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[khajidont]

Date & Time: June 1st
Location: Jaime/Peter/Han's apartment
Characters: Jaime Reyes (khajidont), Peter Gaudin (perdre) and Han Solo (pilot)
Summary: Peter and Jaime's digs gain a space pilot. Cue dorky freakouts.
Warnings: N/A



While Jaime hadn't had much experience living with anyone beyond his own family - not counting a few weekend stays at Titans Tower - he was pretty sure that he was supposed to have more contact with his roommate than he had indulged in so far. He didn't spend a whole lot of time at home in the first place, but after the war happened, he had become downright antisocial for a little while there.

That had to change. Peter had been nothing but pleasant the few times that they had spoken for which Jaime counted himself lucky considering the sorts of people he saw around on the network. Hoping that they could at least hang out once or twice, he offered to grab some lunch for the both of them and called him out to their shared kitchen.

The fact that more Transports were rolling in was, unfortunately, something that completely slipped his mind.

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[perdre]

"Yeah -" He took one step forward, stopping himself before he could really start, hand lost somewhere in the middle of an aimless gesture. "You can't just... walk in here like that. Are you a new Transport?"

His tone was still careful, as if concerned that the wrong word would send their guest running. He was fascinated and curious, and - if it turned out that this was who he thought it was, it would be a very cool story to share.

With whom? No idea, but the prospect was still nice.

[pilot]

"I have a key to this place that says I can." He flips it between his fingers for the others to see. "I just arrived for the second time. I don't know what those are," a look at Jaime. "Han Solo. I think that answers all your questions."

[khajidont]

However dismissive Han was, now that they had verbal verification coming their way, there was no denying how cool this was. It didn't seem that he was keen on talking at all let alone sharing pleasantries, but he wasn't too sure what he was expecting.

"Transport's what people who are from other worlds are called. Like us," he explained, still looking mildly stunned. He pointed at himself, then jabbed his thumb in Peter's direction as he added, "I'm Jaime, and that's Peter."

[perdre]

"Han Solo," He repeated the name after Jaime finished introductions, a dazed little echo from a young man that never thought he'd be saying it in this context. "You're Han Solo."

He was tempted to throw something like 'for real?' at him, but thought twice. Instead he looked at Jaime to silently arch his brows and look a little lost.

[pilot]

"I'd show you identification, but it didn't come with me." His smile is an unamused grin. "We done here?"

hoping it's okay to assume han goes to claim his own space?

[khajidont]

"Um. Yeah. We're done." Jaime rolled one shoulder, more of a nervous twitch than anything else in the face of Han's exasperation. "But if you weren't joking about being hungry, we got plenty of food here once you're settled in."

Rule number one of meetings: they went by infinitely easier when food was involved.

Once Han left, however, what counted as Jaime's poker face fell to pieces only to be replaced with an expression that mingled wide-eyed horror and amazement. He turned to grasp Peter by both of his shoulders and said, with feeling, "Dude. Han Solo. Oh my god, I'm gonna die."

What else was there to say?

[perdre]

Peter, on the other hand... had no idea what his face was doing. It was somewhere between a gape and just wide eyed bewilderment.

"Does he - I mean. Does he know who he is?"

Did he realize what he'd walked into?

[pilot]

Not really.

He returns after he's stuffed his "weapon" under the bed where no one can see. Han remains tense, though he hides it well.

"So," he prompts after a moment. "Do I get names?"

[khajidont]

By the time Han got back, Jaime's hoping he and Peter have gotten their collective freak-out out of their system, though he knows that's likely not the case. They'll freak out about it later, when the subject of them isn't currently standing in their home.

He'd already introduced them, but Han's warranted a better welcome than what he'd gotten. "I'm Jaime," he said, sixteen years of manners being drilled into him kicking in. "Nice to meet you."

[perdre]

Peter turned quickly, back to the door, blinking with arched brows and a dry throat. There he was again. He was real. That was... well. He didn't know what else was expected. How to describe the feeling of watching someone leap out from your memory of a movie and into real life?

