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[ALL SKATE] Caribbean Outlet Funteims Wow!

It might be 72/22 degrees when you exit through the Lake Door towards Lake Hogwarts, but once you go out and to the right, towards where the highland scrub turns into powder-white sand, the temperature jumps a good 13/7 degrees.

Welcome to the Caribbean Outlet.
A section of the Lake that makes about as much sense as anywhere else does.
There are palm trees.
There are cabanas.
There are hammocks.
And there might even be a Tiki Bar festooned with bikini tops and bottoms.
...
Or not.
Ask Mike no questions, and you'll get no answers...no that's not true, he'll probably give you answers to questions you never even dreamed of asking, likely because you value your sanity.

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In concession to down-time, Fives has left his armour inside and is out in his all-black Republic branded undersuit. It's not as hot as it looks - designed to keep the soldier cool even under the armour, it's not far off from a rashguard.

But he's still don't sure how down-time works, so he's kind of... just standing awkwardly.

Cassian's also not good at downtime, he tends to do different work but he does enjoy warm weather. That's why he's down to his shirt with the sleeves rolled up with a drink and looking for a place to sit when he sees Fives, that undersuit looks familiar.

He walks over and goes for friendly and neutral, "Looking for something?"

How this conversation will really go is entirely dependent on whether Cassian recognises the logo on Fives' chest as the Old Republic, mistakes it for Empire, or doesn't clock it at all.

Fives, meanwhile, gives him a perfectly friendly and genuine smile. "Just... figuring out where to start. I might go swimming, but I haven't been swimming since training."

And how does one 'swim' without 'underwater survelliance and assault?'

One reason that Cassian's come over is to get a closer look at the logo, he wants to know if he needs to be watching out for a stormtrooper in Milliways, "I'm a pilot, swimming doesn't come up much. Where did you train?"

Such a weird question. One he's not used to having to answer. But Fives is adaptable; he understands about different universes, just about.

"Kamino," is the answer. "We all did. It's mostly ocean, but we never ventured beyond the facilities even for training missions."

And that answers his question, all that he's ever read about the clones, which isn't a lot has mentioned Kamino. This is strange but he's met Jedi here, the main part is to keep quiet about himself.

The Empire hasn't hidden the information about them but not easy to find, but Cassian's come across it during jobs, "Beach swimming wouldn't really be the same."

The thing is, Fives is smart. He's even people-smart in the right circumstances - those circumstances being when the people are clones - but they're none of them in Intelligence, and they're none of them particularly good at spotting when someone's not saying more than they are.

"I'm guessing that it wouldn't," he says, his gaze sliding out again. "It's just - downtime, man. What do you do with it?"

"Usually work on something else, cooking or looking over routes, watch the other pilots get drunk,"

There's always a report to write or analysis to work on.

"But not you?"

He catches that. Clones can get drunk together, and sometimes there's one - cough Echo - who doesn't, but they'll get stick for it.

"Not often, there's usually nothing that good to drink. I can only stand so much home brewed jet fuel or cheap whiskey, but the songs can be fun,"

He likes being around the crowds but getting drunk always feels too risky, too much in his head that needs to stay there.

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On the other hand, sometimes drinking is the only way to get stuff out of your head that's trying to worm it's way in too deep.

But that's why you only drink around your brothers.

"I've heard songs that can only be called fun after a barrelful of home brewed jet fuel."

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Cassian smiles, its about half a smile but there, "True, and a hangar late at night can have great harmonies."

"I'll have to take your word on that," Fives says with a small smirk. "Clone quarters don't always have that kind of acoustics."

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"Here," John tosses the man his shed Hawaiian shirt. "You need this. It'll look great."

Don't worry, he wore it for like 2 minutes.

Fives catches the shirt - what, it's clearly not going to explode - and shakes it out, half smirking, and a little suspicious. Although if you asked him, he couldn't tell you why.

"My colour, you think?"

"Really brings out your eyes," John grins, adjusting the baby in his arms, much to the baby's chagrin. Deke fusses, twisting his little body as John settles him against his shoulder.

"Hey, man, you're s'posed to be cool. Mom's gonna think I can't handle ya."

Well. Okay, then. It's not every day you get to wear something that isn't your uniform. Fives shrugs the shirt on, letting it hang open and grins at the baby.

You don't get much baby experience, growing up in an extended lab facility, but sometimes good paternal instincts are just genetic.

"What do you think, kid?"

Deke coos his approval. Or he's just slobbering on John's shirt. Either way, looking good.

"See, now you're lookin' the part!"

Fives pulls at it to make sure it fits, then shrugs and accepts his life as somoene who wears colour, now.

"And... what part is that exactly?"

"Casual beach bum!" John throws him a peace sign before putting the hand back on the baby's back. "The whole vibe for this party."

"Great," Fives says, meaning it. "At least someone knows how to do this kind of party."

"Oh, buddy, stick with me and we'll show you how to party!" John beams then glances at the baby on his shoulder. "Uh, right, Deke?"

Deke just gums at his shoulder. Whatever.

"I'm John, by the way. Got a little spot set up by the lake, some beers, if you wanna join?"

"Fives." Fives nods. The baby is too young for eye contact so he just gets included in the nod, and he agrees to follow.

"I'm really coming across as shiny, aren't I?"

"We've all been there," John tosses over his shoulder as he leads them to the blanket he set up. There's a baby bag, a cooler and another bag holding the edges of the blanket down, and in the middle a little baby seat with an umbrella.

Moving the seat to the side, John kicks his sandals off and sits down with the baby, before placing him in the seat. Deke fusses at the lack of fatherly contact, but quiets when John hands him a stuffed animal Bar gave him on the way in. A little rabbit, an animal Deke will never see.

There's also a DRD on the cooler, humming a song. He beeps, annoyed, when John picks him up and sets him on the blanket to get a beer. "Fives, this is 1812. He knows one song and needs a new paint job but he's a good buddy. Aren't you buddy?"

Fives gets handed a beer! :D

Hey, a beer! Hopefully John has been kind enough to open it so we don't need to worry about any pandimensional drinks container shenanigans. Either way, Fives lifts is in thanks.

"Hey, buddy," he says sincerely to 1812. Always pays to be nice to droids. "This guy treating you right?"