catch-all

[xwing]

CHARACTERS: luke skywalker
LOCATION: various locations
DATE: december
CONTENT: catch-all + open mistletoe prompt
WARNINGS: probable star wars trauma

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roomie shenanigans

[xwing]

[ it's been a long day, and that's the excuse luke's using for the way he literally faceplants on the bed he woke up in when he gets back to his room at the end of his first day. he's been to the sunlight room, the infirmary, he's talked to droids and cybertronians and another force-user, another tatooine native, and dozens of other people. he's tired, he still aches, and he's exhausted.

he shoves his face in the pillow as he lands on the mattress, still fully dressed and wearing his boots, and in just a minute or two, he drops off. he's slept in considerably worse places in his time, after all; after a point, you can kind of learn to nap anywhere.

it's the sound of the door opening that finally rouses him out of his nap, and he pushes himself up on his elbows, glancing groggily toward the door and one (or both) of his returning roommates. ] .. Hi. [ he blinks once, then rolls to sit up. ] Uh, I'm Luke, sorry about the-- [ he's actually not sure what he's apologizing about, come to think of it. ]

[karaoqi]

[ With the new arrivals, Shang-chi had already been anticipating the expected reshuffling of beds and spaces, and he was more than okay moving what little he had with him to a shared room with another fellow Orber. Honestly, he's kind of glad about it. Beats the weird, empty loneliness of being closed off with your thoughts in a foreign all-too-quiet station.

Peter Parker was the first of his new roommates, a guy he only kinda knew around the network and seeing around the station. Seemed cool at least. And could also stick to things, which ... sure. Why not? There are definitely worse traits to have in a roomie. And together they decided to head back to their room to wait for whoever would occupy the remaining bed, not quite expecting that sentiment to be so immediately literal.

Or for their third roommate to be — ]

Yeah.

[ — I know, is what he's about to finish his sentence with before practically clamping down on the words with a quick clearing of his throat. It's an effort of great self-control, especially when his eyes are a little too wide and he looks like he's just met a childhood hero. Listen, he was around fifteen when his best friend first sat him down to watch the original trilogy, all a part of his 'learn to be more American' regimen. He didn't complain once. The movies were freakin' awesome.

Obviously this isn't a movie, and the guy sitting up in bed is very, very real, but. Holy crap. ]

I knew we were getting another roommate, but we weren't sure who —

[webdesigned]

( that I know is so obvious, it's practically hanging in the air. Peter can hear it, almost, but perhaps that's because he's seen The Empire Strikes Back a good two dozen times and he could quote it by instinct, word for word. Shang, you cannot Han Solo Luke Skywalker, that has to be breaking some kind of cosmic law.

to be fair, Shang doesn't actually Han Solo Luke Skywalker. he recovers amicably. Peter still instinctively smacks him, the back of his hand directly bouncing off a pec of steel. the universal bro signal for dude, stop. a wordless and yet still incredibly obvious reprimand for a crime that was only considered at best, and furthermore only obvious to half of the present party. it makes this introduction even stranger than it already was. to be fair, how could anyone prepare to meet their science fiction hero? Peter isn't even good at meeting totally normal people, much less the coolest Jedi of all time (sorry, Mace Windu, you're a strong #2 at best). )

Hi, ( Peter says, tone stilted, because he can't lie for anything and he realizes painfully how awkward this is so far and they're 30 seconds in. ) Peter. I'm Peter. Hi. Cool to... meet you. Um. And it's fine. Totally fine. Mi casa es su casa. Or, uh, whatever the space station equivalent to that is. ( he trails off, looking to someone else to fill in the next part of this conversation, because he rambles when he's nervous and he doesn't want to ramble in front of Luke Skywalker. )

[xwing]

[ the staring makes him wonder if maybe he looks even worse than he thought he did. .. was he drooling? does he have pillow marks on his face? is his hair sticking up? he smooths a hand over his head self-consciously, but it seems to be in order, more or less. ]

Oh, uh, it's nice to meet you, too, Peter. And.. [ his glance slides to the other man questioningly, looking for his name, too.

maybe.. maybe the two of them know him the way dean does? however that is, because he currently has no idea still. regardless, they're all three going to be living together for the foreseeable future, so after a moment he leans down to pull off his first boot, dumping it to the side. ] Sorry about just showing up out of the blue, it's been a weird couple of days and I needed to drop by the infirmary first. [ the second boot thunks down beside its brother, and he straightens again to peel his glove off his prosthetic. it's down to the bare durasteel beneath from the repairs megatron did, but hopefully neither of them will be.. bothered by it. ]

[karaoqi]

— Shaun. The name's Shaun. Hey. [ He fills in immediately, lifting a hand to wave for lack of a proper handshake at the moment. He knows his manners; even uses them when he remembers to (especially in the face of childhood heroes).

