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milliways_bar2017-08-07 05:40 pm
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EP - tiny!Emcee
The door works in the strangest of ways.
So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.
Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.
Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?
But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.
Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.
This must be a dream.
So when a certain someone is holed up in his room, his younger self, his much, much younger self, enters the bar.
Small and pale and undernourished, the elfin ten-year-old boy (who could be mistaken for even younger than that) is dressed in secondhand school clothes from a distant era: knickerbockers and knee socks, a cardigan and cloth cap. He stares at his surroundings with large brown doe eyes.
Has he been here before? Perhaps in a dream? Why does it feel so familiar, when the door shouldn't have led here at all?
But this is a pub, and the little boy knows pubs. He goes up to the counter, peeking over it on tiptoes, to look for the barman. But there is none. How odd.
Even odder is the glass of milk and the plate of cookies that suddenly appear out of thin air.
This must be a dream.
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"My name is Hansel."
He even smiles a little, his cheeks dimpling (in a very distinct way), because it's a brand new name he's been given.
"It's very nice to meet you, Herr Cassian."
And he takes a bite out of a cookie, tempering himself to not cram the whole thing in his mouth.
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The dimples make him blink as they are familiar, "Its good to meet you, Hansel. This is Milliways and the counter is named Bar, she's alive and you can ask her for what you want."
He doesn't think comparing her to a droid would help in this case.
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A napkin appears, with a drawing of a winking smiley face.
"--Oh."
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One where there's more hope and happy endings are possible.
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"Yes, I think so," he says, as if tasting the cold milk has affirmed this.
Turning to Cassian, he asks, "Do you know this place very well?"
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Milliways keeps creating new complications but he can answer questions. He remembers being that age and wanting to ask but doing more listening.
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He eyes Cassian up and down. "You aren't from Berlin."
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He taps his rank on his jacket, its the simplest explanation and the truth and he feels certain this is Emcee somehow. And it matters to be honest as he can with him as their worlds are too alike, seeing him young is reinforcing that.
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"You fly an aeroplane?" he asks, somewhat awed, because airplanes are still quite new in his time.
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On his datapad he finds an image of a U-wing and projects it, making the wings move to show how it can adjust.
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"How did you do that?" he gasps with obvious delight, reaching out to try to touch the projection but then drawing back. "I've never seen anything like that before."
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Cassian moves the datapad over to Hansel and moves his hand through it, slightly disrupting the image but not breaking it.
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"Do you have more pictures-- holo-- what was the word?"
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"Holoprojection and I do,"
He looks on the pad to try and find something interesting to a boy. Finally he finds an image of an X-wing.
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"Where is the propeller?" he then asks, curiously 'touching' the nose of the ship. "How does it fly without one?"
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"Why does it have weapons?"
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Cassian adjusts the angle and shows how there are sort of propellers deep within the engines.
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The image is so detailed from all sides, it's like looking at a model.
"Are you fighting in the war?"
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Cassian rubs the back of his neck, he remembers fighting when he was as young as Hansel, throwing rocks, winning his way closer to Imps by looking small and sad.
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He doesn't like fighting.
"Do you have pict-- holoprojections of animals?"
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"Yes, I think I do."
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"What is that?" he asks with a laugh.
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