it was really an issue, but so many sensitive people in and environment like Temba could lead to tension.

"You're not, ah...doing anything, that Kenobi would disagree with," he phrased carefully, free hand up to try to capture the question without it being accusatory, but eyebrow raised for an answer. Not that he was entirely sure that would hold up in a Jedi court, or however they conducted themselves, but Tony was pretty sure he could organize a jury of Jon's peers in Temba in his favour.

He gives a small, shallow laugh at the inquiry. "I am something they disagree with. Kenobi says I feel dark. The opposite of their light. Which makes sense, I suppose, given that I am the... Embodiment of a primordial fear." Jon rolls his eyes at his own words and lets out an audible exhale while tipping his head against Tony's shoulder to cast a stern little pout at him. "Don't comment on that. It's... Fine. I assume he will never fully trust me, but I don't the trust of a space-faring monk-wizard." The pout shifts into a little smile. "I know who I can trust, though. And... That's not a small list, admittedly. Which is quite nice."

Especially if he thinks back roughly a year ago when he has been certain people would hunt him down if they found out what he is.

Not much had really changed since Jon had first told Tony that he had chosen to trust more this evening, but this time Tony was more certain that he didn't want to try to talk Jon out of it even if he thought it was misguided--even the people who had been willing to rely on Jon in their private wasteland so far could change their minds the moment it was more comfortable to, and an influence like Kenobi seemed to have could change the board entirely. Instead, Tony vowed to watch Jon's blind spots for him with another pat to his hip, looking up any away innocently at that pout Jon had given him like he couldn't imagine any myriad of scandalous concepts someone could be accusing Jon of embodying.

"It's unfair, though," he did say, turning his own pout on Jon. "To talk about it like that, light and dark. They didn't ask to be born Jedi as much as you didn't ask for...this. Shit happened and choices were made, sure, but..." He twisted his free hand in the air, because it didn't really matter. "On Earth--back home, we've got people like Cap who have superstrength out of a needle, and they're celebrated as icons and heroes, the absolute best of us. If you have the same powers because you were born that way, though, some random mutation in the genetic code, you're a threat, kicked out of your community--end up in juvie, like Tommy. Angels and demons. I don't believe in a higher power like that, maybe that's it--I believe in the future. In the program, AA, that faith is an important step, you have to be able to identify something bigger than you. I don't know if that makes you healthier." He took a deep breath, at least identifying the rambling this time, and abruptly offered, "Most guys come out of it with a sweet tooth, though, did you know that? Sugar addiction, instead of their suicide of choice. It's the coffee and donuts that get you in the door." Not an indulgence that Temba offered often, without alien sweets to be innocently fed to him.

Those bits and pieces Tony brings up from his own Earth are sure to capture Jon's attention. Yes, he has heard most of this before. The comparison between Steve and Tommy is very clear and also very daunting. Sure, Tony's world has superheroes willing to fight for their planet, but those heroes also receive a lot of distrust and mistreatment. Which is disheartening.

At the same time their world also has supervillains. And regular people trapped in the middle. The reasons for all these conflicts seem much too obvious to him, with no solution anywhere in sight.

"...believing in the future..." Jon ends up parroting the words thoughtfully, opting to not start a discussion about the fairness and it's lack thereof in their respective worlds. Very few things are ever fair after all.

"That's not a bad thing to believe in. For now we... Can believe in a near future featuring sweets." Something nice, simple and achievable for now. Maybe not the most elegant, but for Jon himself it has been getting progressively harder to picture an actual future for himself.

Tony knew it hadn't been a particularly hopeful, barely coherent speech, the raw talent for that sort of thing might have been gone with Steve and the best anyone else could manage was to not be completely disheartening, but it was Jon's answer sounding so bleak despite himself that had Tony sliding away to take his hand again apologetically. "And that great bathtub," he tried to add helpfully, hand out flat to help envision the luxury of their hotel bathrooms, which might have been where more than a few of them had spent most of their limited time in Coruscant before it was taken away again. "And maybe we can get that really cute gal who works room service to bring us some burgers. Bet she'd like you. You probably wear the same size, we could get you one of those outfits."