He takes a step forward, attempting to find the right cool and casual beat and wanting to dispel the seriously nerdy awkwardness still hanging like a heavy curtain in the air. Him and Peter have really got to chill, and he knows that, but it's really hard to when you're speaking with the literal? Luke? Skywalker? Jedi Master and Actual Legend?

Hoo boy. ] Anyway, uh — yeah, like he said, no worries. [ He's not going to repeat the mi casa es su casa bit, that's definitely ... done. ] Welcome to the Ximilia — I think we're all kind of trying to find our footing here. But you're okay?

MISTLETOE ( OPEN )

[xwing]

[ it doesn't take luke long to settle into his room and the station in general. he's moved around so much in the last couple of years, from barracks room to barracks room and worse, that he takes it all pretty much in stride. so in theory, he can be found in most open areas at some point over the course of the next couple of weeks.

he's coming or going from somewhere when he almost literally runs into someone doing the opposite, brought up short in the doorframe with a startled blink and an apology already on his lips.

but then he pauses and huffs a laugh, pointing upward to the little sprig of greenery dean hung basically everywhere. ] Isn't this that mistletoe thing?

[ruinously]

Sure is.

[ The culprit himself is right there, holding a piece or two in his hand, since a cranky Spider-MAn decided to take some of it down.

So many Grinch's, jeez. ]

Don't eat it. It's poisonous.

[xwing]

[ he reaches up to pat dean's arm. ] Don't worry, the food here isn't so weird that I need to resort to taking strange plants out of doorways.

[ his lips quirk teasingly, but then he glances back up again, planting a hand on his hip. ]

So does this tradition require a particular type of kiss?

[ruinously]

[ He wiggles it around a little, cheeks a little pink, cause he's certainly backed himself into a corner on this one, hasn't he? ]

Uh. Not particularly. I think generally it's whatever people are comfortable with.

...If they're comfortable with it, that is.

[flickerandfade]

[ Megatron is passing from the common area, intent on transiting to the infirmary--he has things to do there, projects that require attention. Books to read. When he nearly bumps up into Luke, he freezes in place--even at his reduced height, he outweighs any of the humans here by a significant amount and crushing one would be a bad idea. He takes a moment to process what Luke says. ]

...It seems to be.

[ He agrees as his optics turn upwards. ]

Why?

[xwing]

[ he considers telling megatron that he doesn't have to be quite so careful around luke, given luke's abilities, but.. well, honestly, it's probably good practice for the.. mech? is that the proper terminology? he needs to double-check. ]

Well.. supposedly that means we're supposed to kiss, although I'm still confused by the connection.

[ he peers up at megatron, smiling, warm and patient. ] Is it something your people do? [ some species don't, or they have particular rules around it. ]

[flickerandfade]

We do.

[ There's even someone on board the station right now that Megatron has kissed! He just doesn't talk about it ever. ]

Though not usually in this sort of circumstance enforced by superstition.

[droide]

[ Elthree had just been heading to the lab to return something she borrowed, when she runs into Skywalker in an... inopportune moment.

She looks up, wary, then levels a stern finger at him. ]

Don't...

[xwing]

[ he laughs, brightly charmed. stars, she really reminds him of artoo. ] Aw, Elthree, it's tradition.

[ he widens his eyes harmlessly. ] I can make it quick?

[droide]

[ Elthree straightens, surprised somewhat by Luke's insistence.

...Would it really be such a bad thing? He is supposed to be a hero, after all. If she ever makes it back to their galaxy, it would give her something to brag about.

She swivels her dome a full 180°, checking to make sure there aren't any witnesses. ]

Fine, fine, then. Make it fast.

[winscenario]

[ Jim's mouth opens, ready to apologize too after they bump into each other, only to settle into a light frown when the guy starts laughing. It's the voice that tips him off to who he's talking to, after their network conversation, and he raises both eyebrows as he looks up, his own lips curling into a far too amused, and not at all innocent, smile. ]

I believe it is, yes, [ He nods slowly, hands resting on his own hips. ] Bummer. Think that means we're trapped here now?

