catch-all

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

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( 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. )

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[ 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. ]

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— 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?

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( you look GREAT, Luke. a shining blonde example of jedi kind. with the most adorable smattering of bedhead. it's just these weirdos were not ready to wander in to the peak of their nerd past shaking off a snooze in their quarters. forgive them!!!

and forgive Peter for wildly scanning his memories for all the times Luke got messed up in the movies, and immediately grimacing at himself for how horrifically invasive that is. it takes him a second to straighten out his expression. )

Oh yeah. Welcome. Hi. ( Peter, you already said hi. Peter covers his mouth, as if he can physically restrain himself from embarrassing himself further. if only it were that easy. especially as his magpie brain is immediately struck when Luke peels off a glove. ) Whoa, ( Peter exclaims, behind his fingers. because he can't actually restrain himself from embarrassing himself further, apparently. he drops his hand, shaking both in an insistent apology. ) Oh. Just... you know. Your hand. It just looks cool is all. I never thought I'd see it... I mean, one! One! In person.

( Peter sends a slow glance toward ShangShawn-Chi, like he's hoping for validation he didn't just totally blow that. in silent bro communication: How much did I flub that, on a scale of 1-10? )

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[ shaun. okay. shaun and peter. this is technically no stranger than bunking in the barracks with other pilots, though it's admittedly been a while since he's had to share a space like that. command does have some perks, after all. ]

I'm okay, [ he assures them both with a huff of laughter at the awkward behavior. ] Electricity damage. Not as bad as it could have been. [ he glances down at his prosthetic as peter exclaims over it, wiggling the fingers a little, then bringing his gaze back up. ] A.. prosthetic? I admit it looks kind of rough right now. If I was home, I could probably get the synthskin repaired, but.. [ a shoulder rolls in a small shrug, and he shifts to make more room on the bed if one or both of them wants to take a seat. ]

Have you two been here long? I've heard this current version of the program's only been around about a year, so.. honestly, I'm kind of surprised by how smoothly things run.

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[ Peter's look towards him is returned with a glance equally as slow, and probably not as validating as he would hope. There's a, Really, dude??? expression following, and then a quick clearing of his throat as he turns back to toss Luke a more amiable smile.

(Bro, you flubbed it with a score of 2 for Real Bad.) ]

Anyway — there's totally nothing wrong with your hand, don't worry about it. Besides, I think we might have some tech in the infirmary that could help you, if you wanted. Don't quote me on that though, I'm not really the engineering kind.

But yeah! Yeah, we've been — I mean, I've been here for all of one mission so far? Pete's been here longer than I have. But so far so good on the success rate, which is great for all of us. [ So, yep. This is going great. ] Yeah.

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( Peter takes the unspoken constructive criticism with unspoken grace. or tries to. his nose wrinkles, his eyes squint closed, his hands momentarily cinching into fists, like internally he's saying rats. probably because he is. he shakes it off though. )

Oh yeah. We can fix you up. I'm pretty good with that stuff, if you, uh, if you want. Or there's old people that can do it too. Older. If you don't want some kid messing with your cybernetic hand. That's fair. I get it. Um...

( what was he talking about again? should he really even be allowed to talk anymore at all? whoa, they're talking about his residency on the station now, and Luke must be sincerely doubting how anyone gets anything done around here. ) Just two missions. Not a big deal. We've got a good team going, lots of people that can do amazing things, so usually things just kinda work out. So you'll fit right in around here.

( a long pause, before he realizes what he's said. and furthermore, what Luke has not said, so implying that he'll fit in just fine with people with superpowers and magic and all sorts of nonsense is a little leading. ) Shhh....oot. Sorry. Okay, I just have to say it. So I've heard of you before, and uh, the stuff you can do. And it's really cool and I'm really nervous and really blowing this so I'm sorry about that. I'm just... it's really cool to meet you, is all. You can stay as long as you want. Pick whatever bed you like! Actually, maybe not his bed. ( he shouldn't give away Shaun's bed. he's a nice guy. maybe he likes his bed? ) But you can have mine if you really want it. Sometimes I sleep stuck to the ceiling anyway so it's fine.

( well, he made it about 5 minutes before breaking completely. does he get any points for that? even a few? )