fh_trips | Getting Out Into Coruscant [Friday morning into Saturday afternoon]

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Getting Out Into Coruscant [Friday morning into Saturday afternoon]

Anakin pointed out of one of the vaulted Temple windows towards the busy cityscape in front of them.

"And that is Coruscant. Clubs, restaurants, shopping, incredibly egotistical politicians, useless bureaucrats...it's all out there." He pointed to the nearest public transport pickup location. "Don't go lower than the mid-levels of Coruscant unless you're looking to disappear permanently," he warned. "There are a trillion beings on this planet, and it has a thriving underworld who are as ruthless as any you'll ever come across."

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Ooh! A diner! Bet weird things don't happen here.

[OOC: As you ping in here, please mention what time of day you're eating (Friday afternoon, Saturday morning, etc.) so others can join you...]

The topic at hand: should the Republic have it's own standing army? Tempers were running high and the dialogue wasn't precisely...diplomatic.

Wander around Coruscant, head into shops, watch the local population walk by.

Try not to gawk too obviously.

Hit the bars, clubs and way expensive restaurants. There's no drinking age on a planet with a few thousand different sentient species. Try not to embarrass yourself.

...and now I am done omg.

*plays banthabell in celebration*

Bridge? Is on a mission. He's got an anniversary to celebrate tonight. Tomorrow. Tonight. Whatever. The point is, he's looking for neat stuff to bring back.

"Psst," an alien called from a nearby alley. "Want to buy some deathsticks?"

"Um, I think maybe I'll pass." Bridge says, with a "WTF" expression clearly written on his face.

"Oh, don't be like that," the alien replied. "I thought only the Jedi had something stuck that high up their posteriors."

"I generally try to avoid things with 'death' in their name." Bridge shrugs. "It's a quirk."

The alien waved a little clawed hand. "Eh. Deathstick. Mostly marketing. You're...human, right?"

"Technically speaking."

"Then you'll be fine," the alien assured him. "Unless you're really stupid and take too much. Or too often. And you don't seem like the type."

The alien gave Bridge what he was hoping would pass as a terribly endearing smile.

"No thanks, dude." Bridge says firmly, and turns away.

The alien fluttered his wings and followed Bridge. "Okay, so you're not into the deathsticks. I can help you with other stuff. Spice, glitterstim, weapons, mostly working machinary...what do you want?"

Okay, those first two sounded like more stuff to avoid. But those last two... *especially* the "mostly working machinery"... "Machinery?" he says, slowly turning around.

Excellent.

"Machinery," the alien repeated, nodding. "I've got food replicators and flying whatsits and tiny cleaning droids. Comms of every description and from pretty much every system. Holonet projectors, 3-d chess games...what are you looking for, kid?"

"Oh, pretty much anything," Bridge says reasonably. "But flying whatsits and holonet projectors? Those sound cool."

The alien pulled a tarp from a pile with a dramatic flourish to reveal...a pile of metal.

He picked a machine up and showed it to Bridge. "Flying whatsit," he said, pressing a button. The machine hovered for three seconds before plummeting to the ground with a little "eee" sound.

Before meeting up with anyone else on Friday night, Peter had to do something. He just had to. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he didn't do it. So he put on his webshooter and climbed up the side of a building.

Here he was, high above the biggest city he could ever possibly see. He looked all around him. The tallest buildings ever and flying cars everywhere he looked. "This is going to be fun," he said.

And then he jumped. Ten seconds into the freefall, he still wasn't close enough to the ground to worry, but he had picked up enough speed to make what he was about to do very fun. He shot a web at a nearby building. When it caught, he began a fast swing that launched him into the air when he released the webline.

"WAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he yelled before continuing his own special self-guided tour of the city.

"Cool," Bridge grins. "Can I?" he nods towards the machine, indicating that he'd like to take a closer look.

"Knock yourself out, kid," the alien replied.

Bridge picks up the little machine and turns it over in his hands, examining it thoughtfully. Hmmm, if he replaced this and that...

"How much?"

The alien gave Bridge an appraising look, then named a ridiculously high price.

Bridge snorts and shakes his head.

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Getting Out Into Coruscant [Friday morning into Saturday afternoon]

Grab Something to Eat!

Visit the Galactic Senate

Go Shopping

Night Life!

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