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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

So, Mira discovered something. Well, a couple things. First, she could apparently get Earth internet on her datapad, which was handy. Second, that on said Earth internet was a list of federally wanted fugitives that she could search for BY CATEGORY AND LOCATION. It was like Life Day in what she understood to be July.

At this point she had maps and writing tools to mark out where she was compared to where some of these wanted fugitives were located. Sure, with this planet's primitive technology they didn't stand a chance, but still, it would be fun.

For a very particular definition of fun.

[OOC: So, I'm not dying from work, heat, or migraine. So here's a CR, open if anyone's around!]

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Luckily for this wanted fugitive, she wasn't wanted on this planet for anything. So instead of being overly concerned, she could wander into the common room in search of food, notice the new girl, and say, "Hello."

"Hi there," Mira said. "You don't happen to have a green pen, do you? I'm running out of colors here."

"I don't, no," Sia said, looking over at her work. "What do you have there?"

"It's a little something I call a business plan," Mira said proudly as she held the map up.

"Do I want to know?" Sia asked.

She probably did not, no.

"The FBI has a list of what states have wanted felons. Wanted felons usually bring monetary rewards. If I want to boost my bank account, I just have to make one of these dots go away," Mira offered.

Great. Just what Sia needed.

"You're a bounty hunter?"

"Hey, somebody actually guessed the obvious," Mira said. "Usually I have to tell people, then I have to explain that no, it actually is a job. Thanks for cutting right to the good part. I'm Mira, by the way."

"Sia." Seriously, she wanted to go back in time and change her name here. And all the key details that others wouldn't just go ahead and tell her. And because she figured someone would just go ahead and tell her, she said, "It's a fairly common profession back home."

"Is 'back home' in your case a galaxy quite a distance away from here?" Mira checked, just in case.

"It is," she nodded. "Are you the one from around Atton's time?"

Please don't be from anytime recent.

"Yep. And you'd be a future person?" Mira checked. "I'm guessing I don't go down in history as the greatest bounty hunter ever on record, then."

"You may have. It's been a while, and I don't do much study in that area." Though she should, dammit.

"Do me a favor? Read up and let me know what you find, okay?" Mira asked.

"I'll see what I can do," she said. "Might be difficult to just search for 'Mira', though."

"And that kind of hard work will make the end result that much more rewarding," Mira encouraged.

"That's not very good incentive," Sia pointed out.

"Sorry, but it's all I've got," Mira said. "But I guess I can just live with the assumption that history remembers me and all of my really great acts."

"I could make things up, if you'd like," Sia offered.

"Thanks, but I'll pass. You don't know me, so anything you make up is going to be a little too general for my ego to appreciate," Mira said.

"Well, the offer stands at a later date." See, she could be friendly! And hope this one didn't threaten to turn her in!

"What are you so happy about?"

Sometimes Atton couldn't sleep and he wandered around. Like two common rooms down. Where he was going to raid a fridge he didn't often raid just in case there was something new in there.

"They have an easy to use database for the most wanted criminals in this country," Mira explained, only taking a moment to glance up at the new person in the room. It was just that guy. No big deal. "I have a new toy, and I'm having fun with it."

"Has anybody ever told you you need a real hobby?" Atton drawled, opening up the fridge and sticking his face in. Hm. Was that yogurt? Ew, yogurt.

"I have one of those. But I think it's probably frowned upon here, so I've shown some restraint," Mira noted.

Atton finally settled on something that looked like soda and ganked it. (He didn't check if it had anybody's name on it, because who did that.) "It's not actually collecting wanted criminals, right? Because I don't think that counts."

"No, that's the job, not the hobby," Mira said. "The hobby is demolitions. Give me some base materials and a couple minutes and I can set you up with a nice, probably non-lethal grenade."

Look, she was raised by Mandalorians.

... Wait, what?

That was enough to make Atton stop mid-pace and shoot her a look. "Non-lethal grenade? What, like stunners?"

"Stunners, gas, adhesive, sonic," Mira rattled off. "I mean, sure, I could put together your basic frag grenade, but people are usually going to use those to kill, and I'm not a huge fan of that."

"Why not?" Atton asked, hopping onto the couch. "The criminals aren't going to be sparing you over your pretty eyes."

"Oh, they're not? I somehow hadn't learned that yet. Thanks for the information," Mira said, rolling those pretty eyes. "I've seen enough dead bodies. I don't really want to add to that tally. Not unless there's really no other choice."

"You're from Nar Shaddaa," Atton said, dropping onto his ass. "How often does that happen?"

Admittedly, Atton did have some hint of what some people might mostly mistakenly refer to as 'a callous disregard for sentient life', but...

"People are usually surprised how many people I bring in still breathing," Mira said. "They may have fewer teeth than they used to, but that's good for the local economy. They have to get fake teeth somewhere."

Atton shook his head, twisting the cap off the soda and taking a big sip. (Who needed cups? Really. See again re: callous disregard for sentient life.) "Seems easier just to shoot them. I mean, do you really think they're going to survive the Nar Shaddaa penal system?"

"You don't become the best by doing things the easy way," Mira said. "And at least they have a shot in prison. I'm an optimist."

"I would've gone with 'crazy'," Atton said. "But hey, if you want to dress it up... I'm not going to stop you."

Unless she tried to turn him in, in which case he would most definitely try to stop her.

"Whatever you want to call me, the important thing is that people know what I can do," Mira said. "And that they've got money. Two important things."

"Stay away from my things," Sia said when she saw him near the fridge.

She didn't have any things in there at the moment. Sometimes she just had to be a pain.

"Do you even live here?" Atton shot back.

Her statement was not keeping him from raiding the fridge some more. Fancy that.

"On this floor and everything," she returned.

"Is this yours?" Atton asked, producing a piece of cheese.

"No," Sia answered. "If I said yes, would you eat it anyway?"

She bet on yes.

"Yes, but you just cost me the satisfaction of doing that," Atton said, kicking the fridge shut and foraging around for a knife.

"How will I ever live with myself?" she said dryly.

"You think about what you did," Atton said. He found a knife and cut off a piece. "I'll try again later."

"And if my answer is the same?" she checked.

"I'll have to keep going," Atton said, sticking the cheese in his mouth.

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