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[garbagepilot]

// rey

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text; un: stargirl

[bossily]

You're new to the Ximilia, aren't you?

Well, suppose I don't have to ask that. I know you are. I think I saw you in the kitchen before our most recent mission, but had been too focused on food to stop and say hello.

So this is me now, saying hello.








I'm Clara, by the way.

[#nailedit]

text; un: rey

[garbagepilot]

[This is, for Rey, one of the most difficult interactions she has ever faced.

It's been days now, weeks, and she would say she's settled into things as well as could be expected. She's been spending most of her days wandering, training to keep herself from getting bored, tinkering in the workshops. For the most part she's been sleeping in the sunlight room or the simulation room in a hammock strung from trees. That, to Rey, is normal.

Strangers reaching out to her to be so awkwardly polite is not normal. How do you even reply to this?

It starts several ways. At first she types out what do you want and why are you talking to me and deletes them both when she thinks about the fact that Finn would want her to try harder.

Leia would. This person, this Clara, deserves a little more than immediate distrust for something that is, even Rey has to admit, just something nice.

Her end result is not great.]

Hello. I'm Rey.

[#nailingittogether]

[bossily]

[oh this is more awkward than she intended it to be. normally she's so much better with meeting people and being the welcome wagon on the station.

this is a pretty big wake up call that she needs to get past her own current emotional state to step back into her usual role.

but for now, they're going to awkwardly get through this conversation together]

Thing is, I was thinking of trying a new recipe tonight. And I was hoping that maybe you'd be there to help me test it out.

[If all else fails, forging bonds over food is a surefire plan.]

[garbagepilot]

[Yep, that is definitely the right combinations of words to get her attention.]

What are you making?

[bossily]

It doesn't actually have a name yet?

I'm basically going to gather what ingredients we have on hand after the supply drop, take some vegetables from my garden, and put together something to feed a few dozen people.

There'll be cake involved, for lending a helping hand.

[garbagepilot]

That sounds like a bribe.

But it's working. Do you need help with the garden part?

text; during the beach holiday

[hatejakku]

Rey, I know a place where there's a lot of water. Where are you?

[ He's been on the beach for about an hour now and hadn't seen her. Probably missed her, though. He's been pretty lazy in his walking about. ]

text;

[garbagepilot]

The sunlight room. There's water here too but I don't feel you nearby.

text;

[hatejakku]

I'm in the sim room. If you want, come over when you have a minute. I can meet you at the door.

Re: text;

[garbagepilot]

I can come now. Do I need anything?

text;

[hatejakku]

Just yourself and clothes you don't mind getting wet in.

text | un; mal

[tochnyy]

have you managed to eat anything here that remotely resembles fruit yet?

[ a good bit of time after that left on read moment.

oops. ]

[garbagepilot]

[And the best way to address it?

Don't.

Don't address it.]

I haven't even been able to find anything that remotely resembles something GREEN. On the planet I grew up on all there was to eat was food like these pills but at least it had a taste.

[tochnyy]

i was hoping you'd surprise me. some one's bound to have an in for some of the real food they're said to have at the fancy meetings at chacier house.

best i can offer is some tea that's meant to be fruit flavoured.

[garbagepilot]

I suppose we could try a break in if you're feeling particularly larcenous today.

Tea does sound nice, though.

[tochnyy]

if i'm feeling what? [ sorry, rey, there's only one brain cell in here. ]

yeah?

text un: goodvibes

[aurable]

I'm asking around — can you drive?

[garbagepilot]

I can drive, yes. I can fly too if that applies to whatever you're asking for.

[aurable]

Both are certainly useful but the former

I need someone with experience if we need to commandeer something that can take a hit on this mission, or drive me or one of the others if the need arises

love the others to death but most of them aren't road worthy

[garbagepilot]

[It's possible that she is entirely missing what he's saying here.]

I can drive you around if you need it, then. I've never played chauffer but I think I can probably pick it up as we go. Are you planning a bank robbery?

[aurable]

oh

uh

No

I'm the car, I only need a competent driver if I'm incapacitated

action; sometime in the night! | cw: anxiety/panic attack-like symptoms

[groupiedrifter]

[Really, it's just a matter of Rey being in the right place at the right time. Newt has woken up from a pretty unpleasant dream, the kind that leaves you shaken to your core... but where most dreams are a relief to wake up from, because you know they're truly fiction? His only serve to send him into a paranoid spiral. He drags on a shirt and foregoes shoes, practically fleeing his room (for the first time in what feels like a long time-) and winds up pacing through the hallways like there's a fire to put out.

His fire, really. His metaphorical mental trashfire.

But he can't stop himself from feeling it. The ice-cold feeling that they're here, that they've always been here and they'll always be here, and that they'd somehow tricked them into only thinking the precursors had been vanquished. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head-]

Fuck you, you're gone, you're gone-

[As he turns the corner with haste, he ends up pretty much slamming into poor Rey.

Well, unless her Force skills warn her that some anxious pacer is about to run into her, anyway.]

[garbagepilot]

[She does try to be respectful when it comes to keeping tabs on things in the Force and this late at night, Rey had assumed that it wouldn't be all that likely that she'd be running into one, figuratively or literally, so when Newt barrels right into her it's only through the grace of her balance that she manages to stay on her feet, her hands coming up instinctively to grab onto Newt's arms to keep them both from toppling over as the momentum makes her stumble back a few paces but ultimately stay on her feet.

The initial annoyance is on her face, clear in the way her mouth immediately opens up so she can reprimand him, but once she sees him properly she frowns instead.]

Newton.

[No, he'd told her to call him-]

Newt. What's the matter?

[groupiedrifter]

[The first few moments with her, he almost seems to look through her, nearly wrenching his arms back out of her grasp. But then his eyes snap into focus behind his black-rimmed glasses, which have gone a little crooked after running into her, and he settles down into something one step under 'exploding powder keg'.]

I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine. [He waves a hand, and sounds more like he's trying to tell himself as much.] But I don't know if I'm fine, y'know? Like, I woke up, and it was probably just nightmares, but they always gave me those nightmares I could never remember. What if they're still in there, and I just can't remember they're in there? What if I'm still dangerous? If they were hiding in my head again, they could do something — they could come back and finish what they started—

[Sorry, Rey, he'll ramble until he's properly quieted.]

[farr]

[ one morning on the station, on each orber's door, the following hand-written note (in fancy calligraphy) will be taped:


the orber can choose to attend or simply listen in to the meeting when it occurs, or they may ignore it altogether. ]