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[ what's this? jyn grabbing him and dragging him back to their room and shoving him inside while she closes the door behind them? she's still dressed in her snow gear, scarf in her gloved hand, and she starts tugging it off immediately, wanting to get out of the wet clothing. ]
Sit.
[ she had everything prepared after her conversation with rey, but she feels like she is choking on what she has to say so she is taking it one step at a time. first step is cassian sitting down. ]
Sit.
[ she had everything prepared after her conversation with rey, but she feels like she is choking on what she has to say so she is taking it one step at a time. first step is cassian sitting down. ]
[ it only strikes him once she's pushed him inside their room that he didn't question her in the slightest the whole time she was yanking him along. he gives himself a moment to orient the situation, take in the sight of still bundled up; she's come from outside, in a rush, seemingly frantic but in neither a good or bad way? urgent in a way that captures his attention entirely. ]
[ he looks at her for a second. ] Why? Is everything all right?
[ he looks at her for a second. ] Why? Is everything all right?
[ halloween is still stupid and moonshine is still disgusting as far as jyn is concerned, but she has to admit that drinking with marcos was fun. it's been a very long time since she's had fun and it did remind her of the one night she was part of the group back at saw's compound, drunk off half a cup of fermented bantha milk.
eventually they're both able to walk, somehow, and jyn stumbles home. can she recall how she made it home? not at all. but she's standing in front of the building and the doorman helps her inside and into the elevator so she is fine. she makes it all the way up to the apartment leaning against the elevator wall and stumbles out into the hall.
no need for a key means she doesn't have to scratch up the door handle to get in, immediately veering into the bathroom to gulp some water out of the sink before she moves into the closet, abandoning her boots in the middle of the floor, dropping a shopping bag next to it and sweeping the door to the bedroom open with a flourish. ]
Hi! [ her voice is bright and her eyes are bright as she wobbles on her feet, still holding the door handle, but it's her smile that is brightest, looking at cassian like he is a best thing in the world. ]
eventually they're both able to walk, somehow, and jyn stumbles home. can she recall how she made it home? not at all. but she's standing in front of the building and the doorman helps her inside and into the elevator so she is fine. she makes it all the way up to the apartment leaning against the elevator wall and stumbles out into the hall.
no need for a key means she doesn't have to scratch up the door handle to get in, immediately veering into the bathroom to gulp some water out of the sink before she moves into the closet, abandoning her boots in the middle of the floor, dropping a shopping bag next to it and sweeping the door to the bedroom open with a flourish. ]
Hi! [ her voice is bright and her eyes are bright as she wobbles on her feet, still holding the door handle, but it's her smile that is brightest, looking at cassian like he is a best thing in the world. ]
Edited 2019-05-14 22:50 (UTC)
[ he hears jyn come inside, and he knows it's jyn, because he's already figured out the different gaits of all his housemates. but there is something... off about jyn's, so much so that he almost gets up and goes to investigate, but she saves him the time with her dramatic entry into the bedroom. ]
[ oh. that's what it is. he can see it right away, that she's drunk. ]
[ or maybe not right away, it might take him a few seconds to get over being blinded by the wattage of her smile. ]
[ he sits up a little from where he's been perched on their lounge couch, as jyn has taken to calling it, having previously been reading like the old man he is while everyone else is out and about partying up. ]
[ jyn included. ] Hi. Do you need some help?
[ oh. that's what it is. he can see it right away, that she's drunk. ]
[ or maybe not right away, it might take him a few seconds to get over being blinded by the wattage of her smile. ]
[ he sits up a little from where he's been perched on their lounge couch, as jyn has taken to calling it, having previously been reading like the old man he is while everyone else is out and about partying up. ]
[ jyn included. ] Hi. Do you need some help?
[ daisy often forgets to eat lunch at work. it isn't a dietary choice or laziness; no, it's pure focus, a perhaps unexpected seriousness once she settles in to a code challenge or a busy stretch of programming. she simply gets distracted by her work, and by the time she realizes she's hungry, it's too late to leave and come back.
but knowing that she does it means she knows to remind others, which is why she messages jyn every so often to make sure she eats throughout the day. it's also how she comes to find out that jyn has a personal meal delivery service in cassian andor... and why daisy opts to message him this afternoon. ]
are you busy?
