milliways_bar | May the Fourth Be With The All Skate

The bar shifts, or it changed when no one was looking, and now resembles a certain cantina popular with the villainy and scum, as well as more upstanding folks. The air is dryer than usual, and a taste of grit and sand just hangs in the air. It just makes you want some blue milk doesn't it?

Has your character changed? Perhaps...who can tell? The Landlord I suppose but they aren't talking.

[ooc: HI and Welcome to a Star Wars themed All Skate, the best way to celebrate May the Fourth! Party style post. You do not have to interact with any of my characters to play.
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Here's someone who's definitely too short to be a stormtrooper.

Walking across the countertop, sipping from a mug and making faces is the little yellow creature known as Pikachu.

"Ew, no, what is this? Caf? I said coffee, a latte, to be specific. And what's with all the dirt and shady scenery? It's like we're in an old detective movie."

That thought sparks excitement and Pikachu turns to the nearest person, who happens to be Cassian, and exclaims, "OH! Are we? Is this film noir? I've got the hat for it."

"What's film noir?" He's never seen whatever this species is before.

Pikachu's ears prick when Cassian responds, and Pikachu smiles.

"Old movies, usually black and white. Always a dame in trouble, and always a double-cross or two," he answers happily

The novelty of humans actually understanding him still hasn't worn off.

"No, this is just Milliways looking like a cantina on a desert planet like Tattooine."

And he's never seen a holovid in black and white.

Pikachu listens to Cassian and then he laughs, completely amused.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." But he's tickled by that fact!

"I'm going to believe you though, because your explanation is better than mine." Even if Pikachu doesn't understand it.

Cassian laughs, he does appreciate the honesty, "It means Milliways looks like its from my galaxy. What species are you?"

"Oh! Well it's nice ...ish," Pikachu says, taking another look around the new decor of the place, still so much dust, then looking back at Cassian.

"Does your galaxy not have baristas?" Because this caf stuff is so subpar.

To the question he smiles, laying a tiny paw on his chest.

"I'm a Pikachu, a mouse Pokemon. You can call me Pikachu. Or detective, if you like."

Nobody ever likes, but maybe someday the title will catch on.

"This is based off one of the grittier parts of the galaxy. Baristas, not usually in cantinas. I'm Cassian, nice to meet you, Pikachu. Do you detect other Pokemon?"

Maybe they have a planet.

"Huh? No, detective as in solves crimes and mysteries," Pikachu says, shaking his head. "My partner is a cop with the Ryme City Police Department. Or, was. Is. Is, was, will be when I find him."

It's a little complicated.

"How did he disappear?"

"We were in a car accident," Pikachu replies, ears drooping. "The police report says he died, but I know he's alive somewhere."

For such a tiny package Pikachu manages to convey an awful lot of conviction in that last statement.

Cassian has a lot of respect for that kind of conviction, "Then you'll find him."

Pikachu smiles, very glad Cassian doesn't try to convince him that Harry is gone.

Pikachu gives an affirmative nod and says, "You betcha."

"What clues do you have?" He understands working on something that can feel hopeless.

"Well, I'm still alive," Pikachu says, patting himself on the chest, "And they haven't found a body so he's definitely alive. The trouble is I... maybe don't so much remember what happened."

Which is less than helpful.

"But Harry's kid, he's mostly sort of reluctantly agreed to help me, so I think we can crack this case."

"Did anyone else see the accident?" In his galaxy, there are always security cams around.

"I don't think so. It was kind of a dead of night, lonely stretch of road type event," Pikachu replies.

Of course, those circumstances beg the question of what they were even doing out there, but Pikachu is still working the clues and hasn't uncovered that answer yet.

"I'm guessing we were working a case, but I'm still unwinding the evidence and timelines."

"I see. That does make it harder," Hopefully Pikachut has good allies.

"A bit, but I know I'm going to solve this case, I can feel it in my jellies, y'know?"

"I think so," Not the phrasing but the idea.

"Yeah, you get me," Pikachu says with approval, pointing at Cassian.

"And what about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a pilot in space. I live in a place called the Galactic Empire."

"Ooo, sounds fancy," Pikachu notes. "Or ancient. Or ancient fancy. We don't have 'Empires' anymore. I don't think. I gotta admit, I'm not very worldly traveled."

And if he was, he probably wouldn't remember it right now anyways.

Cassian takes a drink as he wouldn't think of either of those words for the Empire,

"They're rich and powerful the Empire's only been around about fifteen years."

"Ohhhhh, so the bad guys. Got it," Pikachu says, giving a small thumbs-up.

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