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((set sometime shortly after this)

Fett did a few quick scans of the surrounding areas as the park continued to fall apart piece by piece. Nothing repaired itself, nothing reappeared in its proper place. He hadn't been so sure that the plan would work, in fact.

But even given that, he should have been prepared for every possible outcome.

He was only ever used to having a target, a purpose, and so he thought of it as one target at large as he continued down the sidewalks, firing his blaster rifle at windows, cables and offending signage. Fett made his way back to New Orleans Square with one thought on his mind.

If this did all go to hell, he hadn't had the chance to even ask Sunshine what she thought of it. That seemed almost morally wrong, somehow. She had been the only person in this place whose opinion had counted for something in a whole alternate dimension of madmen and impossible things.

He found her under her doorway, staring out at the changed landscape and looking... really exactly how he had imagined she would, given the circumstances.

"Are you hurt?" he asked on approach. As good a way to start a conversation as any, if you're a bounty hunter.

Date: 2008-12-03 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"What? I'm - no, are you?" He looked fine, not that it was particularly easy to tell with him. "What's...?" She waved at the destruction. "Are we under attack?"

Date: 2008-12-04 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
There was a locked door down below? "Below where? And...distract...?" She winced as another of the skybuckets, one that had been teetering on the top of its tower for a while now, slid rapidly down the broken cable and crashed into a nearby shop's roof.

"Can we, um. Talk inside?" Hopefully no one was planning to blow up her building...

Date: 2008-12-04 12:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
Sunshine tried to assimilate this as they headed inside. She shut the inner doors of the restaurant, more out of early training than anything else; if she'd had a lock and chain she would have used them reflexively. "How do we know if it works? I mean, that's...that's a lot of destruction, so far..."

Date: 2008-12-04 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
She watched him put the weapon down, one hand going up, unthinkingly, to rub at the scar across her upper chest. "So. A way out of here?"

Date: 2008-12-04 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"It's weird to think about, isn't it?" Her hand dropped as she became conscious of her own fidging; she found a clear bit of counter and pushed herself up to sit, legs dangling. "Not that you ever came here on purpose, or that you want to be here forever, but because it's not so much part of your daily life, you get into the habit of not thinking about it. Or...I do, anyway."

"I guess a lot of people really do want to get home, though."

Date: 2008-12-04 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"Exactly. It's...well, I mean, it's not that I don't miss home. My family, the coffeeshop. My friends. And I - there are things I need to do, I guess. Responsibilities." Both of the cinnamon roll baking and the trying (probably in vain) to save the world varieties.

"I never forgot that. But I used to think all the time, what happens when I get back? Will time have kept passing for everyone else? Will they all have thought I was - well, the last time I disappeared on them, you know, it wasn't a happy situation. Or maybe we'll just be dropped back where we left, in which case...how do we explain it to anybody? Or do we just not say anything, pretend like nothing's happened?"

She knew her life was vastly more social than his - and she'd always tended to think of herself as a bit of a loner, albeit a loner at the center of a closeknit community - but... "Stop thinking or forget about life here because it just never comes up there? Because that's just..." Words failed her. She bumped his shoulder lightly with her own, in lieu of words.

Date: 2008-12-04 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"Well, you should have someone to tell," she said, almost fiercely. "Hell, I mean, it's bad enough my going back and having all these things I can't tell anyone. But I already had that, and at least people back home would just think I was nuts if I told them about this." As opposed to most of the secrets she'd arrived with, which could have gotten her thrown in jail or a government labratory. The same secrets nobody here gave a skegging crap about.

She glowered down at her lap, almost childishly. "I don't like thinking of you not having anyone. And I don't want to have to not forget."

Date: 2008-12-04 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
She could...not hear, exactly, but sense somehow his surprise. She suspected very few people would've, and that, and the fact that he was surprised at all struck her painfully. "I don't know," she told her knees, then looked up and gave him a skewed smile. "I really doubt it'll be as simple as a hallway with a bunch of labelled doors beyond the locked one. 'This way to the universe with magic.' 'This way to the universe with spaceships.'"

"I guess life's not fair is a constant wherever you are."
Edited Date: 2008-12-04 05:11 am (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-04 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
Yes, that had occurred to her, too.

She squeezed his hand blindly.

Date: 2008-12-04 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"I know," she said, rubbing the side of his index finger with her thumb. "It's been...I don't even know what to call it. But you're what I'll miss."

"I mean," she qualified, looking down, feeling she was getting too mushy, maybe, "It's been nice getting more sleep. I've come up with some new recipes, too, although I'd have to change the names of at least three of them. And the sun all the time, that's nice. But mostly, of the things that made this place okay, it's..." You.