[ what's context between friends ]
but knowing that she does it means she knows to remind others, which is why she messages jyn every so often to make sure she eats throughout the day. it's also how she comes to find out that jyn has a personal meal delivery service in cassian andor... and why daisy opts to message him this afternoon. ]
are you busy?
[ what's context between friends ]
Why?
[ she might not give him context, but he sure is going to ask about it!! before he says anything about whether or not he's already got anything on his plate! besides if it was an emergency, cassian just assumes she would have started with that. ]
[ she might not give him context, but he sure is going to ask about it!! before he says anything about whether or not he's already got anything on his plate! besides if it was an emergency, cassian just assumes she would have started with that. ]
[ returning from her brief camping trip to the woods, jyn isn't in the same shape she left in. she's not in desperate need of a medi-unit or whatever those things are called, but she is looking worse for wear. a familiar enough look for cassian, like she walked out from a fight with half a dozen storm troopers.
she's being careful, tiptoeing down the hall of the apartment building and trying more than once and with growing frustration to convince the front door that she lives here. her name is on the lease! eventually the door slides open and jyn continues to gingerly make her way to her bedroom, grateful no one is the kitchen to stop her.
she likes daisy and illya but she doesn't want to talk to anyone.
by the time she makes it to the bedroom door, it has already swung open to reveal cassian's worried expression and before she can think to say anything, she ducks under his outstretched arms holding the door open and curls her arms around him. ]
she's being careful, tiptoeing down the hall of the apartment building and trying more than once and with growing frustration to convince the front door that she lives here. her name is on the lease! eventually the door slides open and jyn continues to gingerly make her way to her bedroom, grateful no one is the kitchen to stop her.
she likes daisy and illya but she doesn't want to talk to anyone.
by the time she makes it to the bedroom door, it has already swung open to reveal cassian's worried expression and before she can think to say anything, she ducks under his outstretched arms holding the door open and curls her arms around him. ]
Edited 2019-07-07 03:16 (UTC)
[ cassian is very in tune with when people go in and out of the apartment, and he's starting to recognize foot patterns. daisy and jyn are alike enough that he confuses them on occasion, but illya's are easily noticed. ]
[ he hears shuffling through the house, trying to remember if daisy had left for her to come back. but then it starts through the closet, he climbs to his feet and rushes for the door. he slides it open, wide-eyed and worried, gaze landing on jyn. ]
[ he only has a few moments to take in the sight of her, a little battered and worse for wear, before she sweeps in for a hug, and cassian wraps his arms around her too, pulling her in gently if not utterly relieved to have her back. he takes one step back, just to avoid either of them getting hit with the door, but otherwise he just holds her carefully and mindful of any potential wounds, letting out a sigh that sounds like he's been holding it in for three days. ]
You are back.
[ he hears shuffling through the house, trying to remember if daisy had left for her to come back. but then it starts through the closet, he climbs to his feet and rushes for the door. he slides it open, wide-eyed and worried, gaze landing on jyn. ]
[ he only has a few moments to take in the sight of her, a little battered and worse for wear, before she sweeps in for a hug, and cassian wraps his arms around her too, pulling her in gently if not utterly relieved to have her back. he takes one step back, just to avoid either of them getting hit with the door, but otherwise he just holds her carefully and mindful of any potential wounds, letting out a sigh that sounds like he's been holding it in for three days. ]
You are back.
