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Dantooine, Saturday

The problem with portaling to Dantooine was that the portal dumped you out at the spaceport and then you had to fly a speeder through the grasslands just to get to the Enclave. It was a pain in the ass, and one of a few reasons why Atton couldn't actually argue with Mical's 'move off of Dantooine' plans too much.

He was still going to argue, though. Just because. (Added to that: Coruscant was like the pretentious guy's Nar Shaddaa, and what kind of person lives in a Temple, anyway?)

He was used to it now, though, which is why the moment he stepped out of the portal he was making a beeline for the guy who rented out the speeders, passing by a bunch of droids and a Rodian on the way there. "Just get me something fast, all right? A two-seater."

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Sparkle took a moment to look back and forth between Atton and the scene set out before them.

"... How the hell do you break a waterfall?"

That one took a special sort of talent, Mical.

"By trying to put one in where it doesn't belong without actually bothering to get the plumbing right," Atton said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Ugh. If we weren't moving out of here, this'd be at least a day with a hydrospanner. Fantastic."

Sparkle was going to just saunter right up to that waterfall for a better look.

"God, I've taken pisses with a better stream than this," he shared. Overshared. Informed the room at large, because Sparkle. "Is he grounded from playing with the plumbing? He should probably be grounded from playing with the plumbing. If the water pressure is this shitty here, what is it taking away from?"

It was kind of starting to look like maybe the enclave's biggest problem with the infrastructure was ineptitude.

Mical was frighteningly ept at the work he was actually interested in - research, spying, that sort of thing. But infrastructure? Bao-Dur had been their tech guy. Atton was reasonably good with a hydrospanner, but...

"Hopefully not the refreshers," Atton muttered, stepping past the giant tree thing in the center so he could head into the nice, safe, sort of warm-ish parts of the Enclave. "It took me two days to get those running."

"Okay, so why is he playing with the plumbing? Like. Doesn't he have shit he's good at to do?" Sparkle stared at the wet fart that was the waterfall for a moment more, and then shook his head and followed along after Atton. "And to set up a waterfall, of all things. Eesh."

"Probably tried to make the place look more Jedi-y," Atton said, shrugging. "Babbling brooks and swaying trees and all that p--"

"The refreshers are fine, just don't try to cook anything that isn't take-out right now."

A redhead was leaning against the wall a couple of feet away.

"Mira!"

"Mira?" Sparkle blinked at the redhead who had spoken, and then tilted his head a little and nodded. "Hey."

He hadn't really known Mira, during her stint on the island. But the face seemed familiar, and Atton seemed to know her, so a nod and a hey was what she was going to get.

"You can actually get take-out out here? That's impressive."

"Don't expect anything more sophisticated than nerf steak, but hey, it's good eats as far as I'm concerned," Mira said. "And stop staring at me, Atton, it's creepy."

Atton rubbed his forehead. "What are you doing here?"

"Just finished my mission," Mira said, shrugging. "Everyone seems to be piling on back all at once. It's almost like Mical planned it that way."

Atton pulled a face. "Yeah, a family reunion was just what I was hoping for."

He'd been hoping for an empty Enclave.

"Like a big ol' party," Sparkle mused, smirking a little sideways. "He's a manipulative shit when he can get away with it, isn't he?"

Seriously, Sparkle was starting to see why Atton didn't care much for the guy.

"Mical? Nah, he's all sweetness and light," Mira said easily, "If you don't mind taking your sweetness with a little 'spying on you for the Republic'."

"And being an idiot," Atton muttered.

"No, that would be your niche," Mira replied. "Anyway, I'm going to put together a couple more stun grenades. I'm sure I'll find you moping around here sometime."

"I'll try to keep his moping to a minimum," Sparkle offered, smirking. "We'll see if we can upgrade it to at least skulking, this weekend."

Sparkle was all heart!

"Oh, thanks for nothing, you bantha-licked nerf herder," Atton muttered, but Mira had already pulled away from the wall and started walking. "Ugh."

"If you didn't like it, I wouldn't be here right now," Sparkle shared brightly, giving Atton a grin and swaying a bit to try to bump shoulders with him. "Anyway, last I checked we weren't here to mope, right? So it's not even going to be an issue."

Atton rolled his eyes, but at least obliged in shoulder-bumping. So Sparkle hadn't been quite disavowed as a friend forever yet.

The weekend was long, though.

"I'm just hoping nobody else decides to swing by and say hi," he said. "Mical's bad enough, but Brianna?"

"Well, we can probably avoid them for the most part, right? Like, what are they going to do? Put us to work?"

The horror.

Atton muttered something under his breath that he wasn't going to share, thanks.

"C'mon," he said instead. "Dormitories are this way. They have running water and central heating. Luxurious living."

"No unnecessary waterfalls? I'll take 'em," Sparkle announced, smirking faintly. Hey, if Atton wasn't going to share with the class, Sparkle was going to just assume that whatever he had muttered was just very uncharitable. It seemed like a fair assessment. "Is there anything we should be doing while we're here?"

Sparkle was no good at plumbing, but he could probably fake a decent meal if he was let loose in a kitchen. Mystery meats were just a challenge waiting to be beaten into submission.

"I figured we can order in some of that nerf steak Mira was talking about," Atton said, as he guided Sparkle through the halls of the Enclave - some in ruins, some in remarkable good shape.

The dormitories area was one of the latter.

"The rest, eh, we'll avoid the others until Mical tracks me down, which'll be fun."

Atton wasn't above hiding behind a belligerent 18-year-old, all right?

And hey, Sparkle could be good and belligerent when he wanted to be!

"Fair enough," Sparkle decided. "I want to see what the big deal is about this nerf steak that everyone keeps talking about, anyway."

"Ugh."

That... wasn't Atton; it was a female voice, belonging to an incredibly white female person who passed by at the end of the hallway. Funnily enough, she didn't actually stop to chat.

"Schutta," Atton called after her, because ugh to you too, lady.

He shook his head. "This is you," he said, tapping one door.

Well, at least she wasn't a terribly social sort? Sparkle eyed her as she walked away, and then shrugged it off and looked at the door.

"Here? Cool. So I can, like, just toss my bag here and call it good for a bit?"

It wasn't exactly likely to wander away on them, at least. Unless somebody around here really wanted Pop Tarts.

Pop Tarts? Who'd want those?

... Okay, Atton might've crammed a whole stash of Pop Tarts in his closet in the room next door.

"Pretty much," he said. "Closet over there, bed over there, refresher's down the hall... I think that's about it. Jedi lived sparse."

"So did I," Sparkle pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. "Shitty indoor plumbing is still indoor plumbing. I can handle it."

He wandered into the room, took a look around, gave a satisfied little nod, and then deposited his bag on the bed. It would be fine there, sure. And if for whatever reason it wasn't, it wasn't like anyone would find anything terribly exciting in there anyhow.

Maybe a baggie of weed. Oh no. Not that.

Hey, he was putting it down in the middle of an Enclave everyone knew was full of Jedi. Barring a Sith attack, nobody would even dare to get near the place.

"Hey, I lived out of a container on Nar Shaddaa for a while," Atton said, "But I'm not exactly complaining about living in my cushy apartment instead of around here."

"Your apartment kicks ass," Sparkle replied, nodding and heading back over to where Atton was standing. "I mean, it's got your stuff, you don't have to worry about Mical pestering you all the time. The biggest pain in your ass is me, and you still keep me around, so it can't be that bad. Plus there's a bar within walking distance, and you get more variety with your take-out orders."

Really, it was hard to lose with a setup like that, right?

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