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goneawayworld2020-05-11 08:08 pm
reydacted) wrote in goneawayworld2020-05-11 08:08 pm
Rey embarrasses herself in various venues - Open
Who: Rey + Open!
What: Rey’s various tryings and failings to decompress
Where: R&D labs, Halls, Gardens
When: Over the course of a few days before the corporate drone event
Warnings/Notes: Petulant children
1. Baby’s first lemon - Gardens
Farmer Bob could do without the parade of new hires, and here comes another one. This one’s a scrawny young woman whose eyes light up at the sight of all the plants and offers things like “I’ve never seen a farm” or “Stars, this is so much food.” Farmer Bob isn’t exactly talking back at Rey but that apparently isn’t enough to squash her side of the conversation as points and asks for names for various vegetables. He’ll grunt them out, and she’ll nod and offer an equivalent if she’s heard of one from her home and usually tack on “I’ve never tried that.” His response is just sort of a gruf try-them-in-the-mess-hall before she’s sent along her way.
She finds a yellow one, bright, colorful, and oh-so fragrant. She reaches up to touch one, and it’s so ripe that it practically falls off the branch in her hand.
Well. It’s definitely going to rot if she just leaves it on the ground so she might as well eat it so it doesn’t go to waste (and Rey would never.). She digs her fingernails into the tough rind and peels it back, so she can take a large, enthusiastic bite--
--Oh, that’s awful, her face twists into something foul while her mouth floods with sour. Her eyes dart around to make sure Farmer Bob still isn’t watching, but kriff is that another new hire? At least it’s easy enough to tell who is likely not to snitch on her based on who’s wearing coveralls. She spits out the bite into the dirt beds and quickly tries to bury the evidence. She holds a finger up to her lips at the new hire who saw her taste test indicating that she would appreciate some secrecy.
2. Communicators don’t float - Gardens or Halls
After Rey’s chat with Kylo, Rey understandably isn’t feeling like her normal self. Well, as normal as she could be on this rig, thrust once again into an unfamiliar world.
She’s trying so, so hard to not let it shake her. She needs to keep her walls up to keep him out. They had walked away from each other and there was no reality in which they didn’t part, the Force had not willed it.
But the Force willed them to come back together here.
She has her datapad perched on her knees while she’s sitting on the edge of a large hydroponic pool. It wasn’t too far from the baths but still a quiet, secluded spot in the garden where she felt she could be alone. She keeps opening and closing the messaging app. It’s not like it was a long conversation - just a handful of messages from either of them but there’s one she keeps scrolling to: It seemed like we were on the same page and the following, Yeah. I thought so too.
She swallows and closes it again before opening it again and throws her head, exasperated wondering why she is torturing herself about this again and letting out a loud, frustrated noise that is almost loud enough to block out the small splash of her communicator slipping out of her lap and into the water.
Almost.
She scrambles, hand reaching out to save it almost immediately but even Force-enabled reflexes are not enough to grab her communicator without falling rather gracelessly into the hydroponics tank. It’s shallow, so she bangs her elbow on the bottom before she emerges gasping and soaking wet. Even if no one witnessed it, she’s certain to run into a few folks as she’s trudging down the halls back to her quarters looking like she showered with her coveralls on.
3. This laser sword isn’t going to fix itself - R&D lab
Rey had found out that most new hires had any weapons on them confiscated when they arrived, but she had apparently been lucky that the nonfunctional broken pieces were apparently not enough of a threat to take it from her. She tucks it underneath her thin pillow in the evenings and then during the days takes it to a discreet corner of the lab she had convinced some techs to let her work mostly undisturbed, bluffing and saying that the execs had told her when she was hired that getting this fixed was her top priority. It was enough of a bluff to work, and she stays out of the way that it’s almost like no one knows she doesn’t really belong.
Although it probably helps that she… doesn’t do any actual work. No, she tinkers and picks up pieces and looks at wires intensely but each day she wonders if she’s actually going to get this repaired.
When, she has to assure herself. When she gets it repaired.
Even if she has… really no idea how to repair it. It’s not that she’s not mechanically inclined, and every Jedi before her had built their own saber right? But it’s disheartening to turn the broken pieces of kyber crystal in her hand. This saber had spoken to her when she first touched it, and she’s clearly unhappy it’s not saying much now. She succumbs to her defeat for a moment, folding her arms on the table and resting her head there, slumped over next to her work.
[ ooc: None of these work? Hit me up with a private plurk or on discord to plot something out. I will also do prose or brackets, with a slight preference for brackets ]
What: Rey’s various tryings and failings to decompress
Where: R&D labs, Halls, Gardens
When: Over the course of a few days before the corporate drone event
Warnings/Notes: Petulant children
1. Baby’s first lemon - Gardens
Farmer Bob could do without the parade of new hires, and here comes another one. This one’s a scrawny young woman whose eyes light up at the sight of all the plants and offers things like “I’ve never seen a farm” or “Stars, this is so much food.” Farmer Bob isn’t exactly talking back at Rey but that apparently isn’t enough to squash her side of the conversation as points and asks for names for various vegetables. He’ll grunt them out, and she’ll nod and offer an equivalent if she’s heard of one from her home and usually tack on “I’ve never tried that.” His response is just sort of a gruf try-them-in-the-mess-hall before she’s sent along her way.
She finds a yellow one, bright, colorful, and oh-so fragrant. She reaches up to touch one, and it’s so ripe that it practically falls off the branch in her hand.
