MCA #4, Monday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

After a night spent running around getting shot at (as per usual), Atton had managed to grab like two hours of naptime before jumping back on a portal back here. It had dropped him off in the afternoon, which left him enough time to get another quick hour's worth of sleep and then change into some Earth-appropriate clothes (Metallica t-shirt, jeans. The fingerless gloves were never going anywhere now that he had them back, though). Because it felt weird to be hanging around a bunch of Earth teenagers in a Jedi tunic.

Oh, and order some pizza. Based on Karina's elaborate instructions. (Barbeque chicken with mushrooms and green pepper? Pepperoni with extra pepperoni? ... Okay, he couldn't fault the meaty one. Still. That girl was terrifying.) He had some soda in the fridge (Pepsi, not that he knew. It had been on sale) and a six pack for Sparkle. And he had a really terrible yet amazing holovid about a Togruta Jedi padawan and his Togruta detective girlfriend, set against the backdrop of the Great Sith War. (Whoever had written the damn holo clearly knew nothing about the era barring Exar Kun's and Nomi Sunrider's names, but eh.)

It had explosions. And melodrama. Sparks and Karina were teenagers, they'd appreciate at least one of the two.

Thusly prepared, he flopped back on the sofa. Okay. Maybe he could still fit in another five minute power-nap...?

[[ for two, and epic, epic SP. ]]

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"No one believes that," Karina said, reaching over to pet Velcro briefly before wandering into Atton's place with the air of someone half-expecting a terrible house-keeping disaster to greet her.

"You're just deluding yourself. Poorly."

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"I mean, maybe it wasn't Atton who did it," Sparkle mused. "There were green pepper bits on there, and he's like fundamentally opposed to the colour green. But I dunno who else has an arm that good who would want me to have pizza that badly."

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Atton's place was not a terrible house-keeping disaster. But it was mostly not a terrible house-keeping disaster by virtue of Atton not owning much: the living room had a sofa, and a holovid set-up he'd rigged up himself, and a slight indentation in the floor in the back where he'd once spent an unhappy week.

He'd mostly cleared the weapons he'd brought in last week out of the living room, at least. ... Into his bedroom, the door to which was now closed. (And the kitchen, well. Nobody really came there except Sparkle.) So the likelihood of them tripping over a spare blaster carbine was... smaller than it had been a few days ago?

"Squirrels," he said firmly. "Or some kind of concerned citizen making food delivery. I don't know, I was busy."

Throwing pizzas.

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The apartment was kinda barren in her eyes, but that was better than a mess, so Karina let it go without comment.

"Excuses," she said dismissively, now inspecting the pizzas. "You got the right ones!"

Congratulations, Atton. You could follow basic instructions!

Okay, so maybe her order had been rather particular, but he'd said she could pick. It was all his fault.

[myownface]

"Oh my god," Sparkle said approvingly. "That one has green on it."

Which was awesome!

... He was going to reach for the pepperoni one anyway. For now. Look at all that pepperoni! Look at it!

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, now. Karina had extorted the pizza out of him. It was in no way his fault.

"Will you two just sit your asses down instead of making veiled digs at everything?" Atton said, getting back up, himself. "I'm getting the drinks."

He gave a vague nod in Karina's direction. "Beer or soda?"

Pffft, drinking ages.

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Well, Karina was just going to help herself to the non-pepperoni one.

"Soda, please," she said, giving Atton a rather disapproving glance before shaking her head. Look, she cared about drinking ages.

But, yeah, okay. She supposed after the last week that Sparkle could have a beer if he wanted, so she wasn't going to actually say anything about it.

Instead, she wandered over to the couch with her pizza and stole the spot where Atton had been sitting. Yes.

[myownface]

"Oh god, there's beer?"

Yeah, Sparkle wasn't even going to pretend the beer wasn't there with him in mind. Atton didn't much care for the stuff, and Karina was, like, Pepsi-obsessed or something.

"I don't even care if it's that cruddy American kind. Throw one of those my way?"

[suitably_heroic]

Karina should be glad she didn't know the entire list of things Atton was perfectly okay with. Minor issues like 'ducking the drinking age' and 'Sparkle's shoplifting' were at the very bottom of that list.

"Because I am a giving person who doesn't deserve to be mocked over some trumped-up pizza situation," Atton called as he wandered into the kitchen, "I actually got you Canadian beer. You're welcome."