Date: 2008-12-04 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
It had been a honey-colored reality, here: a place of limited danger and long, indistinguishable days, with only the responsibilities she'd assigned herself. She'd tried to ground herself with the routine and hard work of making food, feeding people; she'd liked to think it was helping others, to have at least the reality of a good meal made by hand, but really it was structure, fear of drifting. She felt more anchored at this moment than she had in...years, maybe.

"They got through the door," she said, probably unnecessarily.

She could see in the dark. She would've almost preferred darkness for this moment, but she could see everything around her with inhuman, bewildering clarity: the movement of the water in the river that edged the restaurant; the small scraps of life that were the flowers in the vases at each table; when she looked down, their hands joined.

Her hand tightened in his. "What do we do? Do we just...wait?"

Date: 2008-12-04 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"Not - " even a little bit she was going to say, but she found a perverse, unreasonable part of her was rather curious. It still wasn't quite enough to overwhelm the part of her that just wanted to cling to whatever safety she had left, for as long as she had it. " - unless you do," she modified.

"I've never really been the type of person to push the big red button that says 'don't push this,' not unless someone's holding a gun to my head." Which didn't stop her from getting caught in the ensuing big fiery explosion when someone else pushed the button.

Date: 2008-12-05 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
Sunshine nodded in agreement to this plan. Which still left the question of what they did in the meantime.

She couldn't see his smile, but his words brought out an answering one on her own lips. "I don't think I've ever seen you that aggravated," she said, in a faintly teasing tone. And then, a little more wryly, "Although Shiva knows, you've seen me lose it in all kinds of ways."

Date: 2008-12-05 01:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
She laughed. "I'll remember that, the next time I have one of those to handle." Another little shoulder-bump.

She took a deep breath, then said, purposefully light, "I'd...take you with me, you know. If that were an option. If I didn't think you'd find my world way too...claustrophobic? It would be a mess, really, but still."

Date: 2008-12-05 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
She snorted. "That probably wouldn't go over too well, no. Although you never know: one of our regular bums around the coffeeshop, Gat Donner, is a small-time dope peddlar who fiddles around with his own mixes. Every now and then, when it goes wrong - or, um, right, depending on how you look at it - he turns into an eight-foot bright orange talking lizard. He doesn't have much of an anger management problem, though. Mostly he just tells fortunes. The SOFs," it was so funny to be talking about all of this, to be thinking about home again, "check in on him every now and then, mostly just because his fortunes come true slightly more than chance would allow." Sunshine shrugged.

"My life was..." hesitating, then admitting, "a lot more eventful than I wanted it to be, in the months before I came here. I guess...I guess I'm grateful for the rest, considering I'm going to have to go back to all that. But I wish...I don't know."

Date: 2008-12-06 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"Or you're in the wrong place at the wrong time," she suggested. "I mean, some things there's just no way to prepare for." Like, oh, being inexplicably stuck in a magical theme park.

In some ways, psychologically, it helped to be used to feeling helpless before fate, and having to act anyway.

"It doesn't sound like too much to ask," Sunshine said to his plan. She let her head drop against his shoulder for a moment. Which...wasn't that comfortable, really.

Date: 2008-12-06 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
"See: life's not fair as a universal...or multiversal constant," she agreed.

She lifted her head, smiling a little as he took the plate off. She really did seem to attract the oddest kinds of friendships.

"People sometimes don't leave you alone even if you're just a coffeeshop baker. Just because you," she hesitated for a moment, never having admitted this, even really fully to herself, "you've got the potential to be, um. Powerful. A lot more so than you would've chosen to be." Or they would've chosen you to be, since it meant you were maybe more than they could control. And now she felt like she'd taken off all her clothes, and not in a good way.

She hurried on, voice small, trying to put that behind her. "I guess it's hard to just...bow out of a story once it gets going. You keep being drawn back in, by other people, by responsibilities. I'd like to believe in...peace, someday."

Date: 2009-01-21 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
The clasp of their hands was very firm now, very warm, as she'd once held onto a vampire's hand as she drew him into the light of the sun. As though she were trying to hold back some sort of pain from him with that one point of contact.

"I would rather - all kinds of things for you," she said, fiercely, against his jumpsuit-covered shoulder. "Things you wouldn't even think to want, I'd want you to have. Cookies, and tea, and - " And she didn't even know what she was saying, she had a feeling she was embarrassing herself, but she couldn't seem to stop babbling.

Date: 2009-01-30 07:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com
And she'd had quite a few odd, close-yet-distant men in her life so far: from inarticulate but intense-eyed first boyfriends to sorcerer-cooks to, yes, honorable bloodsucking monsters. All of them held apart from her somehow, even as she shared her body or their heart's blood. She really didn't have any idea why.

She felt his chin on the top of her head and snaked one arm up around his neck to hold him.

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