The bathtub suggestion sounds fine with Jon and he casts a short glance down towards their once again joined hands only to find himself smiling lightly again. Making use of the room service for some burgers also doesn't sound awful. They haven't exactly eaten anything just yet. As for the rest... Well.

"T-Tony!" Another clearly flustered outburst from Jon is Tony's initial reward. That he is also holding tighter onto Tony's hand is just an additional treat on top of that wide-eyed look Jon is directing at Tony as he stutters. "W-wha-why... Why would I want to wear that?!"

The only reason for Jon to look nearly so stricken and make Tony try to hide his laugh behind his hand, wavering closer then sidling experimentally away to see if that clutch around his fingers translated to Jon sticking nervously close in case anyone else could hear how loud his blush was, the only reason was that he knew entirely what he would be wearing it for. Recovering as smoothly as possible, Tony raised his eyebrows innocently to ask, "You don't have a thing for uniforms? Is that weird?" It occurred to Tony that he had asked Jon something similar enough times that the list of his 'things' might have been getting intimidatingly unwieldy, whereas it wasn't really the kind of information Jon shared with Tony, and yet he continued, "Waitresses especially. A diner waitress, with the little nametag--that probably means something, I wouldn't want to tell that to a psychiatrist."

Tony has no need to worry, Jon knows precisely what he is implying, his flustered nervousness translating into his hand repeatedly clenching and unclenching around Tony's hand. After a couple of moments he manages to formulate a reply, though he is pointedly looking away as if that would in any way hide the blush. "We will talk about this- In private. But just so you know: I'm not quite comfortable putting on a skirt." Because he would only look ridiculous in one. A male uniform properly fitted for him he might be able to see the appeal.

The grumbling about it paired with the very minor hard limit of 'no skirts' had Tony unable to conceal his laugh this time, and his eyes were still bright with it as he tugged Jon around the park entrance and into a receded alcove just outside that Tony would have guessed as a bus stop, had he ever seen a bus in this place. Private, right? It was just outside of the cast of the streetlight, anyway, where Tony pressed his back against the wall, sliding down enough, with his weight braced on his heel, that they were about the same height when he coaxed Jon close with another tug at his hand and pluck at the front of his shirt, where he could feel the heat from his face. "Putting it on isn't even the fun part," he grinned, toying still with the front of Jon's shirt until he had opened the closure at his collar.

It left him quite unprepared for the speeder that tore up to stop suddenly and expectantly just outside of their waiting alcove, leaving Tony blinking owlishly in their called vehicle's lights. There might not have been buses, but there was clearly a system.

Getting dragged into that little nook in the wall isn't something Jon outright expects, but he finds himself not too surprised by the action as well and knows better than to put up a fight. It's much more the insinuation Tony puts out into the world while fiddling with Jon's collar and the way his voice and actions turn his guts into a heated knot that has him back to sputtering slightly.

Of course he knows exactly what Tony is implying. The part where one wraps a present rarely is the part anyone enjoys. It's unwrapping that comes with the excitement that-

Jon finds his words rudely interrupted just as he has started to open his mouth to verbally respond to Tony, but instead first blinks at him, then turns to the waiting speeder and blinks again, one of his hand paused halfway up to settle on Tony's elbow. "...ah... r-right..... Might want to hold that thought."

His eyes flick back to Tony and he then nods towards what apparently will be their private little transport. At least it's manned by a droid rather than a living being.

Tony was nodding back with a wry smile, looking very respectfully curious about those gears he could hear turning in Jon's head that apparently left him so occupied that Tony had to ease him back and out of their waiting area. He glanced back as they clambered into the vehicle, spotting the lights above the alcove that must have been the signals for the vehicles before he was rapidly more entranced by their synthetic driver, leaning up against the back of their seat to peer curiously at the droid and the controls. Directions to the hotel was only a good excuse for about half a second before Tony's looming was very obvious, but the droid didn't seem bothered, only delivering a very practiced but unaffected slap to his hand as Tony reached inquisitively for the dash.

It had its intended effect, sending Tony pouting back into his own seat, slouching down and clearly plotting how he would be taking one of these apart by the time the sun rose again.

