suitably_heroic | Atton's Coruscant, Saturday

Bright side: Atton had actually managed to get off the planet, and had subsequently even managed to catch a nap on the ship, which made him feel a lot better. Bad side: spending several hours tooling above an evil Sith artifact had not been good for him, and now he was trying desperately to remember the name of the blond guy he hated so much. It was something with an N, right?

It'd come back to him. Some things already had. The emptiness in his gut was shrinking again; it was just a matter of time and exposure now.

It was just a pain in the ass.

Anyway, Blond Guy With An N looked livid when he set the Hawk down by the Temple, but Atton had said he had an important meeting coming up (which he did) and he didn't have the time (which he didn't). At which point Blond Guy With An N had decided to invite himself along on the jaunt to go pick up, uh, what was it again? Glitter?

Damn it.

"You should not be doing this," Blond Guy told him again. "In fact, you should not have gone in the first place, but right now we should give you medical attention, perhaps some scans..."

"I'll be fine," Atton said, rolling his eyes as he pushed open the door to the Portalocity station. "It's temporary memory loss. It comes back, I know that, it's come back before. Just got to, you know--" He pulled a face, then snapped his fingers as Blond Guy let the door shut behind him. "--what's the phrase? Work itself out? No."

Blond Guy, Blond Guy, B-- Mical? Mical. Mical was right. Mical sighed. "I don't even know if you are dodging my questions or you genuinely don't remember," he said. "If there is a threat out there--"

"No threat," Atton said. "Well, there is a threat, not just from this planet. I don't know if the Sith seeded badness there just to get me killed, or they shot me down above the planet because they knew it would make things worse and I'd, you know, get my ass killed, but where I went, there's nothing left with two brain cells to rub together."

Mical rubbed at his forehead. "Can we again touch upon how utterly stupid this was and how you should be in medbay?"

"I can't spend every Saturday in medbay."

"No, but you are doing your utmost best."

And so it was an arguing set of Lost Jedi who waited in the Portalocity lounge, attracting some small amount of attention.

[[ for sparkle ]]

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myownface

"It's like he hasn't figured out what stubbornness and spite are, yet. Or how they apply to you."

A pause, and then he was moving to give Atton a light thump to the shoulder.

"Seriously, though, no more empty-feeling memory-eating Sith planets, asshole."

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suitably_heroic

"I had a good reason for that one!" Atton protested. "It's gonna come back to me soon, too."

He shook his head. "But hey, what's up with you? Less Sith, I take it."

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myownface

Sparkle snorted. Suuuure it was, Atton. Sure it was.

"Like that's hard to manage," he pointed out. "If there were any Sith around and you weren't there to save my ass, I'd be dead meat."

Clearly.

"Toronto's not too bad right now, I guess. We have a new girl at the home. Raine? She's okay. Like... Doesn't really want people to talk to her right now, but that's nothing new, I don't think. I think it's a case of 'lost a parent and the other one is useless,' or something like that. Sucks to be her."

Kind of sucked to be any of them, admittedly.

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suitably_heroic

Yeah, Atton had gotten the impression no one showed up to one of those homes without a sad backstory of some kind. He had trouble crying about it, metaphorically or otherwise, but he was just going to nod anyway.

"Could be worse, I guess," he said, "But still not a whole freighterload of fun. You getting along, at least?"

Wasn't there something about last weekend they either needed to talk about or needed to avoid talking about? He was starting to get that feeling.

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myownface

That one could probably wait until Atton at least managed to remember Sparkle's name.

"Yeah, I think so. Like, she takes off to visit one of the old ladies that lives on the street from time to time, but she's usually pretty okay about sitting down and just talking. Not like some of the kids, who'll try to throw down with you just because they're bored or they don't like what you wore that day or their ass is itchy and it puts them in a mood."

Nah, Raine seemed more like the other kind. The kid from a family that had started okay and then kind of went to hell the moment things started getting rocky.

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suitably_heroic

You had to wonder what that felt like.

"Hey, congratulations, then," Atton said easily. "You made a friend. Or at least someone you're not in mutual being-an-ass-to... ness."

Thing. Whatever.

...It wasn't Glitter, the kid's name. But something related.

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myownface

And if Atton called him 'Glitter' or 'Twinkle' or something, Sparkle reserved the right to try to slug him again.

"Yeah, it's not a bad place to be, that way," he decided. "And Lewis seems happy. The house is nice, the street is... still too fucking fancy, but that's just something to get used to, I suppose."

Just... not too used to it.

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suitably_heroic

Hey, hey. Atton knew well enough that the best way to play this was to wait until the other party worked his name into conversation somehow.

"Lewis is the guy, right?" he checked.

You know. The guy.

