OPEN.

[ex_brainstorm70]

WHO: Bodhi & various people!
WHERE: All around the place!
WHEN: Some pre- and post- event stuff.
WHAT: Open prompts: Bodhi and food, Bodhi admiring ships. Closed starters: Pre-mission jitters, post-mission reuniting.
WARNINGS: Threads with Jyn/Cassian/K2SO will almost definitely contain spoilers for Rogue One, otherwise I will ask you to opt into spoilers if the thread heads that way.

open prompt: the hangar (pre-event)
Bodhi adjusts his goggles as he peers up at the ship. The fact that the hangar bay he's standing in is vast enough to encompass so many is a wonder in and of itself, but right now his interest is in this ship in particular. It's nothing like the fighters he learned to pilot in the Academy, or the cargo ships he has been flying for half a dozen years or so.

"Sorry," he says reflexively, when he notices someone looking back. "Is she yours? She's beautiful."


open prompt: the market (during event)
It's a couple of days before he ships planetside for the research he volunteered for, and Bodhi is feeling Cassian's absence the most in the lack of his cooking right now (and the sleepy morning warmth, and his ability to coax something like a smile out of Jyn, and his easy encouragement to talk, and and and --)

The market is still a wonder to him. Bodhi had grown up poor, and Jedha didn't have much more to feed its inhabitant than spirituality and sand. As a cargo pilot he'd had more money to buy imported food, but long-haul flights out to distant moons meant he rarely ate fresh, and the Imperial cafeterias were... well, the less said about them the better. So having both the income and availability to have fresh fruit. Well. He reared up a little at his first tomato.

Right now he's bought something already made, though, a luxury of greenery and nuts, and he sits alone and eats it reverently, watching the people passing with bright, intelligent eyes, chin in his hand and elbow on the table, the top of his jumpsuit rolled down to his waist.

Comments

[ouzel]

It was...a shitshow. [ Cassian makes a face and nods. It was a shitshow, honestly. ] We were days away from the object we were tracking down, got cut off from the rest of the group, had communication problems...

[ He sighs, gestures at the air. ] There were mines.

But we got whatever it was they wanted so badly.

[realists]

[ jyn does indeed elbow bodhi, as if telling him to stop gloating. she thinks bodhi rook deserves all the good things in the world and cassian is such a good thing, but gosh! ]

You've faced worse odds, I'm not surprised. [ they got the plans for the death star, after all, and somehow, miraculously, transmitted them. admittedly, someone else saw to the actual destruction of the death star, but still. they did that. of course any team cassian was on was going to achieve their objective.

she's not biased.

but it's then that she notices again that he's not in the best shape and she allows herself to focus on it, using her grip on his arm to steer him toward a one of the ship's seats. ] You look like shit. Tell him he looks like shit, Bodhi.

[ he might not listen to jyn but bodhi is a pure, opalescent treeshark. ]

[ex_brainstorm70]

Well I mean, comparatively, you do look a bit worse for wear right now.

[ Which is a very tactful and delicate way of ganging up on him. Because Cassian looks like he's been through the wars, but also he's too objectively pretty to look like shit under any circumstance. ]

Perhaps you should rest.

[ Doctoring isn't his strongest skill set. ]

[ouzel]

Stop ganging up on me, [ Cassian says with utterly no intention of actually convincing them to stop. He does flex his fingers a little, wincing at the pain as it moves up to his wrist and then his elbow. ] I'll rest later.

[ When all three of them are tired and he feels like he can actually get some sleep.

He does, however, sit and look up at the two of them. If he smiles, it's because he's fond, and a little happy perhaps.

Perhaps. ]

What did you guys do while I was gone?

[realists]

[ jyn glances at bodhi, looks back at cassian. ]

Nothing.

[ liar liar, she suspects mr can't even tell cassian he looks like shit is going to spill the beans anyway so she doesn't feel bad about lying for all of three seconds, though she does wince a little as he flexes his hand. she should apologize. ]

Thank you for listening to me. [ her father had told bodhi to be brave and here was jyn telling cassian the exact opposite. she idly wonders how her parents would feel about that. ]

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ Bodhi sits back next to him, reading back against the wall and drawing up one knee. ]

Nothing apart from all the research we did.

[ Which is somewhere between agreeing with Jyn and being a blabbermouth, since he isn't explicitly mentioning the planet but he also isn't being all cagey and weird. Why would they ever lie to each other, is the way he sees it, aware that the other two have lacked the luxury of trust for a long time. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian gives Jyn a look because he's not foolish - nothing means for sure they got up to something, but Bodhi's answer goes a long way to making him feel less concerned about it. ]

Did you have fun?

[ Were they safe, that's the real question. ]

[realists]

[ she kicks cassian's boot lightly, giving him a patient look in return. look, kettle, you can't call the pot black if both pot and kettle were on the same planet and the kettle was in loads of danger and came back looking like shit. ]

We collected dirt and sand, it wasn't especially stimulating, no. [ with a crinkle of her nose, she turns to find the first aid kit because she's not going to tell cassian to go to the medbay, but he does look like crap. ]

[ex_brainstorm70]

[ Is it time to take care of the bae. Cassian does look like he could use a bandage or two — Bodhi doesn't know anything about medicine but he can go and get a damp cloth, to gently wipe off any encrusted blood or just press all cool over bruises and abrasions. ]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian...is not used to being fussed over, not even a little bit, and so he almost immediately wants to move, or take the cloth, or tell them he's fine; but this is part and parcel for what he just asked for, isn't it? Instead he presses his lips together and allows himself to shut his eyes as Jyn searches and Bodhi gently handles his face. ]

I probably have a concussion, [ he admits. ]

[realists]

Of course you do, [ jyn breathes, as exasperated as everyone usually sounds about her. she unearths the med kit with a satisfied frown, tucking it under her arm and bringing it back to her boys. ]

Maybe next time open with that.

[ it's easy to fall into the familiarity of patching up cassian, even if they've never done this before together -- jyn's had plenty of practice from the partisans -- they move with ease around each other. she knows that you're meant to keep someone with a concussion awake, but there's nothing saying you can't do it in bed so when all of cassian's injuries are taken can of, she drags them both to bed, playing with cassian's hair while she and bodhi actually tell him about their research. it's boring, but it works well enough. ]