Jarren:

It's hard not to smile in light of their enthusiasm, but a glance back at the droid reminds him of his goal.

At first Jarrren smiles just a little because of the Jawas enthusiasm, but then he sighs and laughs out load shaking his head he says OK. Lets go look at my cargo! " As he leads the Jawas to the hatch of his ship Jarren can't help and smile all the more at the pleasure that he is going to get when he kills these Short, Dirty, Stinky no good droid stealing vermin! I gave them the chance too return my droid but no they have to try and black mail me! They have given me no choice but to kill them! Jarren thinks to him self.

Jarren hears his communicator going off and listens to Dex and then responds "OK Dex I'll meet you at the spaceport, Right now I have I have a Jawa problem. The little buggers stole the ASP droid and won't give it back unless we trade for it. So I'm taking them back to the ship to show them the cargo and do some trading with them. The kind of trading that I do best. Jarren out." [OOC I take it that when we get close to the hatch we should be under cover so the Jawas in their massive ship won't be able to aim their slug throws at me. If not I'll open the hatch walk in first and when I'm under cover I'll spin around with my blaster drawn hoping for a surprise round and point the blaster at the leader head.] regardless of if I'm under the ship or in the hatch way I'll tell the leader that if his people don't return my droid right now I'm going to blow his head off and then kill the rest! If they don't return the droid or if they try and run I'll start shooting them.

Ian:

Ian looks at the Oasis then at his open hand, palm skyward. Ian looks at Tully's then back at his hand, studiously contemplating the dry, course, empty hand. After spending some intense minutes boaring a hole through his palm with his non-flintching eyes, Ian clutches his fist tight in desperation and anger.

Kicking the dirt in further contempt, Ian looks angrily at Dex growling "You think someone who could conjur such visions as this," Ian pauses to swing his arms around at the village, "you think I could conjur a few credits in the palm of my hand to go buy some Ando."

Not to be detered, Ian mulls over more options in his head before cracking an evil smile and petting Ears on the head. "You know Dex, I forget sometimes that I control this dream. I can just walk into that Cantina and order some Ando then worry about credits later! In fact, I can just walk out without paying and what can happen? Are they going to shoot me with imaginary blasters?" Not waiting for a response, Ian chuckles "Like is good, life is good. . . ."

As Ian starts to walk to the bar, he smacks Dex on the back. Pausing for just a second, Ian gets a little serious "Damn skippy, you sure have a strong back for a fantasy. Humm, interesting."

Dex:

Shaking his head in disbelief, Dex replies while he accompanies Ian into the the bar, "You know, I may be able to conjure us up some credits." [OOC: I would like to use my slight of hand skill to make it look like the credits magically enter my hand, similar to the parlor tricks you see in grifter movies].

Regardless of whether I caa pull this off comvincingly, I will continue, "I might buy you an Ando, and maybe two, if you agree to ponder this interesting tidbit: Why is it that all of the people you seem to conjure into this illusion of yours look at you like you are a lunitic everytime you open your mouth? Wouldn't you think that, as figments of your imagination, they would not treat you this way?

"I say this merely because I believe if you do not pay for things that you agree to pay for here, you will find to your dismay that this is not actually an illusion. You are not still on the Bothan ship. The Bothans were killed while trying to escape from Emperial ships, and to our good fortune, the Imperials found little interest in their ship with them being disposed of. We are now on a very real planet called Tatooine, and hopefully will be enjoying some very real Andorian Ale very soon. But if you continue to nurse your delusion, you will get us both into very real trouble."

Ian:

Ian smiles upon seeing the credits and continues walking towards the Oasis [OOC: Ian could care less about "how" they appeared. If by trick, then he is convinced he created them. If he notices they came out of a pocket, then he assumes this was a natural part of his dillusion]. Ian politely listens to Dex as he does his best to rationally convince Ian that the current environment is, in fact, real.

After a period of silence--during which Ian does not really contemplate the possibility rather how to rationally respond to the arguments--Ian stops just short of the Oasis and responds "As to your first part: my subconscious simply creates an impression that people behave as they so behave in reality. These people around me act consistent with how people normally treat me. Most people look at me like an idiot. As to your second point: if the imperials really killed the Bothans, then why didn't the imperials kill us also? I mean, if you go to the trouble to board a ship and wipe out one group of people, why not wipe them all out? You see, that is the problem. Imperials did not board our ship to execute those in control of the ship and then leave the remaining rag-tag band to pilot the ship. . . Although, that would explain the poor piloting I seem to remember. Nevertheless, why go through all the trouble to do that and then leave the contraband behind? Imperials certainly are not going to let someone fly off with gambling equipment and pornographic halo cards!"

Ian then folds his arms in front of his chest while facing Dex as if to say with his body language: ha! Take that! "So, how about that Ando you promised and then off to find Jako?" asks Ian as he continues towards the Oasis. No sense postponing the ineviatable deletion of a scumbag illusion. While we are drinking, feel free to further entertain me with your stories of what happened after the imperials flew away."

Ian thinks that a friend with unlimited credits in his pocket can certainly come in handy

Dex:

[OOC: My view of this conversation is that we are talking while walking to the bar. By the end of this reply, I am assuming that we would have enterd the bar, and would be on our way to order some drinks.]

"The Imperials did not board the ship. The Bothans tried to escape via escape pod, and were blasted by fighters. We overheard the Imperial radio transmissions, and they thought we fell into a gravity well, and could not bring us in with a tractor beam. I assume they did not really care too much about the ship or the cargo, and were content to just let the ship drift into the planet. The Imperial ship took off in the opposite direction after determining they could not bring us in. I am hoping their concern for our vessal has passed, but who knows, maybe they monitored our "landing" and plan to inspect the wreckage. In any case, nurse your delusions as you will, but please do this illusion (meaning me) the favor of acting as if your delsuions are real. Understand, this is the only reality I have, and while the consequences of your actions in this reality may not have lasting effects for you, they will for me.

"In the meantime, I will produce all the credits and Ando and even hookers you like if you can mentally alter any peice of this reality." Hookers. Now that would be nice. I wonder if this podunk little town has any of those, Dex thinks to himself. Maybe I ought to let this guy get himself into trouble. Maybe that will bring him back into reality. Maybe I need a drink a little stiffer than Ando.