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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]

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. ]

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

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

oops. ]

I'm asking around — can you drive?

[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.]

[ 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. ]

text; un: stargirl

text; during the beach holiday

text | un; mal

text un: goodvibes

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

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