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[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.

For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.

…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.

So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.

Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.

His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to ~~Earth~~ American ears.]

I was wondering, if you're willing to share—

[~~on an open network~~, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]

Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?

I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.

[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).

As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]

…and hello. My name's Cassian.

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[The woman staring back at him has purple hair and red eyes, with the unmarred appearance of someone in their 20's. Her voice, however, sounds somewhat older and more experienced.]

I quit a long time ago. The jobs they assign seem like jokes for most of us, like they choose fields almost in our area of expertise, but far below our skill level or interest.

Hey bro! Good ta see you doin' better than on the beach.

[archie's still not entirely convinced cassian just wasn't really high.]

I kept mine! I'm a swimmin' teacher and my class is on the up and up!

No, I'm not in the job I was assigned to. At the very least, I don't think so. [Since she has no memory of her first time having arrived to this world, and she can't find the previous file of her data neither.] Right now, I'm doing well at my new job though. It took a lot to get used to, but I was given a lot of useful advice to go on about it that I now feel comfortable doing it. Feels less like a chore to do.

Oh, and it's nice to meet you, Cassian. My name is Nike. Did you just arrived?

Despite not having the first clue about my job when I got here, I actually stuck with it for a long time. I found I actually really liked being a genealogist.

[Normie glances behind him at his office. It's clear from the expensive looking furniture and the clear views of the De Chima skyline in the large window behind him he's no longer remotely in that line of work.]

I sort of fell into the job I'm in now.

The jobs don't matter. [His is ridiculous. Balloon sculpting. What even.] Hello, Cassian.

I'm not, but I found it somewhat helpful at the start. It's a way to meet locals and learn about this place.

Hey, Cassian. I'm Kotetsu.

I quit the job they gave me in like six months. It was a pain in the ass.

[But he would've kept doing it, if it hadn't been for the Colorado incident. After that, he would've been content with unemployment, but then he got ported out, and a job fell right into his lap when he came back.]

Are you thinking of quitting yours?

[Usually, people don't ask unless they are either unsure or downright displeased with their placement, after all.]

[Here's a name and a face that Cassian might or might not recognize from the history of the Clone Wars. Count Dooku's manner in the video is relaxed, if formal, but his voice sounds like it is emanating from the bottom of a cave. A very cultured, British cave.]

Greetings, Cassian. The work we are granted is very often foolish and poorly chosen, in my experience. Still, I made the best of my given assignment for about a year before I decided to embark upon a new path.

[They had made him a singer for a metal band, in some ill-advised joke. But Dooku had seized on it as a chance to influence the media, and through the media, politics.]

Nah, you're fucked, mate; they're gonna fine you if you do badly.

[This is bullshit. He's just screwing with the new guy a little.]

[Han, looking somewhat haggard and definitely in need of a shave, is pretty clearly broadcasting from the inside of a taxi, and one that's seen better days—there's white stuffing peeking through the seams, for example, and stains on the seats that do not bear thinking about.]

Yeah, and so far it's going great. [By great he means my car broke down again.] I got taxi driver. What did you get?

I kept mine, but it wasn't that different from what I do back home? I needed a lab to do my not work work and the job came with one.

[She makes a sweeping gesture with both arms, showing off the fact that yes, she's sitting in a very nice biology laboratory.]

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