Unlike Tony, Jon's attention is less with the inside of the speeder but the city speeding by outside of it. Which doesn't mean he misses his partner's interest in the droid and looks over the moment he slumps back into his seat.

The pout gets a small chuckle out of Jon. "Just let him do his job. I'd rather not crash with this thing. I'm sure otherwise he'd love to be your friend." Maybe the droid wouldn't agree to be taken apart, but that's beside the point, right? Without awaiting a response, Jon moves to lean against Tony, which at least means his eyes aren't glued to Coruscant's ridiculous traffic and he won't try to make any sense of it.

A crash hadn't even occurred to Tony, and the concept seemed to delight him even as he absently accepted Jon against his side with an arm around his shoulders. He slouched further to kick his toes experimentally up under the seat ahead of him as though this might reveal some functionality, asking, "What do you think the safety features are?" There didn't seem to be any, to Tony's eye, which was a lot of trust to put into an automated system. At this speed, it wouldn't even be a very long flight, and other vehicles hurtled by close enough to leave their speeder rocking in the wake. "When I'm designing the quinjets, they don't get out the door without thirty redundancies for seatbelts that none of the Avengers use, anyway," he muttered, belts notably absent here along with anything else Tony could immediately notice meant purely for their protection. "Cap does," he corrected after a moment. "They didn't even have seatbelts when he was born. I think he does it to humour me."

"Or maybe he is genuinely relieved that safety regulations have improved since that time." Jon offers with a little smile, then casts a glance out of the window again. "Which don't appear to be anyone's concern on this planet. Which is impressive already without looking past the surface level. Somehow... It still works."

Part of that may also be that the planet is so densely populated that accidents simply go unnoticed. Which isn't an issue Jon is willing to raise. They weren't sent here to fix Coruscant.

Obviously, Jon hadn't gotten much of a chance to spend time with Steve, because Tony was snorting at the idea of Cap having any respect for safety regulations, only to bow the twist of a longing frown into Jon's hair, hugging him closer, before it got too obvious. Jon's smiles were coming easily, that wasn't worth interrupting, and he didn't even know what he was missing out on. After a deep breath, he could counter, "Or it's just impossible to govern. This many people, showing up at all times from out there in the galaxy, there can't be that many small laws. Not any that are actually enforced, anyway. They don't seem to think much about individuals here, everything's replaceable, it's all a big system. Dollars to donuts, he doesn't get repaired if he crashes."

“Huh...” Jon looks over to their droid driver while being content enough to be held close. “I bet he could tell us more... But the last ones I asked something were adamant to point out that they are programmed to not engage with their costumers.” And while it bothers Jon in some way, right now he feels fine with these restrictions.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if there are actually laws in place, but just like in Earth a lot of them are being ignored, forgotten or simply broken.” He will admit, however, that he hasn’t checked what laws do or don’t exist on Coruscant.

Tony hummed thoughtfully about the droid, having about the same experience when he tried to charm a droid and much more success getting to know them from scrapers and marketplaces, and attempts to override this programming just to satisfy his curiousity had quickly felt invasive. It went deep, he knew that much, making the droids who had joined them in Temba all the more interesting.

"Government is massive," he observed, but narrowed his eyes skeptically, not sure that meant much more than a consolidation of power. "Just about everyone I meet that isn't doing shift work is some kind of senator or minister or legislator. It's been harder to blend in than I thought--in order to get into those rooms, you have to be an official advisor of some kind, military at least. None of them really talk about Coruscant, though. Few of them have plenty of stories about storms, but nothing like back on Agra 10."

From what Jon has been able to learn at the temple and also the droids roaming freely through those halls is that each of them has its very own personality programming. Which should have surprised him a lot less after having come to know BD-1, yet still has left the Archivist quite baffled.

Almost as baffled as he listens to Tony’s words right now. Words that have him lean forward to turn his head towards the man and give him a wide-eyed look that is equally amazed as it is amused. “That is the sort of research you did here?” He won’t even attempt to keep the little laugh from his voice. “I- I probably shouldn’t be surprised.” No. Not after what he has learned about Tony working with an international spying agency. Making friends in higher places must come easy to him.

“And I have been wondering why I never saw you at the temple...”

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