Edited 2019-07-07 16:17 (UTC)
[ being out in public hasn't gotten much easier. he's not constantly looking over his shoulder anymore but he is on his guard, aware of everyone around him and even the slightest bump or jostle causes an uptick in his heartbeat.
but, he thinks things are getting better. he's getting more sleep and though he'd lost one job, he's working on getting another with jyn's help. so, marcos thinks it's going better. a little more time and maybe he'll totally forget about what happened.
he's been bouncing between places, sometimes staying in a rented room at a brothel, sometimes in jyn's closet just to make sure he can't be tracked and that no one in the safehouse is endangered.
today, he's hoping there's some space in jyn's closet because he's tired and weary and he just wants to sit down and rest. there's a fountain near their apartment that he knows is there and he's started walking past without looking. if he can just get past it, he's okay.
today, there are people ringing the fountain, chatting and eating and just generally enjoying the warm evening. marcos hunches his shoulders and speed up but he doesn't get by before one person gets a little rowdy with his date and tries to splash her.
except he misses and splashes marcos. it's not a lot of water but it hits his face, his eyes, his nose and he's right back on that board, right back to feeling like he can't breathe. he gasps and lurches forward, trying to get out of sight of all these people.
he ends up with one shoulder against the corner of the building, hurriedly trying to wipe the water off. his lungs suddenly feel like they're burning, like they're drowning and while he knows that's not true, he can't stop his mind from thinking it's true.
he just has to breathe. or...wheeze as it is. he just has to catch is breath and he'll be fine. ]
but, he thinks things are getting better. he's getting more sleep and though he'd lost one job, he's working on getting another with jyn's help. so, marcos thinks it's going better. a little more time and maybe he'll totally forget about what happened.
he's been bouncing between places, sometimes staying in a rented room at a brothel, sometimes in jyn's closet just to make sure he can't be tracked and that no one in the safehouse is endangered.
today, he's hoping there's some space in jyn's closet because he's tired and weary and he just wants to sit down and rest. there's a fountain near their apartment that he knows is there and he's started walking past without looking. if he can just get past it, he's okay.
today, there are people ringing the fountain, chatting and eating and just generally enjoying the warm evening. marcos hunches his shoulders and speed up but he doesn't get by before one person gets a little rowdy with his date and tries to splash her.
except he misses and splashes marcos. it's not a lot of water but it hits his face, his eyes, his nose and he's right back on that board, right back to feeling like he can't breathe. he gasps and lurches forward, trying to get out of sight of all these people.
he ends up with one shoulder against the corner of the building, hurriedly trying to wipe the water off. his lungs suddenly feel like they're burning, like they're drowning and while he knows that's not true, he can't stop his mind from thinking it's true.
he just has to breathe. or...wheeze as it is. he just has to catch is breath and he'll be fine. ]
[ cassian has been told, not in explicit detail, what happened to jyn's friends caroline and marcos, simple because cassian and jyn rarely have any secrets. they tell each other virtually everything, especially in the wind down before sleep. ]
[ but even if he hadn't known marcos had just been through something traumatic, cassian would still recognize the signs of it when he sees marcos hurrying away from the foundation near their apartment complex. he's been sleeping in their closet again on occasion, so he's not surprised to see him here, but worry creases in his brows. ]
[ he takes another look at the fountain, where the couple is splashing around in the water, not really caring about any passersby, and from the trajectory of marcos's zigzagged path, he presumes the other man was splashed - which immediately suggests water torture, given the way he's now sagging against the building. ]
[ cassian moves quickly but carefully, taking a long circled arc around so when he appears it'll be in marcos's vision and not behind him. ]
Marcos. [ his voice is low and calm, and he says the man's name from a distance so he doesn't startle him when he gets closer. he keeps his hands out and open, showing he has nothing in his grip, and his face is neutral if not concerned. ] I am going to reach out and wipe your face, all right?
[ but even if he hadn't known marcos had just been through something traumatic, cassian would still recognize the signs of it when he sees marcos hurrying away from the foundation near their apartment complex. he's been sleeping in their closet again on occasion, so he's not surprised to see him here, but worry creases in his brows. ]
[ he takes another look at the fountain, where the couple is splashing around in the water, not really caring about any passersby, and from the trajectory of marcos's zigzagged path, he presumes the other man was splashed - which immediately suggests water torture, given the way he's now sagging against the building. ]
[ cassian moves quickly but carefully, taking a long circled arc around so when he appears it'll be in marcos's vision and not behind him. ]
Marcos. [ his voice is low and calm, and he says the man's name from a distance so he doesn't startle him when he gets closer. he keeps his hands out and open, showing he has nothing in his grip, and his face is neutral if not concerned. ] I am going to reach out and wipe your face, all right?