Well. It’s definitely going to rot if she just leaves it on the ground so she might as well eat it so it doesn’t go to waste (and Rey would never.). She digs her fingernails into the tough rind and peels it back, so she can take a large, enthusiastic bite--
--Oh, that’s awful, her face twists into something foul while her mouth floods with sour. Her eyes dart around to make sure Farmer Bob still isn’t watching, but kriff is that another new hire? At least it’s easy enough to tell who is likely not to snitch on her based on who’s wearing coveralls. She spits out the bite into the dirt beds and quickly tries to bury the evidence. She holds a finger up to her lips at the new hire who saw her taste test indicating that she would appreciate some secrecy.
2. Communicators don’t float - Gardens or Halls
After Rey’s chat with Kylo, Rey understandably isn’t feeling like her normal self. Well, as normal as she could be on this rig, thrust once again into an unfamiliar world.
She’s trying so, so hard to not let it shake her. She needs to keep her walls up to keep him out. They had walked away from each other and there was no reality in which they didn’t part, the Force had not willed it.
But the Force willed them to come back together here.
She has her datapad perched on her knees while she’s sitting on the edge of a large hydroponic pool. It wasn’t too far from the baths but still a quiet, secluded spot in the garden where she felt she could be alone. She keeps opening and closing the messaging app. It’s not like it was a long conversation - just a handful of messages from either of them but there’s one she keeps scrolling to: It seemed like we were on the same page and the following, Yeah. I thought so too.
She swallows and closes it again before opening it again and throws her head, exasperated wondering why she is torturing herself about this again and letting out a loud, frustrated noise that is almost loud enough to block out the small splash of her communicator slipping out of her lap and into the water.
Almost.
She scrambles, hand reaching out to save it almost immediately but even Force-enabled reflexes are not enough to grab her communicator without falling rather gracelessly into the hydroponics tank. It’s shallow, so she bangs her elbow on the bottom before she emerges gasping and soaking wet. Even if no one witnessed it, she’s certain to run into a few folks as she’s trudging down the halls back to her quarters looking like she showered with her coveralls on.
3. This laser sword isn’t going to fix itself - R&D lab
Rey had found out that most new hires had any weapons on them confiscated when they arrived, but she had apparently been lucky that the nonfunctional broken pieces were apparently not enough of a threat to take it from her. She tucks it underneath her thin pillow in the evenings and then during the days takes it to a discreet corner of the lab she had convinced some techs to let her work mostly undisturbed, bluffing and saying that the execs had told her when she was hired that getting this fixed was her top priority. It was enough of a bluff to work, and she stays out of the way that it’s almost like no one knows she doesn’t really belong.
Although it probably helps that she… doesn’t do any actual work. No, she tinkers and picks up pieces and looks at wires intensely but each day she wonders if she’s actually going to get this repaired.
When, she has to assure herself. When she gets it repaired.
Even if she has… really no idea how to repair it. It’s not that she’s not mechanically inclined, and every Jedi before her had built their own saber right? But it’s disheartening to turn the broken pieces of kyber crystal in her hand. This saber had spoken to her when she first touched it, and she’s clearly unhappy it’s not saying much now. She succumbs to her defeat for a moment, folding her arms on the table and resting her head there, slumped over next to her work.
[ ooc: None of these work? Hit me up with a private plurk or on discord to plot something out. I will also do prose or brackets, with a slight preference for brackets ]
talking to rey is like talking to adora without the emotional baggage
"Been there, done that," she says with a groan, her eyes rolling. "There's someone I know from home here, too."
they deserve a break from the baggage tbh
"We just have... some history, I guess." Putting it mildly there, but Rey really isn't in a place where she's fully figured out her own feelings at the matter and oscillates between being angry with him and being angry that he takes up so much space in her brain. "I don't know about you but they managed to pick the one person who makes this even more complicated."
Re: they deserve a break from the baggage tbh
"I'll deal with it though. No big deal."
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And Rey has never really been able to talk about this particular person without raising suspicion so perhaps that is egging her on too.
"Yeah," she offers sympathetically. "We um..." She twists her face searching for the right word, "Had a truce I guess. We fought but then worked together but now..." there's something on Rey's face that probably makes it obvious that's a vast oversimplification but she shrugs and presses on. "Like you said, just have to deal with it."
no subject
"She's always been so focused on... being the hero, you know? She tries to do everything. For everyone. She never lets herself just--just be what she wants or do what she wants. And I don't think..." Catra growls under her breath as she tries to collect her thoughts and can't seem to make them focus.
"I don't think she gets how I feel."
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Calm. Control. Those were supposed to be the qualities a Jedi had right? Rey can do that.
"Maybe..." Rey sort of rolls the word around her mouth indecisively, trying to not let her defenses go up in too much of an obvious way. "Obviously I don't know what she's thinking, but--" She tips her head, eyes squinting but unfocused at some indeterminate and really meaningless place that is not Catra. "Maybe she doesn't know how to be everything needs her to be."
Her hands sort of twist in her lap again and she taps her heel, the most minor outlets of the sudden onslaught of nervous energy she's feeling talking about people from home and well-- feelings. Complicated feelings.
"Or maybe she's scared."
no subject
"Probably? I mean, I know she gets scared. And..." She exhales sharply. This is stupid. Why is she talking to Rey about it? And yet, she continues.
"She always has to take everyone's problems on her shoulders, the idiot."