The Worst Kind of Surprise Party

[all_too_familiar]

There is a man. He's meditating, and floating several inches off of the ground. This is fairly normal for him - at least he's not floating various furniture this time. Just himself. He doesn't feel like exerting himself any further. It's been a long day.

He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.

"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.

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[all_too_familiar]

"That, too!" he agrees. "Please try not catch fire."

And now it is time to investigate this map. Is it possible to tell where the fuck they are by the contents of this map alone, or is Revan going to have to go wandering to find a town name he can find on the map?

(Ugh, physical maps, seriously people datapads are so much better. Go invent them. Along with locks that can be sliced.)

[unmarred]

It is not possible to tell where the fuck they are by the contents of the map alone. At minimum, they would have to go out and proceed along a road until they found a sign identifying the road.

"You're very cute when you're having technological conniptions," observes Mark.

[all_too_familiar]

"Thank you. What gave me away?"

[unmarred]

"Looking at the map like it personally offends you."

[all_too_familiar]

He snorts. "Did you know the locks here can't be sliced? I had to go and find the key. I didn't get the chance to try and slice it open and then fail in a hilarious fashion first. Frustrating as all hell."

[unmarred]

"There, there. I'm sure with a little practice you can learn to be laughably incompetent at lockpicking too."

[all_too_familiar]

"Cheering thought! It's just not the same if I don't get to swear at a door for half an hour before either getting someone else or using my lightsaber. I need a measure of normality while I am exploring a new planet. It's like comfort food."

[unmarred]

Giggle.

[all_too_familiar]

"Shit, I could have just unlocked it from the inside with the Force. Damn it."

[unmarred]

"But then you couldn't have sworn at it at all!"

[all_too_familiar]

"Ah, true. As long as we're not in a time crunch, it's better this way."

[unmarred]

[all_too_familiar]

"But! Vindication. I can open a door."

[unmarred]

"Congratulations."

[all_too_familiar]

"Thank you. Maybe I can also open locked boxes now that I'm on a world that uses mechanical locks. I feel all powerful."

[unmarred]

"Have you been significantly inconvenienced by your inability to open locked boxes?"

[all_too_familiar]

"It makes looting more difficult. I have to go fetch someone that can open them, or risk destroying whatever's inside by hitting it with a lightsaber until it's learned its lesson."

[unmarred]

...

He cackles.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan smirks.

"Leaving the box unopened is, of course, not an option. If I'm looting something, I'm looting something properly."

[unmarred]

"Do a lot of looting, then, do you?"

[all_too_familiar]

"Ehh. Yes? I'm not a - well, okay, I'm not typically a thief, but if I've just killed the previous owners of a place and suddenly all of their property is up for grabs..." He shrugs. "Yep. Looting the place. A man's got to eat."

[unmarred]

Mark shrugs, too. "Reasonable."