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ximilialog2022-07-16 05:10 pm
garbagepilot) wrote in ximilialog2022-07-16 05:10 pm
Entry tags:
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doom patrol: rita farr,
- grishaverse: malyen oretsev,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- star wars: rey,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the gifted: clarice fong,
- the old guard: andromache,
- the old guard: booker,
- the witcher: yennefer of vengerberg,
- towards the terra: soldier blue,
- transformers: megatron
you can't save the ones you've caught in battle
CHARACTERS: Rey, ota
LOCATION: various station locations
DATE: post-mission
CONTENT: decompression after the mission
WARNINGS: none as of yet, will add if necessary
[Sunlight room]
[Immediately after returning from the mission, this is where Rey goes. Her hammock is still hung up between two of the trees near the stream, she's glad to see, but even the sound of the water - clean and clear even if it is fake - isn't enough to temper her frustration.
Her anger. She's not frustrated, she's angry and not even the relative peace of the green is helpful when she knows it's all fake.
But it will have to do. She takes a seat, closes her eyes, and lets out an rushed breath before focusing on deeper breathing, trying to focus on the Force and the serenity she can find there.
It takes a long, long time. She fails many times and considers getting up to go break things in the simulation rooms, but finally, after nearly an hour, the last time she clothes her eyes and breathes out, she reaches the place she had been so desperate to find.
For anyone who enters the sunlight room after that, they'll find the peculiar sight of Rey sitting with her legs folded and her hands on her knees, floating a good ten feet off the air. She's frowning faintly, but she's at least in tune with the Force enough for this.]
[Kitchen]
[Her visit to the kitchen has gone much differently this time. Rather than tear the whole place apart and make messes on every counter as she plunders the cabinets for anything and everything she can find to eat, this time around she's very focused on her task.
This time, she's taking the time to gather things she knows she likes to make sandwiches. There's three made already, each one carefully placed to the side of the cutting board where she's slicing up another tomato for the forth sandwich only halfway assembled.
She's also currently got an apple in her mouth, the flesh bitten into and held between her teeth as she slices because apparently the act of not eating while she gets ready to eat is just too much to ask of her. There are other signs of her snacking as she made her actual meal too: a small bowl of berries, thinly sliced cucumber... a whole pint of chocolate ice cream with a spoon sticking out of it.
Her visit this time is less messy, yes, but no less chaotic. Upon noticing someone else has entered, she looks up, apple still in her mouth, and says,]
Oh. 'lo.
[A greeting, apple still in her mouth. Because of course. She does finish biting all the way through it and takes it out, at least, but does she bother to finish eating before she speaks? No. No, she talks with her mouth full as she gestures to the sandwiches with her knife.]
Want one?
[Tech room]
[It's been slow going since her very first few days on the Ximilia, each visit allowing her to get a little farther, but now she's got an almost entirely assembled lightsaber hilt sitting in front of her. Luke and Leia's are laid out to the side of it and she's sitting there in intense thought, tapping a delicate looking wrench against the table.
Tap tap tap, and then she sighs and crosses her arms on the table, lowers her head down to rest on them.
Can she really take apart the lightsabers of her Masters and repurpose them? Would they be angry with her?
Would they be proud that she took what they left behind and made it into something that reflected who she is?
Please pay no mind to the Jedi slumped over in the tech room surrounded by bits of metal and wire, it's just a tiny crisis of faith it's fine.]
LOCATION: various station locations
DATE: post-mission
CONTENT: decompression after the mission
WARNINGS: none as of yet, will add if necessary
[Sunlight room]
[Immediately after returning from the mission, this is where Rey goes. Her hammock is still hung up between two of the trees near the stream, she's glad to see, but even the sound of the water - clean and clear even if it is fake - isn't enough to temper her frustration.
Her anger. She's not frustrated, she's angry and not even the relative peace of the green is helpful when she knows it's all fake.
But it will have to do. She takes a seat, closes her eyes, and lets out an rushed breath before focusing on deeper breathing, trying to focus on the Force and the serenity she can find there.
It takes a long, long time. She fails many times and considers getting up to go break things in the simulation rooms, but finally, after nearly an hour, the last time she clothes her eyes and breathes out, she reaches the place she had been so desperate to find.
For anyone who enters the sunlight room after that, they'll find the peculiar sight of Rey sitting with her legs folded and her hands on her knees, floating a good ten feet off the air. She's frowning faintly, but she's at least in tune with the Force enough for this.]
[Kitchen]
[Her visit to the kitchen has gone much differently this time. Rather than tear the whole place apart and make messes on every counter as she plunders the cabinets for anything and everything she can find to eat, this time around she's very focused on her task.
This time, she's taking the time to gather things she knows she likes to make sandwiches. There's three made already, each one carefully placed to the side of the cutting board where she's slicing up another tomato for the forth sandwich only halfway assembled.
She's also currently got an apple in her mouth, the flesh bitten into and held between her teeth as she slices because apparently the act of not eating while she gets ready to eat is just too much to ask of her. There are other signs of her snacking as she made her actual meal too: a small bowl of berries, thinly sliced cucumber... a whole pint of chocolate ice cream with a spoon sticking out of it.
Her visit this time is less messy, yes, but no less chaotic. Upon noticing someone else has entered, she looks up, apple still in her mouth, and says,]
Oh. 'lo.
[A greeting, apple still in her mouth. Because of course. She does finish biting all the way through it and takes it out, at least, but does she bother to finish eating before she speaks? No. No, she talks with her mouth full as she gestures to the sandwiches with her knife.]
Want one?
[Tech room]
[It's been slow going since her very first few days on the Ximilia, each visit allowing her to get a little farther, but now she's got an almost entirely assembled lightsaber hilt sitting in front of her. Luke and Leia's are laid out to the side of it and she's sitting there in intense thought, tapping a delicate looking wrench against the table.
Tap tap tap, and then she sighs and crosses her arms on the table, lowers her head down to rest on them.
Can she really take apart the lightsabers of her Masters and repurpose them? Would they be angry with her?
Would they be proud that she took what they left behind and made it into something that reflected who she is?
Please pay no mind to the Jedi slumped over in the tech room surrounded by bits of metal and wire, it's just a tiny crisis of faith it's fine.]