OPEN ø shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver

[indecisions]

WHO: rey + anyone!
WHERE: hangar / atrium / misc
WHEN: 6-9th? the first few days of her arrival
WHAT: rey arrives, immediately starts sticking her nose where it doesn't belong
WARNINGS: n/a, will update as needed


[ THE HANGAR ]

( it comes as no surprise to rey that it takes no time at all for her to end up surrounded by ships. she's still not entirely convinced that this isn't some weird first order trick, but if it isn't then it's just plain weird. either way she's happiest when she's around vehicles, so that's where rey ends up. the place may be strange but this isn't, and the smell of the hangar is immediately familiar to her. it even manages to tease a smile out of her otherwise scowly face.

at any given point she can be found nosing around various ships. mostly she's content to just lurk from the outside, but occasionally she'll push her luck and climb up the outside to get a better look at things. she's got her mask on though, so there's maybe some plausible deniability if she gets caught? maybe. probably not, honestly.


she starts warming up to the area quite quickly, enough so that she's happy to start experimenting a little with the tools available. there's things that need fixing all over the place -- including the workers -- and rey very ""helpfully"" invites herself to join the crew. is she useful? yes. has she been in any way invited to join in with repair work? no. not at all. she also has some very specific ideas about how exactly some parts should be fixed, which she is glad to make known very loudly. feel free to stop the girl arguing with an actual robot at any point, because she's not looking likely to calm down.


as the days begin to wind down, rey should probably find her bunk. and yet here she is, still lurking in the hangar working away. when she's finally tired enough to call it quits, she just finds a ship with their entrance open and sleeps just inside the main doors. sorry to anyone who actually owns it, rey's only planning on staying a few hours at most, she swears. )

[ THE ATRIUM ]

( this place transfixes her for entirely the opposite reasons to the hangar. growing up on jakku, rey has barely experienced greenery like this, so she becomes kind of obsessed with the rooms. she mostly avoids the zen gardens and sand, not because it bothers her so much as having very little interest in the place, but the gardens.

well she just adores the gardens.

rey is pretty much always barefoot when she's in here, practically running around like a kid in a candy store. her eyes are alight, beaming completely unhindered as she explores every nook and cranny of the place. when she's done that she climbs a tree and sets herself up for a while, idly watching the other people visiting the atrium from her vantage point. it's not at all creepy, she swears. occasionally she might drop her head out of the foliage to greet a stranger, but for the most part she stays hidden. she loves it up here. )

[ SOMETHING ELSE? ]

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Comments

[brightline]

[It's funny, but the Rachel has definitely started to feel like home, despite the fact it's smaller and more cramped than his mansion back on Earth, and completely lacks a pool. It should probably feel pretty lonely without anyone around, without Tobias or Jake, Jake's recruits, or even Menderash, but he's pretty much okay most of the time. No one to cramp his style, no one to worry when he has a loud nightmare, no one to bother him about watching the same movie 50 times in a row or listening to one of his ex-girlfriends' obnoxious techno-pop albums.

All in all, it's pretty great. High-tech but cozy. Private.

In fact, he's gotten in the habit of wandering around wherever he wants without worrying too much about it, just like he's doing right now - toothbrush in his mouth, his phone in his hand as he scans the network, humming a tune under his breath. It's the movement of the door that catches his eye, and his head jerks up.

Standing right in front of him is some hell-creature in a weird mummy mask with huge insectoid goggles who looks like he (or she?) is trying to make a quick getaway. For half a second, Marco stands still, wide-eyed, mouth hanging slightly open, and then he screams - once, quick, high-pitched - and scrambles backward.]

Holy crap, man! Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't just sneak into a guy's ship like this! What the hell?!

[indecisions]

You snuck up on me!

( it takes her a moment to remember that he's the one who's allowed to be shocked and annoyed right now, not her. for a second she's all panicked frustration, the closed door immediately making her feel trapped, and it translates into her indignant little outburst. she does realise quite quickly that she's in the wrong though, and spins around to face the guy.

she'd planned on doing gruff voice play up the weird look card to try and muscle her way out, but now she's actually taking the time to get a look at him she thinks that maybe that's not necessary. she's got a good four inches on the guy, and even though height isn't exactly a perfect judge of a person's ability to beat you up and call the weird space cops, she feels a little more at easte all the same. )

Sorry, ( she hesitates a moment, then shoves her goggles up onto her head. ) there was a door open.

( this does not justify just walking in, of course, but she says it with a kind of finality that implies she thinks it's more than enough of an excuse. )

[brightline]

Dude, this is my ship!

[It comes out way more high-pitched and squeaky than he'd like, but hey, he's still riding the adrenaline rush of running into a mummified stranger in his home, so who can blame him. A moment after he speaks, though, he realizes that the voice he heard is not so much a 'dude' as a 'chick' and his brow raises high.

Pulling his toothbrush out of his mouth, he gestures at her with it, in a vague sort of way as she pulls up her goggles.

And hello. She's surprisingly cute under all the layers of cloth and creepy bug-goggles. Pretty face, from what he can see anyway. Some of the tension goes out of him and he rests a hand on his hip.]

Like that's an excuse. Anyway, you're lucky you're cute, because I will totally make an exception for that. Besides the open door, why'd you come in here anyway?