[ he's got a mouthful of water when the text comes in, puffed out cheeks and all. it's a very close thing to sputtering all over, but naturally cassian swallows just in time. ]
[ maybe he heard jyn yelling about planets again?? ]
Jupiter is a gas giant, there isn't enough actual solid surface to support terraforming. How many times do you have to listen to Jyn explain it? We have been over this.
[ maybe he heard jyn yelling about planets again?? ]
Jupiter is a gas giant, there isn't enough actual solid surface to support terraforming. How many times do you have to listen to Jyn explain it? We have been over this.
Edited 2019-08-02 05:16 (UTC)
johnny's gone
[ did she ever tell him about johnny? dutch doesn't even remember. doesn't matter. she's drunk and johnny being gone isn't news, but he's still gone and she misses him and cassian is one of the few people here she thinks to talk to ]
[ did she ever tell him about johnny? dutch doesn't even remember. doesn't matter. she's drunk and johnny being gone isn't news, but he's still gone and she misses him and cassian is one of the few people here she thinks to talk to ]
[ she did tell him about johnny. it wasn't a lot, not in details, but cassian knows what he meant to her. she phrased it like they were a team, but he knows what she really meant - he was her family. ]
[ there is a very good chance she is texting him drunkenly right now, and if she's anything like him (which she is) there's a good chance this news isn't particularly new. ]
When?
[ there is a very good chance she is texting him drunkenly right now, and if she's anything like him (which she is) there's a good chance this news isn't particularly new. ]
When?
[ there's a scent of spices and perfume in the air, something heavy and a little intoxicating. there are heavy draperies in emerald colours on the walls and rich carpets on the floor. the room is large — or at least seems that way.
in the middle of the room lies a weapon. on one side is a man tied to a chair, struggling against his bonds. on the other side, there's a young girl. she, too, is tied to a chair. she, too, is struggling. crying. pleading. ]
Please, Khlyen. I don't want to kill him.
[ khlyen stands to the side. he's watching the scene before him, expression sympathetic even though he makes no move to help little yala. ]
It's you or him, little bird. [ his tone is gentle. advising. there's steel beneath it. ] Never let it be you.
[ yala is crying in earnest now. the man has managed to free one arm and is trying to undo the knots holding the other, scooting the chair forward toward the weapon. there's blind panic in his eyes. ]
I can't - [ yala is struggling against the bonds holding her, too. ]
You can. [ khlyen tells her. ] Remember your lessons. Divorce yourself from your feelings, Yala. Master your fear.
[ it's a familiar lesson. yala closes her eyes, sobs quieting — and then deliberately dislocates both her shoulders with a hard snap so she can slip from her bonds, so she can grab the weapon first and kill the man. there are tear tracks on her cheeks still, but her eyes are cold and her expression is empty. ]
in the middle of the room lies a weapon. on one side is a man tied to a chair, struggling against his bonds. on the other side, there's a young girl. she, too, is tied to a chair. she, too, is struggling. crying. pleading. ]
Please, Khlyen. I don't want to kill him.
[ khlyen stands to the side. he's watching the scene before him, expression sympathetic even though he makes no move to help little yala. ]
It's you or him, little bird. [ his tone is gentle. advising. there's steel beneath it. ] Never let it be you.
[ yala is crying in earnest now. the man has managed to free one arm and is trying to undo the knots holding the other, scooting the chair forward toward the weapon. there's blind panic in his eyes. ]
I can't - [ yala is struggling against the bonds holding her, too. ]
You can. [ khlyen tells her. ] Remember your lessons. Divorce yourself from your feelings, Yala. Master your fear.
