Welcome Committee

[sumarusfinest]

There's been so many fresh faces to the Nexus recently, and more than a few of them have been children. Questions about finding a way home, about trying to decide if they want to go home. People wondering what to do now...

There are a few tables set out this morning in the Plaza in front of a small cafe loaded with several caraffes of coffee, breakfast pastries from more than a few different worlds and cultures, and a large pan of eggs and sausage kept warm over a chafing dish. On either end of the table are disposable plates, cups, and cutlery as well as a few welcome pamphlets in a small container. Along the front of the tables is a hand made banner.

"Meet and Greet"

Manning the tables is Katsuya Suou, red apron on and a cup of coffee in hand. He looks far too cheerful for how early in the morning it is.

"Right then, is anyone hungry? Have any questions about the nexus?"


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Comments

[dadimrighthere]

"Of course you're not."

Why is Kylo even bothering with him? Well, lots of reasons, and certainly not least of which is the need to sass back to his father at every given opportunity, and this guy is definitely leaving himself open to a lot of that.

"Excuse you, you don't see me giving you fashion advice. If I wanted advice I'd take it from someone not wearing a shirt the color of piss stains and a vest."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

A Han of this age doesn't know he's going to be a father. Much less have a kid that's going to end up being like ... that. Is there still time for a vasectomy? There has to still be time for a vasectomy. He's not anybody's daddy yet.

"You know, you're right."

Han attempts to make an earnest face while he 'apologizes', but still there's a look of smugness in there all the same.

"You do need as much social camouflage as you can get. Head off to a dark room, kid. Maybe nobody will find you."

[dadimrighthere]

"I wish I could lose you."

Snort, and another long gulp of the coffee he's drinking. Black, he's not some kid anymore (though god it tastes like ass with nothing in it how does Mom do it?).

"Is this how you get your kicks? Heading somewhere you're not wanted and annoy the kryffing hell out of everyone within earshot?'

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Han takes a moment to really eye the kid. Really look at him. It's starting to bother him that he doesn't know who this young man is, although, he's getting kind of used to earthlings recognizing him because of that damn movie ... still. This doesn't feel like that.

It's more like that feeling when you're looking at a person you should know, but are drawing a blank anyway.

Han takes his boots off the table and finishes chewing the eggs that he's working on. He even sets the plate aside.

"Okay, what is it? You've seen the ... movie? You might think you know me, but you don't. I'm not that guy."

[dadimrighthere]

"What movie? What the hell are you talking about?"

This time it's the kid's turn to look confused. Though once he realizes he's showing an emotion other than vague annoyance he turns it into yet another maddenly familiar scowl. There's something in his face that is worryingly familiar, something in the slightly too long dark hair and the sarcastic drawl of his voice.

"Does it matter how I know you? I just said I wish I didn't."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

This conversation is giving him a headache. The earth clothes made him sure that he was one of those people who'd seen the movie and were uncomfortably familiar with him because of it, but apparently not.

"Well for someone who doesn't like me and wishes he didn't know me, you seem awfully willing to talk to me."

Han's patience for dealing with this kid is wearing awfully thin. If he doesn't start getting some answers or at least a little less attitude, he's just going to leave. He doesn't need to put up with some teen with a stick up his ass.

[dadimrighthere]

Want to see something entirely too familiar Han? Too bad because now the kid is pointing at him while he speaks up again. It's like he's a sullen version of himself, cribbing his style but not his fashion sense.

"You sat here, Solo. I was minding my own kryffing business before you showed up. I keep wondering what Mom ever saw in you, but to be honest I'm gonna chalk it up to temporary insanity. Just talking to you gives me a headache."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

That's unsettling. It's not that the kid has the stones to put that finger in his face as much as the pose. He ... looks like a scrawny version of him.

"Mom?"

Han blinks. It's not the first time that someone has claimed relation to him before and he is starting to see that resemblance. A brother he never knew about? Maybe he's a Sal-Solo? Han and Thrackan did look a lot alike when they'd meet. But that's not what he's implying ...

He's implying that he shacked up with the kids mother.

"Listen to yourself for a minute, that doesn't make any sense. You're what? Seventeen? Now I got started pretty early, but I wasn't knocking broads up when I was ten."

And then, Han swats the finger away.

"Don't do that again. That's your one warning."

[dadimrighthere]

"Do yourself a favor and invest in anti-aging cream while you've still got some of those looks you cherish so much. You're gonna need it. Trust me."

With an eyeroll so well practiced it could be felt from space Kylo takes a sip of his coffee and grabs for his plate.

"Don't tell me what to do."

Is the only counter he offers for Han's warning.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Hot staggering hell, this kid is annoying. No way his son would be like this. This is clearly the nexus having it's fun with him - the way people get young all of a sudden or swap genders. Spontaneous snotty kid. It wouldn't even be the weirdest of the things that happen 'round here.

This alleged progeny of his has gotten under his skin, though. Han has never been the type that handled 'the unexplained' very well.

After aiming a stare that seems equally confused as annoyed, he slinks back into his chair and begins nursing his cup of caf.