open ( ☄ ) across the sea of space, the stars are other suns.

[realists]

WHO: Jyn Erso & YOU
WHERE: Around the ship
WHEN: The first few days after her arrival (Dec 28-31)
WHAT: Getting her bearings, exploring, etc, etc.
WARNINGS: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS PROBABLY; mark in the subject line if you don't want them and I will steer clear. I will match format as well, so come at me.

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[ 001 - HANGER BAY ]

Jyn knows something familiar from home is in that hanger bay and it drives her insane that she can't reach it. Which is probably what draws her back to the door morning after morning, checking to see if the doors will open.

They do not. She kicks them. They still do not open.

Something something put your freakin' dog tags on and get over it, Erso later and she gets inside to peer at the other ships, but mainly it's to throw herself on Cassian's U-Wing and just sit there. It's a study of pointlessness since she can't go anywhere on it, but it's from home and that's all that really matters.

[ 002 - TRAINING FACILITIES ]

Her trips to the training facilities garner better results, at least if you consider siphoning off excess energy through a violent explosion of fists and feet to be something better. The training dummies fare better than, say, a person would, but it's honestly hard to tell if Jyn would pull her punches with a person. She works herself until her limbs are shaking and her muscles are strained to breaking point and then simply moves on to the next apparatus.

The circuit she makes quickly becomes her standard, even when she ventures into the gym late into the night. Boxing, running, climbing, running again.

She's hooked into the climbing wall when her fingers slip and she goes flying down before the auto belay catches her and jerks her to a stop with a hastily aborted shriek of surprise. She kicks the wall. It does nothing.

"Damn it!" She jerks on the belay to lower herself down but finds herself... stuck. Which is just great. She jerks at it again. Jerks at it gently like maybe if she is nice it will give in to her. Guess what? It doesn't. Stuck and only half unwilling to wrangle herself out of the harness to climb down freely, Jyn glances around for someone else to press the button from the bottom. She tips all the way back until she's basically upside down and calls out, "Hey! Could you give me a hand?"

[ 003 - SHOPPING CENTRE ]

Maybe, maybe, if her assigned job wasn't as an exterminator, Jyn would actually work. She has no particular distaste for bugs and parasites, but she also doesn't have any real need to work with them on a daily basis. Not being incredibly social doesn't mean she wants her companions to be bugs.

Still, she works at least one single, solitary shift for the extra credits only so she can paw around the shopping center without dragging Cassian away from his own job. His own much less generally offensive job. Meandering around a market is not something she ever had time for, usually striking with precision and retreating. Now she wanders, unsure of how to find what she's looking for.

The confusion doesn't look comfortable on her expression, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

Comments

[realists]

A mouse.

This is exceptionally funny to Jyn because of her assigned job, but there's only a ghost of amusement behind her eyes. Note to self, don't exterminate any mice. They might belong to this woman. Whatever a mouse is.

Her head shakes shortly, standing up from the open door and ducking her head as she steps out onto the hanger floor. "I wouldn't know. I don't know what a mouse is."

[juniberries]

She moves back a bit, making room for Jyn as she exits out of her ship. For a tick, Allura looks disappointed atthe response, eyebrows furrowing slightly with worry, but when the stranger says she doesn't know what a mouse is, she's more than willing to clarify just what it is she's looking for.

"Oh, perhaps you have a different name for them. A mouse looks like this." She turns the bouquet slightly in her arms to reveal the three brightly coloured space-mice just chilling. The smallest of the bunch waves up at Jyn.

"The one that's missing is pink, with bright red eyes."

[realists]

Jyn has never seen one of these downright adorable creatures in her entire life and she is charmed by it despite herself. They are offensively cute. Her life is a Greek tragedy so that's not much of a surprise she hasn't been privy to these creatures yet.

Her hand lifts automatically to wave back.

"I've never seen one of those before. We had droids that people called mouses, but they look nothing like these." They're equally adorable for droids, though, squeaking frantically when they are confused. Jyn doesn't know why they share a name, but she also hasn't heard the rainbow mice squeak yet.

[juniberries]

"Really?" She looks down at her mice, imagining robot mice more so than what the actual droids probably look like. Either way, it's cute imagery. "They were native to my home planet. Quite common too. But these mice are..." The last of their kind. The last of Altea. Like me. She doesn't say that out loud though, instead her smile simply wavers and she shakes her head. "...special to me."

Allura looks back up at Jyn. "Well, I don't think my friend could have gotten very far. You wouldn't mind checking inside your ship, would you?"

[realists]

"Sure." The explanation clarifies a bit more, making Jyn idly wonder about what this woman's planet was like that rainbow colored mice were common. They remind her a little of the rainbow of stuffed animals she had as a child before she fled Coruscant with her parents.

She quashes that swell of nostalgia immediately, gesturing back toward the ship as if inviting Allura to look around herself as well,. "You'll probably have better luck than I will."