Droids In The City Who: R2-D2, C-3PO, Luke Skywalker [Open] What: Get lost in L.A. Where: Not far from a Post Office When: Afternoon Rating: G like whoa
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"I do believe you're right, Artoo. This doesn't look anything like Endor!"
"Blee-oooopp beep brap."
"I hope you're right. I am quite unfamiliar with this terrain," See-Threepio said as he walked alongside his astromech counterpart. "And this city's buildings are unlike any construction I have seen. Perhaps it is an older section of Coruscant?"
"Bleee-urrrp beep."
"Well! You don't have to be so negative! Shooting down my ideas before I even get the opportunity to explain them. I may be on to something, you know. You don't know everything."
"Blurrrp."
"You really need to learn to be more respectful, Artoo. Sometimes you're just plain rude." See-Threepio straightened his posture, which was already pretty straight to begin with, and took a few longer strides to put some distance between himself and the R2 unit accompanying him. Some of his joints were creaking. He really was in need of an oil bath. Oh! And that would feel so good! But he couldn't be thinking about those things right now. Not when the two of them were lost and alone and both without any memory of how it was that they came to be wandering around the streets of an unknown city. And he really was enjoying his time at the party. The Ewoks were a very friendly group of creatures. Except when they tried to roast his friends, that is. But they reminded Threepio of how he'd used a power that he didn't know he had in him! And that was very self-rewarding for a droid.
Threepio paused to look back to Artoo, but the little blue and white astrodroid was gone.
"Artoo? Artoo? Artoo-Deetoo, where are you?!"
Threepio was more than just a little scatterbrained at times, and he found himself turning about in circles searching for his little friend until he finally saw him across the street looking at what appeared to be another R2 unit. Oh, how splendid! Someone to explain to them what was going on!
Threepio hurried across the street. Luckily there were no vehicles coming.
"Artoo! Don't run off like that! You worried me."
"Bloooeeerrr-blee-oop!"
"What do you mean he's not speaking to you? Did you say something inappropriate?"
"Squehhbleep brrraaapp!"
"I don't know. Maybe there's something wrong with his neural net."
Threepio walked over to the side of the mailbox (cleverly painted to look like Artoo) and whapped it on the head. The mailbox didn't move.
"Well, I'll be! I think it's a fake!"
"Bloooop."
"Well, how should I know why someone would make a fake you? Really. Not everything in this galaxy is about you, you know!"