[ it's a familiar lesson. yala closes her eyes, sobs quieting — and then deliberately dislocates both her shoulders with a hard snap so she can slip from her bonds, so she can grab the weapon first and kill the man. there are tear tracks on her cheeks still, but her eyes are cold and her expression is empty. ]
[ it becomes quickly apparent to cassian that this is not his dream, and he spares a moment to hope they don't all wake up on a train to another snow buried city. he doesn't recognize the place, the people, the setting, but the atmosphere already has him on edge. ]
[ he feels like he should know, as he watches it unfold, and the longer the scene carries on the more he suspects. it's the way the man speaks and talks under a guise of teaching, it's a tiny little girl being trained to kill, and how similar 'yala' sounds to 'yalena.' ]
[ it's dutch, he realizes, only moments before the little girl dislocates her shoulders, and cassian frowns. he's too desensitized to violence to cringe, but it doesn't mean he can't be upset or sympathetic to what he's witnessing, for what she was turned into against her will. ]
[ it's the real dutch he finds standing near him seconds after the murder, but he's still gathering up his thoughts. she was so young, just like she told him. but then again, so was he. ]
Khlyen is a terrible name.
[ he feels like he should know, as he watches it unfold, and the longer the scene carries on the more he suspects. it's the way the man speaks and talks under a guise of teaching, it's a tiny little girl being trained to kill, and how similar 'yala' sounds to 'yalena.' ]
[ it's dutch, he realizes, only moments before the little girl dislocates her shoulders, and cassian frowns. he's too desensitized to violence to cringe, but it doesn't mean he can't be upset or sympathetic to what he's witnessing, for what she was turned into against her will. ]
[ it's the real dutch he finds standing near him seconds after the murder, but he's still gathering up his thoughts. she was so young, just like she told him. but then again, so was he. ]
Khlyen is a terrible name.
[ daisy sleepwalks. not often, not all the time, but enough to know: it's happened before, it will happen again. it comes most when dreams are strongest, when muscle memory and emotions propel her out of bed and onto the floor, and ends when she wakes, jolted from sleep by the end of a dream in terror or joy or something in between.
tonight, daisy walks: from her room to the living room, across the floor, to stand in the threshold of cassian and jyn's bedroom like a ghost haunting their sleep. she is dreamwalking into a room, too, but the room in her dream is dark, shrouded in shadows. like cassian in the bed, there is a man in the room, but his face is distorted, a blend of men's faces, the specificity unimportant.
what is important is the gun he holds out, the bullet it fires, the blood its trajectory spills from her stomach. what is important is the sudden pain she feels blooming in her gut. what is worse is the second bullet, fired as the gun prods itself into the wound.
she cries out, but in her dream, no one can hear her. she is dying, she is fading, she is crying out but no sound comes. (in life, she is falling to the ground too, but someone can hear her. that is, if they wake as well.) ]
tonight, daisy walks: from her room to the living room, across the floor, to stand in the threshold of cassian and jyn's bedroom like a ghost haunting their sleep. she is dreamwalking into a room, too, but the room in her dream is dark, shrouded in shadows. like cassian in the bed, there is a man in the room, but his face is distorted, a blend of men's faces, the specificity unimportant.
what is important is the gun he holds out, the bullet it fires, the blood its trajectory spills from her stomach. what is important is the sudden pain she feels blooming in her gut. what is worse is the second bullet, fired as the gun prods itself into the wound.
she cries out, but in her dream, no one can hear her. she is dying, she is fading, she is crying out but no sound comes. (in life, she is falling to the ground too, but someone can hear her. that is, if they wake as well.) ]
[ cassian has noticed this about daisy and sleepwalking. he is always aware of movement in the house, even on a vague level, and he has picked up on foot patterns just to make sure he knows when it's only daisy or illya. once he recognizes it's just her shuffling around the house, he can usually go back to sleep. ]
[ it's a very light sleep tonight, especially when she comes to stand in the doorway. it still doesn't stop him from walking through her dream and the abject horror of watching her being shot. ]
[ cassian is out of bed barely seconds after daisy hits the floor, at her side moments later. she hadn't screamed aloud, but he saw in her face how desperately she wanted, needed, help, and that combined with her fall to the ground whisks him quickly from his own sleep. he cups her shoulder over the fabric of her shirt and gently nudges her. ]
Daisy. Daisy. [ he is very Concerned and Worried but his voice is still calm, because that softer sound will be better to lure her out of sleep. he's prepared for whatever panic might follow, determined to pull her from the dream. ] Come back to New Amsterdam.