He snagged a bottle of it, and a large bottle of Pepsi along with two glasses.

Then he walked back on out and let out a low-key, "Catch," as he tossed the bottle in Sparkle's general direction.

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So much silent judging was going on, guys. So much.

The list of things Karina wasn't okay with was, well, probably much longer than the list of things Atton and Sparkle weren't okay with by... quite a bit.

... Why was she even friends with them?

"Don't miss," she said, watching to see where the beer was flying. If it hit her, she'd hit back.

[myownface]

Sparkle was going to catch that beer, dammit. He was going to catch it and he was going to cuddle the goddamn bottle to his chest.

"Oh my god. Oh my god I take everything back and you're amazing," he declared. "I can probably let the pizza thing slide because of this."

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"I am amazing," Atton agreed, as he sank into the only spot left to him on the sofa. "I'm glad we're finally recognizing that. We should do that more often."

The two glasses went on the table. He was pouring them full of Pepsi a moment later. "But there was no pizza thing," he added. "There's pizza now, though, and the best of terrible wannabe historical soap opera that only Coruscanti holovids can provide."

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"Oh my god, that sounds amazing," she said, because hell yes, Karina liked that sort of trash tv. "And you have Pepsi! I might have to stop mocking you for a bit."

But just a bit!

[myownface]

"Atton's got good taste like at least some of the time," Sparkle noted. "Bet it isn't Canadian Pepsi too, though."

There was totally a difference!

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She side-eyed the both of them.

"What's wrong with American Pepsi?" she asked, feeling a bit defensive about it.

Which was really, really stupid.

[myownface]

"High-fructose corn syrup," Sparkle replied, a little loftily. "It makes everything taste like flat syrup. Canada actually uses sugar."

Thus making it the superior Pepsi.

[suitably_heroic]

"He keeps going on about that and I have no idea why," Atton shared, taking a sip of his soda as he activated the holovid. "Sugar, high-fructose corn syrup, who cares?"

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"I don't," Karina said, making a face at Sparkle. "What a silly thing to feel superior about."

So she was... going to feel superior about not feeling superior about that... yes...

[myownface]

"You only say that because you don't know any different," Sparkle replied, shaking his head sadly. "America uses cheaper ingredients in like everything. It's kiiiinda gross."

And then he was raising up his beer, grinning, and taking a swig. Because screw their gross syrup-pop. He had booze.

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Atton rolled his eyes. "Listen to the Canadian here," he said. "Your country freezes over like two thirds of every year, you have nothing to feel superior about."

But then again, he was Terran, so he really didn't have anything at all to feel superior about!

The holo opened with an opening crawl, of course, going on at length about how Exar Kun was seduced to the Dark Side and threw the galaxy into darkness and chaos, yadda yadda yadda.

"Hey, I only count five historical inaccuracies in that one alone."

Nobody cared, Atton.

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"Artistic license," Karina said helpfully. "It makes for a good story, even if it's wrong."

[myownface]

"Only if we're assuming that this is in any way going to be a good story," Sparkle pointed out, smirking. "I didn't come all the way out here for quality storytelling."

Right. Because it was a super long trek to here from anywhere else on this tiny little island.

[suitably_heroic]

"Oh, trust me, this is the worst of dweepy historical fiction I could find," Atton assured them. "It's got all the hallmarks. Bad history! A detective who can somehow afford a place on the upper levels of Coruscant! Jedi having affairs! Shitty lightsaber effects!"

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She rolled her eyes at the both of them.

"It sounds entertaining," Karina pointed out. "Which, given that that's the whole point of this, makes it good."

God, why was that so hard to understand?

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but at least one of these characters is allegedly doing the same job I do, so I'm allowed to criticize," Atton argued. "I mean, I've only seen the first half of this, but we're lucky they don't sell lightsabers out on the street, because if kids started trying the 'Ataru' form they're selling in this, we'd be seeing people losing limbs left and right."

... He was kind of a lightsaber form nerd, shush.

"Oh, and Ulic Qel-Droma inexplicably has an Outer Rim accent, even though he's from karking Alderaan." Not that anyone in this room would notice. "...At least the actress playing Nomi Sunrider is hot, though." Beat. "Though that might be wasted on present company."

Truly, the creative accomplishment of an era.