Truthfully, even prior to being hunted, going out clubbing hasn’t been a normal part of Cal’s routine. At the Jedi Temple his life was by and large one of study, then trailing after his Master to learn the art of protection and politics. Cal always feels more at home with the former rather than the latter, though he always would rather use diplomacy than violence. Normally that entails heartfelt pleas rather than a lot of pretty words. Ever since being forced into hiding, he hasn’t quite gotten the hang of enjoying large public spaces, either. Which isn’t to say he’s not willing to try and learn. He’s nothing if not an optimist at heart, and these days, digging deep to find that trait comes easier since he’s met people also willing to fight for what’s right.
People like Ekko.
Tonight however, instead of trusting the man with his life, or with the lives of innocents, it’s with Cal’s fashion sense.
He arrives more or less on time, landing at the bustling city’s hanger and meeting Ekko in the main hub. From there from the delivered details it didn’t seem a long way to club, but first they could stop to make any adjustments. Cal’s wearing plain gray pants, a white tunic, and his green poncho over it. Hidden is his lightsaber. It’s perfectly fine clothing, but admittedly boring and not fitting in with the colorful style he sees around him. Running a hand through his hair, he gives a sheepish, lopsided smile at Ekko when sensing then noticing the other man. “A part of me was hoping the red hair might be wild enough, but I see what you mean. Apparently not.”
Ekko is, for once, out of his usual work clothes—oversized tool belt and machine oil stained tank top nowhere in sight—and has instead opted for a long, dark shirt that's all geometric angles with a constructed collar. It's the sort of design aesthetic that most of the younger, edgier people milling around in the hanger have clearly gone for, but Ekko has spiced his up with neon graffiti painted all around the bottom and sleeves to make it nightclub ready. Also to give a clear indication of what he's planning to have Cal do with his poor, defenseless poncho in a few minutes.
He's not necessarily a frequent club-goer himself, too caught up in The Fight, but it's what he grew up around and he's just slipping back into his natural environment. After all, what better place is there to have an ear to the ground for local spats than where people are letting loose in the relative dark and trying to show off to impress each other?
This planet, though similar, isn't actually his home turf so he's not planning to do much recon tonight—aside from hopefully wheedling some embarrassing or wild stories out of Cal when they get a few drinks in, of course. Ekko finds himself laughing at Cal's sheepish expression as he drops the bag full of spraypaint cans he brought down onto one of the main hub's tables. "It could be, if you'd be willing to part with about half of it." He makes a gesture with both hands past his own ears, indicating shaving down the sides of Cal's normal haircut to make it into a bright red mohawk, which would absolutely do some of the legwork that fashion is about to pull. "Otherwise you gotta put in more effort tonight, freckles."
Taking in Ekko’s colorful shirt, along with the spray paint bottles set by his side, Cal does indeed get a fairly good idea of what’s in store for him. The poncho will serve a very specific purpose after this once it’s all decorated, but then again, change isn’t always a bad thing. Perhaps having a party poncho might come in use one day, if he ever has to infiltrate a place like this again. Or if he and Ekko ever have time to spare for a night out once more. Naturally his mind first went to how he might use the poncho for work, but he considers it progress that his thoughts didn’t stop there. Tonight isn’t about work. Perhaps not all nights have to be. At least not entirely.
Both hands playfully go up to his hair then in defense, as though Ekko might shave the sides of his head with mere thoughts. “Let’s stick with the poncho, then. I don’t think I can pull off that hairstyle on a daily basis until it grows back.” It suits Ekko, but Cal’s not one for making his signature mark through an outward intricate design.
Leaning forward, if Ekko allows it, Cal gives his shoulder a warm clasp in greeting, along with a smile. "Good to see you. Really." He then kneels down to look through the bag, humming at the variety of colors present. “It doesn’t look like you spared any expense. I think the first round of drinks should be on me after you did all this. You’re gonna have to tell me if there are any rules though before I start going to town picking colors. Are there any faux pas in combinations? If I wear red and blue with green is that saying I hate someone? If I design an octagon instead of a hexagon, will someone think I’m proposing to them? I gotta know these things. I'm not ready for that level of commitment in my life.” He doesn’t think there are such hard and fast rules, but hey, one never knows and it’s better to ask.
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Date: 2023-07-16 06:39 pm (UTC)People like Ekko.
Tonight however, instead of trusting the man with his life, or with the lives of innocents, it’s with Cal’s fashion sense.
He arrives more or less on time, landing at the bustling city’s hanger and meeting Ekko in the main hub. From there from the delivered details it didn’t seem a long way to club, but first they could stop to make any adjustments. Cal’s wearing plain gray pants, a white tunic, and his green poncho over it. Hidden is his lightsaber. It’s perfectly fine clothing, but admittedly boring and not fitting in with the colorful style he sees around him. Running a hand through his hair, he gives a sheepish, lopsided smile at Ekko when sensing then noticing the other man. “A part of me was hoping the red hair might be wild enough, but I see what you mean. Apparently not.”
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Date: 2023-07-19 10:14 am (UTC)He's not necessarily a frequent club-goer himself, too caught up in The Fight, but it's what he grew up around and he's just slipping back into his natural environment. After all, what better place is there to have an ear to the ground for local spats than where people are letting loose in the relative dark and trying to show off to impress each other?
This planet, though similar, isn't actually his home turf so he's not planning to do much recon tonight—aside from hopefully wheedling some embarrassing or wild stories out of Cal when they get a few drinks in, of course. Ekko finds himself laughing at Cal's sheepish expression as he drops the bag full of spraypaint cans he brought down onto one of the main hub's tables. "It could be, if you'd be willing to part with about half of it." He makes a gesture with both hands past his own ears, indicating shaving down the sides of Cal's normal haircut to make it into a bright red mohawk, which would absolutely do some of the legwork that fashion is about to pull. "Otherwise you gotta put in more effort tonight, freckles."
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Date: 2023-07-19 03:59 pm (UTC)Both hands playfully go up to his hair then in defense, as though Ekko might shave the sides of his head with mere thoughts. “Let’s stick with the poncho, then. I don’t think I can pull off that hairstyle on a daily basis until it grows back.” It suits Ekko, but Cal’s not one for making his signature mark through an outward intricate design.
Leaning forward, if Ekko allows it, Cal gives his shoulder a warm clasp in greeting, along with a smile. "Good to see you. Really." He then kneels down to look through the bag, humming at the variety of colors present. “It doesn’t look like you spared any expense. I think the first round of drinks should be on me after you did all this. You’re gonna have to tell me if there are any rules though before I start going to town picking colors. Are there any faux pas in combinations? If I wear red and blue with green is that saying I hate someone? If I design an octagon instead of a hexagon, will someone think I’m proposing to them? I gotta know these things. I'm not ready for that level of commitment in my life.” He doesn’t think there are such hard and fast rules, but hey, one never knows and it’s better to ask.