[ It's just a piece of foliage, he knows they're not actually trapped. Not gonna stop him from teasing, though. ]

[xwing]

[ oh, it's jim. he's starting to place faces with names, and it helps that this is someone close to finn. ] Sounds like it, from what I've learned about the whole thing.

[ it's a silly and harmless if nonsensical tradition, but he's pretty sure some of the holidays from his galaxy would be viewed the same way. boonta eve on tatooine, for instance-- what does podracing have to do with honoring a hutt god? ]

On the other hand.. [ he arches a brow playfully. ] I hear there's a pretty easy way to get unstuck.

[winscenario]

[ Distinct voices help, plus Jim has a good memory. He's sure that Luke recognizes him too, if that little raise of his eyebrow and the teasing comment is anything to go by. ]

Oh, is there now? [ He can't help shoot back, his smile wide, a hand resting against the door frame next to Luke's shoulder. ] You might need to help me with that. We don't often celebrate Christmas where I'm from.

[ He's full of bullshit, it's obvious he knows about this particular tradition. ]

[spacedisaster]

[ Peter is carrying a box full to the brim with Christmas decorations, and some of them are obscuring his view. He is really fond of the holiday, and it is the first time in a long, long time that he can celebrate it with other humans who are familiar with Christmas. The Guardian manages to stop short from running into Luke and smiles upon recognizing the newcomer. ]

Ey sorry, I didn't see you. I was...oh. [ Peter looks up and sure enough, there's the familiar plant hanging over them. He huffs a laugh as well, not bothered at all by its presence. ] It is. Are you familiar with the tradition?

[xwing]

Only from what I've been told about it here, [ he admits a little ruefully. ] I don't think I've come across a similar tradition since leaving my home planet.

[ and tatooine doesn't have enough plantlife to do something as wasteful as hang it in a doorway, anyway.

his glance drops from the mistletoe to peter again, brows arching in playful question. ] Is it one you're partaking in?

[spacedisaster]

I'm afraid that we Terrans...er, Earthians, do enjoy dragging everyone into our holidays. It's mostly an excuse to include people and have a celebration. I admit I did the same to my team back home [ Peter is only a bit ashamed of that admission. God knows he talked about Earth and the things he used to do here to all the Guardians, in part to keep a connection to his old home, but also, so they can start their own traditions together. ] Where are you from?

[ He knows very well that just because someone is humanoid and looks like a human, they're one of them. He shoots Luke a smile after that question. ]

I'm a taken man, and I'm keeping the kisses strictly platonic, but yes, I enjoy a good celebration. But If you have a different tradition from your home world that you'd like to try here, I'm happy to adapt.

dean, post drinking game

[xwing]

[ luke takes a moment to shove his feet back down in his boots, not bothering to button them up--surely by now dean doesn't expect him to be entirely put together all the time--but doesn't put his uniform top back on, leaving him just in black pants and under-shirt. after some consideration, he caps the bottle he'd been drinking from and tucks it in the crook of his arm to take with him.

he didn't ask for dean's room number because he doesn't need it. now that he's been around the other man several times, he's fairly confident he could find him anywhere in the local system if he really needed to. as it is, it's not difficult to find him on the station, and within a few minutes, he's reaching to tap against the door. ]

Hi, it's me.

[ruinously]

[ Dean's on his bed, feet propped up (socks only, no boots or knives in the bed, thank you very much) turning his switchblade over in his hands, mostly just for something to do while he waits.

The knock comes, and he swings his feet down, calling out -- ]

C'mon in, doors open.

[xwing]

[ luke nudges the door open, shutting it behind himself and then turning to blink once at dean, taking in the appearance of him on the bed, the switchblade in his hand. ] Hi. [ he's already said that. he hasn't had enough alcohol to already be tipsy, for crying out loud.

he sets the bottle down on the nightstand, then unclips his lightsaber, setting it down there too. then he steps in closer, knee nearly knocking dean's, real hand lifting to touch the other man's cheek lightly. ]

Sorry for ruining the game.

[ruinously]

[ There's a smile that's creeping onto Dean's face; the way Luke just comes in, gets in Dean's space, makes himself at home - it's nice. Nobody ever does that, looks out for him. It's always the other way around.

He tosses the switchblade onto the nightstand next to the lightsaber (please believe it takes every ounce of strength Dean has in his body not to shriek over that), and tips his face right into Luke's fingertips. ]

You didn't. I think you saved my ass, actually. [ He's kind of (pretty) drunk -- and while he can handle his alcohol, there were a few conversations he was getting into that he didn't care to have over the public network. This is much better. ]