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nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
ninjavampire) wrote in nightlogs2023-11-13 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
talking to ghosts
Who: Miggy & You??
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
What: Miguel stays behind to do dead honoring activities
Where: the Pole to start
When: Late October, Early November (Day of the Dead time)
Warnings/Notes: themes of mourning, though it can be lighthearted also
Miguel would be reluctantly absent during the action around Halloween. A strange enough decision, given his first instinct would be to throw himself into the fray as a distraction.
But as of late, he couldn’t hide that something was eating at him. The gloomy spell over his mood seemed more intense than months prior, burning away his patience and making short tempered remarks and the flashing of fangs more easy to let slip. He'd done okay keeping things somewhat under lock, but it was clear now something was definitely wrong.
And so, after some tense, but persuasive conversation just convincing enough to accept staying behind, Miguel finds himself idle on a quieter and lonelier Pole for a few days.
((prompts incoming - brackets or prose are fine))
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Boba's hackles are immediately up when he speaks. Why is this "Dan" apologizing? Who cares if they haven't met? He already knows Miguel, but Miguel is clearly a terrible judge of character. He's been spending all this time and energy on Boba, after all.
There's a slightly too-long pause before Boba remembers that he's supposed to respond.
"I'm Lucky."
There, interaction done. Now where are the flowers?
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"Dan."
The slouch in his shoulders straightens up on seeing him, though his body's reaction lags like the pushed stern of large ship. Slow and measured. There is a little awkwardness, realizing Dan has been getting a look at more of his softer emotional underbelly than most. Very different from the usual hard-assed persona he projects. But he was glad to see him.
"Kid wants to make his own ofrenda, so we were going on a flower run."
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Dan can figure why just from being a keen study of body language. Lucky's insecure - not in the self-esteem way, but in the way where even a big, competent ally standing next to him isn't enough to keep him from scouting the room for threats. It's what Elle intimated. It's what Dan observes.
"Wouldn't you might know it, I found some flowers some fellow just left behind up here." Dan gestures to the flowers on top of the shelf, then turns to point to them, allowing Lucky to see three quarters of his back. In Dan's experience, trust is never gained without trust being offered. "Sure are a lot of us paying respects to the dead these days."
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"Sure," he says, doubtful. He doesn't think it's been anyone's pleasure to meet him for... cycles.
Boba grabs a stool from a table and moves it in front of the shelves. Unlike Dan, who must be stupid or something to show his back like that, he never lets Dan or Miguel out of his line of sight-- even as he climbs to stand on the stool in an attempt to reach the flowers. They're still barely out of reach. Now he's glaring at the marigolds.
"People die. It's what they do."
Sometimes they get killed. Sometimes you kill them.
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Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to get used to hanging out with someone like Dan. He reaches out to pick up a large bushel off the shelf and plop it into the kid's arms. It was light, as it was all flowers, but it was very voluminous. Truly, he was ready for his spiderly duty of reaching top-shelf items for people who needed it.
"I'm looking for flowers in red, if you know where to get the color." he keeps it vague, leaving it up to the kid to reveal more if he liked.
The problem should be obvious enough: The flowers came in rich golds and yellows, and the gypsophilia and hoary stock supplementing them where white and purple.
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“What about poinsettias? There’s plenty of them around here and we can repurpose them as offerings.”
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He hops down from the chair and looks between the two men. Taxes are something he knows about in the abstract, but considering his father was a bounty hunter and Boba's existence is a war crime, he hasn't has occasion to interact with them much. He definitely doesn't know the saying.
"Are they red?"
He wants to make sure since he doesn't know what poinsettias are. He's only been to a few planets that have flowers, and never got the chance to look at any for its own sake. There certainly weren't any flowers in the detention center.
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It would look a little odd to him for its Christmas-y associations, but it was Boba's offering, so. If the kid approved, on the ofrenda it would go. He will support him along the way. Miguel seems not to mind the kid's surliness at all - he's accepted that Lucky is just someone who glares and scowls a lot.
He levels a silent glance at Dan, hoping he will pick up the ball next and show them where the flowers are.
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"Very red. Poisonous, too, so North keeps them out of reach of the elves because they ain't got the sense God gave a doorknob." Dan says that with the same sort of exasperated warmth he would use for a beloved puppy that chews on shoes or a toddler that throws food at the wall.
He puts his hands in his pockets, figuring he can repurpose some ribbon from elsewhere later, and gestures with his nose towards the doorway. He gives Boba plenty of time to avoid his personal space bubble as he telegraphs that he's going out that direction.
"I got a bunch of it in my room. Pop of color keeps me a little saner during the winter. Makes me forget we're on an iceberg with two hours of sunlight a day."
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He waits for Dan to reach the door before moving to follow.
"Poisonous how?" If there's a potential resource in the compound, he wants to know. He isn't the best at synthesizing toxins, but he can take an existing compound and concentrate it, and he knows how to make darts. If he could just make some sort of dart gun without Miguel noticing...
He makes sure Miguel is coming too before following Dan down the hall. He doesn't want to be alone with a stranger while his arms are full.
"How much sunlight does your planet usually get, then?"
Boba's been out in the galaxy for a few years, but he's spent the last few months-- maybe a year, he's not really sure-- in a high security prison. When he got here, it was the first time he'd seen the sky in a long time, but he was used to it. On Kamino, where he grew up, the storms were practically constant. Even when it wasn't raining, it was usually cloudy. Sunlight was rare.