[ it's a very light sleep tonight, especially when she comes to stand in the doorway. it still doesn't stop him from walking through her dream and the abject horror of watching her being shot. ]
[ cassian is out of bed barely seconds after daisy hits the floor, at her side moments later. she hadn't screamed aloud, but he saw in her face how desperately she wanted, needed, help, and that combined with her fall to the ground whisks him quickly from his own sleep. he cups her shoulder over the fabric of her shirt and gently nudges her. ]
Daisy. Daisy. [ he is very Concerned and Worried but his voice is still calm, because that softer sound will be better to lure her out of sleep. he's prepared for whatever panic might follow, determined to pull her from the dream. ] Come back to New Amsterdam.
[ jyn has a box of paint stick in their closet, the walls dotted with unfinished projects because something keeps jyn from finishing the designs akshaya had taught her. grief or guilt or whatever, they remain unfinished, half-spoked mandalas. jyn doesn't bother to keep those covered while she is painting, careful only to throw up a neural tag to tell cassian (or marcos when he was there) that the paint is wet.
when she starts painting in their bedroom, it is hidden, tucked behind a sheet that she tacks to the wall behind their bed. it's it up for nearly two weeks, but one day cassian returns from work whilst jyn is in the bath and the sheet is gone.
painted on the wall is a handful of landscapes laced around with delicate starbursts like they are flying through a star field in hyperspace. the landscapes are memorable: a tiny home set nestled between snow capped mountains, a craggy beach with black sand and rolling green hills, a ziggurat surrounded by thick dense jungles, a golden desert with reddish-brown rock formations and glints of crystal, looming dark spires soaked with rain and illuminated with streaks of lightning, the most beautiful beach of white sand and clear blue seas. and a park, small and green, with a familiar tree. in each painting there is one similarity, a starbird, tying them all together. ]
when she starts painting in their bedroom, it is hidden, tucked behind a sheet that she tacks to the wall behind their bed. it's it up for nearly two weeks, but one day cassian returns from work whilst jyn is in the bath and the sheet is gone.
painted on the wall is a handful of landscapes laced around with delicate starbursts like they are flying through a star field in hyperspace. the landscapes are memorable: a tiny home set nestled between snow capped mountains, a craggy beach with black sand and rolling green hills, a ziggurat surrounded by thick dense jungles, a golden desert with reddish-brown rock formations and glints of crystal, looming dark spires soaked with rain and illuminated with streaks of lightning, the most beautiful beach of white sand and clear blue seas. and a park, small and green, with a familiar tree. in each painting there is one similarity, a starbird, tying them all together. ]
Edited 2019-11-11 05:28 (UTC)
[ she's been working on this project for some time, and cassian has spent the entire time curious, but he is also very patient. it's right there! he could peak! but it's like he's trying to prove to himself that he can wait. maybe he wants the surprise of it too. he doesn't often get to be surprised, he's too on top of... everything. ]
[ he comes home one day after work, and as far as he can tell only jyn is home, though the quietness of it puts her in the bathroom. he calls out a hello before slipping into their room, yanking off his work clothes and pulling on home clothes. it's only once he pulls the t-shirt over his head that he realizes the sheet is gone, and their wall has been painted. ]
[ not just painted. cassian can almost feel the affection and heart that went into it, the scattered familiar trees and beaches and planets of their life before this one, like it was leading right to here, where their new home is just together and this bed. he stares at it for a while, seconds and minutes ticking by and he feels so warm. ]
[ he breaks away from it eventually and makes his way to the bathroom, leaning against the threshold because she looks so at ease in the water and he feels so whole too. ]
Aren't you supposed to say surprise?
