foolishmortals | Recuérdame.

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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[ It takes him a few minutes to find the man Leia had mentioned, but...there are only so many candidates, and he figures it's probably the twin not with his arm wrapped another man.

Han approaches Stan gingerly, not sure how much he knows about...him. About any of it. ]

Stanley Pines?

[If he didn’t know his other brother’s voice he would have been tempted to ask “Sherm?” by jawline alone.

But no, he doesn’t know this man from Adam.]

That’s me.

[ Great. This won't be awkward at all, this is fine. ]

...Han Solo.

I'm...Ben's father.

[Look, they talked more about twins than about exes, okay!

Still, he’s not stupid.]

So you’re Leia’s ex-

[...Husband? Boyfriend? Fuck.]

I’m, uh. I’m her fiancé.

[ I mean we're assuming husband but who knows ]

She told me.

[ And he'd been...going to say something else, but he stops himself first, just looking Stan over curiously. ]

...she really does have a type, doesn't she.

[ One scoundrel always recognizes another. ]

[He almost protests. And then he remembers what Ben told him right before he died.

He takes in the competition, scanning Han from his skele-head to his skele-toes with a curious expression.]

...Looks like it. She’s got something special that brings out the best in us, I guess.

[ Honestly, he's not much competition, at this point. Largely because he's not trying to be. Also because he's a skeleton. His eyes soften a little bit, and he almost smiles. ]

...Yeah, she does.

[ There's an awkward silence, and then Han clears his throat. ]

Uh. Anyway. I just wanted to say, I...

[ He's not good at this. Which had always been part of the problem, hadn't it? ]

Listen, kid. [ He definitely did just call the seventy-year-old great-uncle of two tweenagers "kid." ] The Princess? She doesn't just have something special, she is something special. Whatever you do, don't - don't screw it up, like I did.

Don't lose her.

[Boy this is awkward, isn't it. Just as he's got a hand half to his mouth to clear his throat and say something, this guy does the same.

...Somehow he bites his tongue enough to ignore the "kid" for now and just. Hear him out.]

There's only one thing left that I know's gonna hurt her. And in the end that ain't gonna be something I can control, buddy.

[Dying. He means he's probably gonna die before her and end up here - like you did.]

'Fraid she's stuck with me. But I... I plan to take care of her, with all I got left in me.

[ Han listens in return, and nods. ]

Yeah. I...planned that too, once.

[ He drops his head briefly, then looks back up. He looks old, and tired, even for a skeleton, but he manages to give Stan a smile. It's wistful, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's sincere. Leia deserves for this to work out.

He claps Stan on the shoulder. ]

Congratulations. You got one hell of an adventure ahead of you.

[Stan’s not sure what he expected from Leia’s ex, but he hopes he hasn’t been boinking somebody’s recent widow.

Nah, he trusts Leia, she’s not that kind of gal.]

I’m fresh in the market for a new adventure.

[He returns the smile, and then holds out his hand.]

Hey, it’s good to meet you.

[ Han nods, looking much more comfortable now, and shakes Stan's hand. If they're both gripping just a little harder than strictly necessary, showing off their strength, well...that's understandable, isn't it? ]

You too.

[ His grin increases, becoming a little bit more devious. ]

You meet Leia's brother yet?

[It’s fine, he has muscles.]

Luke? Nah, ain’t had the pleasure yet. I heard plenty about him though, from Leia.

You planning on siccing him on me the minute my back’s turned?

[ Shit he sure does. It's like shaking hands with Chewie. Han takes his hand back gingerly, shaking his head. ]

Nah, nothing like that. Just...

Well, just make sure to say hello before you leave here. If you're gonna get involved with the Skywalker clan, better make sure you get the full experience.

[The first time he meets Chewie he will finally understand the comparison.

Right before Chewie gives him another shovel talk.]

You kidding? I wouldn’t dream of anything different.

[ he better fuckin meet chewie that's all I'm saying

Han nods. He's not trying to scare Stan off, he's really not, just...Well, this guy seems like he probably leads a pretty normal life most of the time, right? He wouldn't want him to get blindsided. ]

I just hope you know what you're in for.

Recuérdame.

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