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myownface

Ha, as if Sparkle was going to make it that easy for him. He was avoiding it on purpose, at this point, because it was starting to dawn on him that there was a chance that Atton might have forgotten.

Sparkle was a brat. That wasn't even in question.

"Lewis is the guy," he confirmed. "The one who owns the house. The one taking in all the fucked-up teens in the first place."

And there was something about him from last weekend that was trying to chew on the back of Sparkle's brain, but he couldn't quite remember. So he shrugged, and decided to just let it go, instead. It would drive him crazy, otherwise.

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suitably_heroic

Atton eyeballed Coruscant's morning sky as he walked, slotting that detail back into place. (There was another reason behind the phrase the guy attached, there, but he could basically deduce what his brain meant by that and it was not something he was going to seek clarification on. Because awkward.)

"Right," he said. "Ugh, this is a pain in the ass. Anyway, so all's good, right? No big catastrophes I missed or anything?"

Atton, you were the one who lied about that stuff for no real reason.

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myownface

Sparkle was squinting a little.

"Nah, man. I think you've got the market cornered on the catastrophe thing already anyway."

For the record, Atton. In case you weren't sure.

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suitably_heroic

"I don't get into that many," Atton retorted.

Though that was possibly because his definition of 'catastrophe' had kind of shifted since he first ran into a hot Jedi in her underwear on the Peragus Mining Facility.

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myownface

"Maybe you just can't remember them all," Sparkle offered. "Or your perception of reality is all sideways because of this Jedi stuff of yours. Most people would probably figure almost all of this stuff Mical bitches at you about is at least a little catastrophic."

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suitably_heroic

"That's just the job," Atton said, shaking his head. "You cook and act like an ass around your house, I occasionally get into situations Mical whines about, everybody's got their own thing going."

... Yeah, sure.

It was something bright and sparkly this kid was named after, right? He was pretty sure now.

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myownface

"Yuh-huh." Sparkle didn't sound completely convinced, there. "So how much time did you spend being patched up this time around?"

Because, let's be real, if Atton and Sith were involved, there was probably some sort of bodily harm involved.

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suitably_heroic

"I slept most of it off," Atton said, catching himself before he said anything like not that bad because I killed most of them before they could get too close. Barely. "Now, the T3 droid aboard the Hawk, that one really needs some patching up."

Beat.

"Have I ever shown you around the Hawk? I don't remember."

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myownface

"Not really," Sparkle replied, shrugging. "I know it's your baby, pretty much. And it's a good ship?"

Question mark?

"Or else you're just really, really biased. Like I know a good ship to see one."

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suitably_heroic

"It's better than, uh, what's his name's, that's all you need to know."

Because it was completely mature to have an ongoing dick-measuring contest over starships with Cade, obviously, so of course he remembered that part.

"I can show you around, at any rate. Probably a smart idea right now."

Mostly so he could avoid Mical showing up and making a fuss again.

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myownface

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious," Sparkle admitted, thoughtfully. "And don't worry. I won't tell Cade you forgot his name or insulted his ship."

Though it would be fun. Because Sparkle was a shit disturber.

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suitably_heroic

"You can tell Cade I insulted his ship all you like," Atton said, relieved to have a name, at least. "I've insulted it plenty to his face."

Atton didn't need any help getting shit disturbed. He did fine on his own.

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myownface

"Yeah, well, he probably had it coming," Sparkle decided, ambling along. "Bugging Cade about stupid shit is like the second best thing to making Mical miserable, anyway."

Maybe one of these days, they could all get together and make stupid life choices for a while again. For nostaliga's sake.

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suitably_heroic

They hit the giant square surrounding the Temple, and Atton took an easy turn in the general direction of the landing pads.

"And all he's doing right now is--" He squinted. "...Sitting around? Not making a whole lot of credits. Maybe we should brighten his days with our presence."

Beat.

"Sparkle?"

Damn it, without the question mark, he could've made that sound like it hadn't just slipped back into his head.

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myownface

Yeah, sorry Atton. Sparkle was just going to shake his head and make a snorting sound at you.

"I should tell you that you're completely wrong and my name is, like, Greg. Damn, man, you remembered Mical's name before mine."

Well, at least Atton had remembered to come get him in the first place, he supposed.

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suitably_heroic

"He kept yelling at me," Atton retorted, "Eventually, I had to remember his name just to shut him up."

And he'd totally forgot about Mical all together for a while, there, whereas he'd still faintly remembered Sparkle. Come on!

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myownface

Well, if Sparkle had known that, he would have been at least a little flattered. As it stood, he was sort of smirking, anyway.

"Well, it's good to know that you are remembering things," he allowed. "Next time you forget my name, am I going to have to yell, too?"

Because that would go over super well!