[ he comes home one day after work, and as far as he can tell only jyn is home, though the quietness of it puts her in the bathroom. he calls out a hello before slipping into their room, yanking off his work clothes and pulling on home clothes. it's only once he pulls the t-shirt over his head that he realizes the sheet is gone, and their wall has been painted. ]
[ not just painted. cassian can almost feel the affection and heart that went into it, the scattered familiar trees and beaches and planets of their life before this one, like it was leading right to here, where their new home is just together and this bed. he stares at it for a while, seconds and minutes ticking by and he feels so warm. ]
[ he breaks away from it eventually and makes his way to the bathroom, leaning against the threshold because she looks so at ease in the water and he feels so whole too. ]
Aren't you supposed to say surprise?
[ after bringing daisy to the medi-unit, jyn asks auden where cassian is and simply arrives at the business in question, a bike shop with a garage door opener on the fritz. she sweeps through the open front door, quickly locates cassian, and strides over to curl her arms around his waist when he straightens up to greet her.
she feels him stiffen against her, startled by the show of affection, but she also feels his arms encircle her without a moment of hesitation. ]
she feels him stiffen against her, startled by the show of affection, but she also feels his arms encircle her without a moment of hesitation. ]
[ even with the door open, cassian is still aware of when people go in and out, so he sees jyn almost immediately. she's moving fast enough that by the time he gets to his feet, she's there. ]
[ he is surprised when she goes in for the hug; she doesn't do this in public spaces, but the natural follow up is to return it and wind his arms around her, pulling her in. ]
Hi. This is a nice surprise.
[ he is surprised when she goes in for the hug; she doesn't do this in public spaces, but the natural follow up is to return it and wind his arms around her, pulling her in. ]
Hi. This is a nice surprise.
[ Cassian can have this dream anytime in the next IC month. ]
The dream begins like this, with a question:[ This is a sequel of sorts to dreams 002 and 003! ]Who are you?
You feel as if you knew once. Once you slipped away, unseen, unbothered. You were allowed to rest without the weight of the world making demands of you. You pulled back as the others did. Your creation changed – evolved – altered itself, bit by bit. You're certain: you were a part of this.
But who are you now?
Where are you?
The room is cold. The air is stale.
You're everywhere.
First, you're strapped into a bed.
Then, you're caught inside of an – object. A unit of some kind, the low hum of sound greeting you.
Then, you're set in the center of the room, sedated, unable to think or process or understand, as a device nears your sternum (should you have bones? a physical form? it's wrong –)
They call it the "Swiftlet."
It plunges into your chest. You know what it wants to do. It wants to decide what to do, control your movement, your actions, where you're going – what comes next for you. They did that once, splintering you, cutting you into tiny pieces because you're mercurial, uncontrolled, flow and movement. They direct you again, take you from where you are, where you've chosen –
You won't do this. You won't go. You can be whole again.
Not again not again not again.
You feel yourself breaking again.
Not again.
Not.
Again.
Throughout the white, sterile building, the many consciousnesses connect, coming to life. Proximity is what does it. Bit by bit. They awaken and they move in unison, lunging for their – who are they?
Who are you?
A woman dies by your hand. By the piece of metal in your hand.
Another runs for the exit, but is cut down.
The doors seal. A gas fills the chambers throughout the facility. Everything stops.
Everything being:Little pockets of air on fire.The hum of the facility, of the machine around you, of everything – it dims and vanishes.
The ground begins to shift and tremble, ever so slightly, beneath a medi-unit.
The hand of one person leeching life from the nurse before them.
And more.
Who are you now?
You hadn't started to figure it out.
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If I remember correctly, you've got an interest in cyberkinetics. I've wound up with some pretty dated documents, but they might prove interesting to you anyway. For what it's worth, this design isn't too far off the implant I have for interfacing with AI. It probably worked.
[ attached are the files she'd been sent. whether cassian gets something interesting out of the documents or not, having someone from a different universe looking at them isn't going to hurt. ]
[ attached are the files she'd been sent. whether cassian gets something interesting out of the documents or not, having someone from a different universe looking at them isn't going to hurt. ]
Do you mean an implant you already had from your own world, for AI? For clarity's sake.
