Honey I shrunk the pups plot

[childofrebellion]

Using the K'Nex pieces and a shelf that's built in near one of the booths, Cassian's set up a place where he can keep an eye on Cisco working and everyone else in Bar. From Bar he was able to get a thermos of caf and a basket of food that's his size, he's munching on a sandwich and watching.

He hates being small, it makes him feel more breakable than usual and its harder to get to safety. At least his datapad is still working and he's been reading up on Thrawn's record, with him as a patron, Milliways requires more caution.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Open all weekend.

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[firstorderknight]

Kylo enters the bar with a small box, which he places on a table in a booth. A booth with a shelf built in near by.

Oh.

He squints.

"Is this the Rebellion's idea of a new spying technique?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian stands up, he hates this and can't do anything to not be at a large disadvantage,

"If you'll look around, you'll see that many patrons' sizes have been altered."

[firstorderknight]

He does look around and does indeed notice all sorts of patrons in miniature. But this is still too good to pass up.

"You've shrunken all these people?"

[childofrebellion]

"No, there was a mishap with some technology. I believe the waitrats broke a shrink ray,"

He gives the man in black a skeptical eyebrow, but of course, clearly he must be at fault.

[firstorderknight]

Of course he must! It amuses Kylo, not that he's letting it show.

"That's why the Resistance or Rebellion shouldn't be in charge. Shrinking rays, now?"

[childofrebellion]

That's an interesting detail, that there's a Resistance in this man's timeline, "We're not in charge of Milliways."

[firstorderknight]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Thank the Force."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian sips his caf as he's not even going to respond to that.

[firstorderknight]

Kylo smirks internally and proceeds to sit and open the box, taking out various brushes and bottles of what look like ink.

[childofrebellion]

He moves to get a better look at what's coming out of the box, he hasn't seen ink used that much in his life. A major drawback of being this size is he feels obvious in all of his movements.

Though he does know of it from being here and having to research those with power and money in the Empire.

[firstorderknight]

He's only obvious because Kylo is still keeping track of him peripherally. Otherwise he'd be too engrossed in what he's doing. Which now is taking out a few sheets of parchment, some with various designs on them.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian can't figure out what the designs are and he's not going to take out his binoculars to figure out. Perhaps he'll get a better sense as he see what's done with the paper and ink.

[firstorderknight]

A brush and bottle are chosen. Once the bristles are inked, he begins to draw along the parchment, arched curves and straight lines, much like the designs already visible.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion's been around the bar for a few days without going home, which means they still have the coat of shiny red and gold paint Bar gave them to commemorate the Lunar New Year. They've mostly been out by the lake, and today they've made sure Ganymede has eaten his fill of bugs and seeds before going into the bar; the human patrons' various miniaturized heights aren't small enough to be in danger, but he eats things the size of the shrunken waitrats regularly.

As they're passing through, they notice a familiar tiny figure up on a shelf and stop to get a closer look. That's Cassian, all right. They wave to their tiny friend.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian sees E54, who looks like they've been put in costume and returns the wave, while eying the bird friend, "What are you repainted for?"

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion shrugs, unevenly; they raise both shoulders but only one hand. They're not really sure what caused this, beyond Milliways being capriciously magical; they don't know Earth's spring holidays and their associated aesthetics well enough to make the connection. "Bwee-zeeoop." // It happened when I came into the bar a few days ago.

Ganymede gives Cassian a curious look, but the tiny human doesn't hold the songbird's focus for unduly long; he's too large to eat, clearly not a bird himself, and doesn't have any big, shiny accessories.

[childofrebellion]

"You look nice. I'm glad that you didn't get trapped by this mess," He gestures to his small size and he's relieved to see the bird not focus on him.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion nods in agreement. Being a few inches tall looks very inconvenient, more so before all these bridges and ladders made of colorful interlocking plastic pieces were set out around the bar. They glance at Ganymede, wondering if he would let them ride around on his back if they'd been shrunk and he stayed full-size.

[childofrebellion]

"I do know the person working to fix it. I think he'll be able to figure it out," Cisco knows what he's doing.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion looks over at the nearby-ish roped-off corner of the bar, where an unfamiliar human and a waitrat - both full-size and both wearing safety goggles - are tinkering with what looks like a jury-rigged mounted energy weapon, surrounded by electronic odds and ends. That must be the shrink ray. The dropcloth on the wall facing the business end of the ray is splattered with fluids and bits of meat, and scorched in places. In between the wall and the ray is a roast chicken atop a stool, which has a single massively oversized drumstick.

"Vrrr-vwoo bwip," they say, in a neutral tone. // He could be doing a lot worse.

[childofrebellion]

"Its apparently an older technology than his time which is causing problems."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

"Zwee?" Bastion beeps queryingly, tilting their head. // Does his world have better shrink ray technology?

[childofrebellion]

"The technology's from a time known as the eighties."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion is from 2077, so they take another look at the human working on the shrink ray, trying to figure out if he's from the future. It doesn't really help, because T-shirts and jeans have been commonplace casual clothing on Earth for over a hundred years and the era-specific details are lost on them. The machine isn't likely to be from any familiar version of Earth's 1880s, at least.

[childofrebellion]

"He had to get a computer that he had when he was younger to work with it."