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.

--

[ 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]

Without thinking, she looks down at her own hands. Pale and thin with cracked nails and bruised knuckles from a bad dream that made her lash out into a wall before Cassian calmed her down. She could have done with Maia's synthskin gloves still. They're an artist's hands or a scientist's, precise and careful and incomprehensibly strong.

She is neither, dreams plucked from her before they could fully form.

Looking up again, a crease sprouts between her eyebrows. "Airplane. You must be pre-spaceflight." Airplanes are just fairy tales, stories of uncivilized civilizations before any scientific renaissance that brought them into the galaxy. It's almost silly, how humans thought they were the only ones.

[straycloud]

"So I've been told. Isn't that the strangest thing?" Koumyou finally turns back around after narrowly averting a stumble. "All the possibility out here. There are so many people here that shine like stars, and I'm glad I get to reach out to them."

There's much he should do back in Shangri-la, but it could wait. It had to, clearly, but he'd return to it. Abruptly, he turns his attention to a storefront, grinning broadly. "Aha! We're here."

[realists]

He sounds so much like Chirrut, nonsense that only makes half sense, that it makes her chest ache. She half expects him to speak to the willing spirit of the Force surrounding them, but the rational part of her knows that the Force is unknown to him. Maybe it's still unknown to her. She doesn't know.

Her eyes flicker to the front of the shop and she pulls a face at the brightness, the pastels and glistening glass windows. It's unlike most things she's seen, but then, nearly everything on the ship is unlike anything she's seen. Mostly the food.

"We'll find yarn here?"