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Miguel has spent enough time with Boba to see the look on his face and guess what he was thinking. He's had to anticipate a lot of Mischief, but it's all remained relatively harmless since the kid had felt a little more safe and comfortable on the Pole.
He follows them at the rear of the group, keeping a watchful eye on both. Now that Boba mentioned it, maybe a trip to a sunnier side of the world would be good for him...
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"Unless you're someone real small like the elves or sensitive, poinsettias are just poison enough to give you a rash, an upset stomach and some itchy eyes. Reckon for safety's sake you might should always rinse your hands after handling them." Dan keeps his hands in his pockets, a few steps ahead of Boba to emphasize that he's fine with Boba at his back and outside of Boba's personal space bubble.
"Depends on where on the planet you are and what time of year it is, since the sun's rotating around us. Where I'm from daylight lasts between ten to fourteen hours."
The workshop has a shelf with poinsettias and other seasonal plants spilling over like untidy clothing from a dresser drawer. Dan can get on tip-toe or get a stool to reach them, but he steps aside for Miguel to do the honors; why deny the perks of being around someone a foot taller?
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"Planets orbit stars. Well, they orbit each other, but..." he trails off as he realizes what he's doing. He contradicted Dan without thinking. His shoulders jump up to his ears as he tries to sink into himself, slowing his pace to increase the distance between them.
Which leaves him closer to Miguel, who clearly knows Dan and considers him an ally. Miguel might not be happy with him either.
He edges closer to the wall. The flowers shift as he tightens his grip.
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"With the caveat that some dimensions can be odd..." he adds. "The ones with gravity have stars at the center, with the planets orbiting. The Sun is the most massive object in our solar system, so it holds everything else in that system in place - more or less."
Perusing Dan. He doesn't seem like he comes from a dimension with different fundamental physical forces to their own. Oh.
"You've... never seen a chart?"
He reaches up to grab the poinsettias. Dan's never seen a chart, has he? Or been to a Planetarium? But he has access to the internet? This fact was taken so for granted that he's not sure what to make of it.
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"What kind of chart?" Dan thinks of maps of terrain, but he isn't sure how this relates to whether the sun orbits the Earth or vice versa. "Thank you for the gift of your armspan. I get leg cramps from having to go on tip-toe all the time."
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"Stars are mostly made of gases and have a large enough mass to sustain nuclear fusion. Planets are spherical collections of mass that orbit stars. They can't- any planet with a large enough mass to draw a star into its orbit would just collapse and become a star itself."
Boba shifts his weight as he thinks.
"This planet has a Type I atmosphere and standard gravity. There are twenty-four local hours in a day and seasonal changes depending on the planet's relative orbital position. The sun is a medium-sized dwarf star, right? So the habitable zone of this system would be around a hundred-fifty million kilometers..." he clears his throat. He got distracted by a tangent-- he needs to refocus.
"That is, if your sun orbited your planet and your planet isn't spinning on an axis, days and seasons would be the same thing. If your planet is spinning..." brow furrows and he huffs out a frustrated breath.
"Geo-centric models aren't wrong, you can still calculate stuff based on the relative position of objects to a planet, they're just way more complicated. It's a lot easier to calculate coordinates based on stars because stars don't move as much."
Boba only knows the calculations for helio-centric models off the top of his head. He would either have to start from scratch or work backward to map out celestial bodies based on their relative position to a planet, and it would take forever since he doesn't have any of the equipment that would usually run those calculations for him.
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Lucky had a good mind for machines, he had maintained a ship all his own after all. But they never broached this particular topic much in between. He makes a mental note to pencil out some time to take him to an observatory. He might like the field trip.
Recognizing that they were throwing a lot at Dan all at once, he adds:
“I can find a map of the solar system and we can look it over sometime. You might take a liking to astronomy.”
Curiosity about science can be quite infectious - and it generally tended to start with talk about the stars or dinosaurs or some other subject of interest.
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"I do like astronomy already, you know. My stage name is Dan Sagittarius, even though I'm a Scorpio." He smiles. "You do much science, Lucky? You sound like you know what you're talking about. This guy here is all science, all the time."
He gestures with his nose to Miguel. "So no wonder y'all hit it off."
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"I'm a pilot," he says with pride. "I've been taking care of my ship for years."
That is, he was taking care of it. But now it's gone. The only home he had left.
He deflates a little. His eyes goes from Dan to the ground.
"I've been flying for my whole life," Boba adds more quietly. He lost some of his enthusiasm when he remembered what happened to the Slave I-- damaged by the jetiise before Aurra crashed it. He never got the chance to see the wreckage, he was detained right after.
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"A starship is a bit beyond what can be slapped together with tech from this decade." he says. "But Lucky's chipped in quite a bit with the lab. Probably wouldn't have finished as quickly without the extra hand."
Which was... half-true. Lucky was very skilled, prodigiously by Nueva York standards. Miguel was happy to give him tasks whenever he wandered in, but he was still just a kid. So, the kid had plenty of free time to do whatever before Miguel would start to look for him to make sure he had eaten and hadn't gotten into too much trouble.
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"Yeah? You driven the sleigh yet?" He wags his eyebrows, catching that Miguel's trying to keep Lucky involved. "Or even gotten a chance to ride in it? It's a blast."
Dan loves the sleigh. It drives Bunny crazy. And it's the closest Dan's ever come to flying, as someone who's never ridden in a plane or chopper or anything of that nature.