"The standard here is ... different." Finn said, his tone kind and careful, as he hovers over his Caw-fee. It is the local delicacy and he is doing his best to warm up to it, even as he winces over a sip; terribly sweet and wildly bitter all at once. His heart thrums in response to the caffeine.
"It's being slaughtered. That's what it is." Snap returns, indignant. They're sitting outside a local water hole, taking a break from unpacking an entire base; at this rate they'd be going for weeks.
"I don't know. I think its rather ... charming." Rey admits, her hands grasping the cup of Caw-fee gratefully; its very different than water. Its not good, but its not bad. She likes it all the same.
"You mean its chah-ming." Poe grins; he's well into his fifth or sixth cup and he's beginning to like this planet.
"Yeah, and the girls here are wicked hawt." Jessika snorts into her Caw-fee, voice dropping into the low cadence of a local.
"I figured it out -" Pow says, his thought cut off by the aftertaste of Caw-fee; he loves and hates it and knows he's going to have a stomachache later. "They're just not saying 'r's."
"Acceleray-tah." Rey says, her brow knit in concentration.
"Trash Compak-tah." Jessika mocks, her accent perfect.
"Ahhhhh-Two Unit." BB-8 trills, and somehow it works.
"Stormtroopah." Finn offers.
"That hawt Stormtroopah put the Ahh-Two Unit in the trash compactah." Poe says in perfect local dialect.
There's a long silence as the accent settles in, followed by howls of laughter. By the end of the week they will all have acquired a shade of the local dialect, much to the chagrin of pretty much everyone in earshot.
Re: The Resistance builds a base just outside your Hometown FILL 3
"It's being slaughtered. That's what it is." Snap returns, indignant. They're sitting outside a local water hole, taking a break from unpacking an entire base; at this rate they'd be going for weeks.
"I don't know. I think its rather ... charming." Rey admits, her hands grasping the cup of Caw-fee gratefully; its very different than water. Its not good, but its not bad. She likes it all the same.
"You mean its chah-ming." Poe grins; he's well into his fifth or sixth cup and he's beginning to like this planet.
"Yeah, and the girls here are wicked hawt." Jessika snorts into her Caw-fee, voice dropping into the low cadence of a local.
"I figured it out -" Pow says, his thought cut off by the aftertaste of Caw-fee; he loves and hates it and knows he's going to have a stomachache later. "They're just not saying 'r's."
"Acceleray-tah." Rey says, her brow knit in concentration.
"Trash Compak-tah." Jessika mocks, her accent perfect.
"Ahhhhh-Two Unit." BB-8 trills, and somehow it works.
"Stormtroopah." Finn offers.
"That hawt Stormtroopah put the Ahh-Two Unit in the trash compactah." Poe says in perfect local dialect.
There's a long silence as the accent settles in, followed by howls of laughter. By the end of the week they will all have acquired a shade of the local dialect, much to the chagrin of pretty much everyone in earshot.
*Gee where am I from ...* GREAT PROMPT OP