Atton's Coruscant, Saturday
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suitably_heroicBright 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 ]]
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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Date: 2015-05-25 10:25 am (UTC)Way to go, Future Atton, screwing up someone's perfectly fine free coffee.
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:30 am (UTC)That was probably meant to be reassuring.
"I mean, I'm still an idiot, and you're still a dick, but at least we're not butting heads about it or anything."
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:33 am (UTC)Something something Mical dark side something.
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:35 am (UTC)Stuffy seemed like a good start, anyway. See, Sparkle was helping!
"Another reason for me to never go to prison, I guess. I need to stick around here to save you from yourself, holy shit."
And all of that... being well-adjusted or whatever that was?
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:39 am (UTC)"Okay, I am never going to be stuffy," Atton felt the need to point out. "I just have to put that out there. But if I ever seem like I'm going full Jedi, make me go to a bar or something."
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:42 am (UTC)Sparkle...
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:44 am (UTC)Who let these two make their own decisions?
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Date: 2015-05-25 10:58 am (UTC)Clearly, these two and their decisions needed an intervention or something.
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Date: 2015-05-25 11:03 am (UTC)"Hey, I'm just saying," Atton said easily. "Anyway, sounds like we've got a plan here, fraught weekend issues over."
They did not really have a plan here.
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Date: 2015-05-25 11:06 am (UTC)They were pretty much the worst at plans, actually.
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Date: 2015-05-25 11:12 am (UTC)"And we're going to be planetside in another hour or so," he added. "I'll buy you a juma to celebrate the occasion."
And then he was dragging Sparkle to a swoop race, because that was a fantastic idea.