These are from about 500 years ago by the Earth's calendar, around the same period as this planet's AI war. It started when a home security AI known as Elysium killed 50 families. Such a decision feels like it would fit in neatly with the software development these messages are talking about.
These are from about 500 years ago by the Earth's calendar, around the same period as this planet's AI war. It started when a home security AI known as Elysium killed 50 families. Such a decision feels like it would fit in neatly with the software development these messages are talking about.
[ it is lucky they can step from gate to gate, because jyn gets antsy on the train, she'd been a real butthead to deal with on the trips to new beijing and new tokyo -- the latter which she was unconscious for half of! half a day to new honolulu would have been The Worst. instead, they step out of the gate and find their hotel, checking in with forged quarantine docs and immunization records just in case. jyn immediately grabs cassian's hand to drag him to the beach, swapping her grip to catch his wrist with the sleeve of her thin cardigan pulled down over her hand once they are out of the privacy of their room.
no travel costs also meant they splurged on a beach front cottage so it isn't very long running down the street before they reach the beach. daisy had suggested they pick up "flip-flops" in preparation while they shopped for bathing suits, despite jyn's reluctance. the reluctance vanishes the moment her feet touch the sand and she hastily drops cassian's arm to snatch her sandals off.
the golden sand is warm under her toes, almost too warm, and the clear blue sea brings back a flood of memories, but there is no moon in the sky, much less a death star and this backwater dirt planet is too primitive to even have hyperspeed so something like the death star is nigh impossible. it only barely soothes the nerves that have her gripping cassian's wrist again, but it's enough to see her moving forward toward the waves lapping at the shore and the smell of salty air that reminds her of her entire childhood. ]
Come on. [ he is coming, she is impatient. ]
no travel costs also meant they splurged on a beach front cottage so it isn't very long running down the street before they reach the beach. daisy had suggested they pick up "flip-flops" in preparation while they shopped for bathing suits, despite jyn's reluctance. the reluctance vanishes the moment her feet touch the sand and she hastily drops cassian's arm to snatch her sandals off.
the golden sand is warm under her toes, almost too warm, and the clear blue sea brings back a flood of memories, but there is no moon in the sky, much less a death star and this backwater dirt planet is too primitive to even have hyperspeed so something like the death star is nigh impossible. it only barely soothes the nerves that have her gripping cassian's wrist again, but it's enough to see her moving forward toward the waves lapping at the shore and the smell of salty air that reminds her of her entire childhood. ]
Come on. [ he is coming, she is impatient. ]
[ jyn has been desperate to get to new honolulu ever since they discovered it existed. it was a lot more complicated before the gates, so as soon as that option opened up, they were off, traveling as a household to the city much faster than it would have taken by train. that much is nice about the gates. ]
[ he's wearing shorts and a tank top for the sunny weather, unable to forgo a shirt despite the heat and swimwear styles of this planet. his scar is just... too big. jyn's hand is warm in his, but it's happy too. excited and nervous at once before she switches to avoid actually touching him outdoors. ]
I am literally right here, Jyn. [ he sounds more teasing than annoyed as she drags him down in the sand, shoes already gone by the time they hit the water's edge. ]
[ he's wearing shorts and a tank top for the sunny weather, unable to forgo a shirt despite the heat and swimwear styles of this planet. his scar is just... too big. jyn's hand is warm in his, but it's happy too. excited and nervous at once before she switches to avoid actually touching him outdoors. ]
I am literally right here, Jyn. [ he sounds more teasing than annoyed as she drags him down in the sand, shoes already gone by the time they hit the water's edge. ]
I know you're at work
[ attached is a neatly drawn blueprint of one of the trains cassian works on everyday, it's not exact, but it's pretty accurate. except for the stick figure of a little person waving and the label pointing to it that says YOU! ]
[ attached is a neatly drawn blueprint of one of the trains cassian works on everyday, it's not exact, but it's pretty accurate. except for the stick figure of a little person waving and the label pointing to it that says YOU! ]
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