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WHO Cain ([personal profile] insertdadjoke), Rachel Conway ([personal profile] gotbottle).
WHAT Cain gets in over his head, Rachel is there to poke her nose into everything.
WHEN idk 2015?
WHERE Warehouse district of some indistinct coastal US city.
WHY idk my bff Ozzy

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WHO Will Vega, Jr ([personal profile] androit), Leia Organa ([personal profile] borntoresist)
WHAT how do college... how do.. independence... how do life????
WHEN About 2098 when Junior is starting college.
WHERE Start at a supermarket, work from there.
WHY because I love you all

This was not going entirely to plan. Not that he was floundering or anything, and he had the funds to sustain himself for a while no matter how much he messed up, but Junior was rapidly realizing that living away from home was not as simple as finding replacements for everything he left and simply continuing on. There were such things as shopping lists for basic necessities that he actually hadn't gotten the hang of; most of his shopping had been the ingredient sort, which he knew well enough, but what about the other things? Long-lasting supplies and such.

What he should have done was call his grandparents. Admit he needed some help and he may have shooed them off a little early with his enthusiasm to start learning and making himself better, more of an adult who didn't need his grandparents' guidance to know what kind of laundry detergent to buy. He looked again at the rudimentary list he'd drawn up and brushed his hair away with a little narrow-eyed squint. This was clearly the fault of the list. He should have prepared that thing better. Maybe he should call Felix? Talking to him would at least cheer him up...

But no. No, he could do this. It was a shopping trip. What the hell? He didn't need to call the cavalry. Starting to move before fully looking away from his list, he pulled up short almost immediately when he nearly ran over the person who was already in that space. Which was pretty impressive considering he was still a runt well into early adulthood now. "Whoa—I'm so sorry! Sorry. Um, that... I was just thinking. Sorry," he said, once again shifting his hair as if the action would hide him.

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Feb. 24th, 2016 11:59 am
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WHO Junior ([personal profile] androit), Kylo Ren ([personal profile] derriphan)
WHAT Two brothers separated by fate, brought back together again by the same.
WHEN Uhhh, just pre-movie. During the search for Luke's map.
WHERE Finalizer, I think!
WHY because why not

After coming to blows with a contingent of Stormtroopers planetside, Junior hadn't really expected to wake up in one piece. Or wake up at all, that had always been a possibility. Despite the fact that he wasn't a fighter, he did dangerous things for the sake of his mother and the Resistance, or his father and their smuggling. There was always risk involved, a cost-benefit analysis that he tended to ignore in favor of being there for his family. It wasn't quite a conscious reaction to the Ben's abandonment fifteen years ago, but if someone poked at it, he couldn't well deny the possibility.

Everything involving Ben had a lot of complicated feelings surrounding it, after all.

His whole body ached, senses flaring out in pain before he could stop himself and, even if it was obvious he was awake by now, Junior kept his eyes closed and took stock before anything else. His back was a blazing sun of pain where he had taken a tonfa just barely shielded by his meager knowledge of using the Force to move and hold objects. The rest of him was a mass of pain and bruises but his back was probably the worst-off. Not a good scenario if he wanted to get back home anytime soon. Next, he reached out with his Force sense — one of two things that came naturally to him — and halted almost immediately for the presence sitting right above him.

Eyes shooting open, Junior found himself face-to-face with a hardened mask. One he had never seen before in person, but depictions and dreams were more than enough. "Ben?"