"Peter. Peter Gaudin," French accent clear in his last name, he nodded briefly and walked over to offer a hand. "Uhm - welcome."

[pilot]

Han had a good ear for accents. He had honed it after so much travel. Being able to pick them up, along with languages, had saved his life and his cargo more than once. There were similarities here, but still nothing he had heard before. it only helped to drive further how strange everything here was.

After a little pause, he took Peter's hand. His grip was solid.

"Thanks. A real pleasure to be here." Much as he tried (not that he tried every hard), he could not keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He was safe, for the moment, but when had he ever played it safe? He would rather be back on Cloud City, he should be there still, and instead he's planet-bound and drafted. In the list of bad days, today had managed to crack his top ten.

A side glance at Jaime and he grabbed a chair. "When are we eating?"

[khajidont]

Jaime detected the sarcasm in Han's voice, but he honestly couldn't fault him for that one. Nobody here actually wanted to be here - except a chosen few, as people took great pains to tell him when he first introduced himself over the network.

"Now? Now's good."

Jaime pulled out a chair of his own and took a seat before sliding the foil wrapped burritos over to Peter and Han alike. "S'not authentic or anything, but they're all right."

Granted, he was a teenage boy who didn't much like cooking. If not for take-out, he would almost certainly be eating far too many meals composed of cereal and little else.

[perdre]

His hand retracted, tucked under his arm. Peter shrugged lightly and looked at Jaime for some kind of direction - now was definitely good to have dinner with Han Solo. No big deal.

Following the other two, he took the last free chair to cross his arms over the table, perfectly content to let the others serve themselves before taking his turn. Hunger didn't come around so often when he went out hunting on his own, and this had been a rather productive month so far. Not that... people needed to know that. Turning into a wolf to maim rodents in the Outlands wasn't exactly a topic of conversation he was interested in pursuing.

"--have you ever had them? Burritos?"

And yes, he fought the urge to add 'in space'.

[pilot]

"I've had something like it." Han examined the burrito before taking an experimental bite. He shrugged. "Didn't call them that."

[khajidont]

"It's not exactly an original concept," Jaime said, smiling ruefully at them after swallowing a bite of his own burrito. "Meat and bread's meat and bread."

He glanced warily between the two of them, aware that they had just descended into the most basic of small talk, but it was preferable to the alternative of hey, we totally watched you in an awesome movie. "What'd they call it?"

[perdre]

Jaime stole Peter's next question. Fair enough, though - it made his mind start working again instead of just falling into a loop that allowed him enough distraction to stare at Han like a skeptic examining proof of alien life.

Eat the burrito, Peter.

[pilot]

He said the name then took another bite. It was good enough grub, even if at that point he was hungry enough to eat just about anything. He hadn't realized how much until he started eating.

"So how long have you two been stuck here?"

[khajidont]

"Only a month now."

Which was a little boggling, taking in how much had happened in the shot time since he had arrived. When he had brought into this place being told that he was going to fight a war that wasn't his own, he had no idea exactly how literal they were taking the word.

He wondered whether or not the Initiative was actually telling the people who got dragged here the extent to which this war could affect them. If his general low opinion of them held... they probably didn't tell the new guys a hell of a lot.

"Feels like longer, though. How much did the Initiative tell you guys about what happened last month?"

[perdre]

"Not much," Peter shook his head, still chewing on a small chunk. He didn't mean to be rude - not overtly, at least. But he figured his company wouldn't mind it terribly. "Do you know anything?"

[pilot]

"The Initiative didn't say anything." But Han never expected them to, and he was lucky enough to bump into someone he had apparently known who was willing to fill him in. "I heard about Elmer's world. Five billion death toll, was it?"

[khajidont]

"Of course they didn't," Jaime muttered, more of an aside than anything else. He could understand why they didn't, but a part of him wondered why they didn't just use it to their advantage.

The fact that one of their own's worlds got destroyed just meant they had a personal stake in what used to be somebody else's war.

"Yeah. That's the one."