[Honestly, whipping up a batch of cupcakes doesn't take all that long; even decorating them only eats up about half an hour of his time all up, so he can easily make it to Cassian's by early evening. He thought taking a cab would cut down on his likelihood of running into a ghost, but he was just like, super wrong.
By the time he makes it up to the 11th floor (no elevators), Barbara's ghost is ranting angrily behind him, gesturing at the roughly axed sized dent in his waist. The ghost has almost, but not quite, been cleft in twain.]
Did you kill little Jerry too, huh? Is that the kinda guys you are? Did you chop him in half? What about regular Jerry?
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I don't fucking remember, but we did kill Marvey. Twice. That fucker came back for round two and we got him again, so I dunno what you're hoping to achieve here, my dude.
[cassian is deliberating what to make for dinner when he hears the knock at the door. in his strange desire to surprise jyn with cupcakes he neglected to mention someone would be coming over, and it's not like they get visitors. maybe he should have gone with magic.]
[but she's burrowed in blankets and reading so he gets to the door first and doesn't say anything along the way. mostly because it sounds like taako is talking to someone outside too.]
[cassian opens the door only about two inches at first, warily looking out.]
[a ghost, of course. he doesn't know if that's better or worse than another actual person.] You've brought company.
[[ooc: The IPRE are throwing a dinner party at Casa Del Taaco! There will be a mingle going up November 18, which characters will know by the enchanted countdown on the invite (once it hits zero, illusory glitter will burst from the invite and Taako's voice will tell them that they're running late). The theme is speakeasy but characters are free to be relatively loose with it, just have fun! If your character would want to bring a plus one, please let their player know (you can let me know too if you’d like) so they can join in on the mingle when it goes up.
If you have any questions feel free to hit me up!]]
hoping i've got the right user, or this will get awkward fast. you and jyn want to come share a cabin with me, rey, and finn for this hygge celebration? thought it might be nice for all of us to be in one place.
[ while cassian is showering after their morning run, jyn settles a plain black flash drive on cassian's pillow with a note that says in jyn's neat, careful handwriting that says: ]
Play me.
[ there is also one spiced chocolate cupcake curtesy of taako with a note that says: ]
Eat me.
[ happy hygge holidays? she darts into the bathroom the second he is done so he can find her gift in peace. ]
[he sees the cupcake first by virtue of size and smiles at it absently, but the tiny flashdrive doesn't escape his attention, too attuned to the smallest of details. he picks up the drive with some confusion, looking back towards the bathroom where she hurried in and he understands immediately why she fled.]
[setting up the flashdrive, the music starts to play and cassian's stomach swoops out. she gave him a collection of music? he doesn't know why it's a question, but he does think he knows why his smile starts to widen as he just sits and listens to it.]
[he's still listening to it by the time she comes out, for the moment with his eyes closed, and he's only about halfway through the cupcake because he's savoring it. spiced chocolate, making him think nicely of home.]
[without opening his eyes, he speaks up very softly.] Come here. Please?
[ it's been a long month, between the festival of sadness and inexplicably getting sick, there's been a shiver of tension in the apartment. maybe it's being slapped in the face with their deaths and also their mortality, at the same time. they're dead, but they are alive; alive enough to get sick, it turns out.
the sickness has abated, at least, for a few days now and the house has been aired out and cleaned, the smell of citrus and spices still lingering from the deep clean. the windows are open, letting in the cool breeze and the fresh air, and curled up reading on the couch with her legs draped across cassian's lap, jyn feels good. healthy again, mostly strong again, alive again. it's strange that getting sicker than she'd ever felt in her entire life also made her feel like a living, breathing person again -- no longer a walking reminder of her own death.
the book is good but it's not engaging her for some reason and she flings it aside, landing with a soft thud on the chair, making a dismissive noise when cassian lifts his eyes from his own book. she leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and soaking in the quiet until cassian shifts to turn the page, reaching out to grab the datapad from his hands and carefully set it aside, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck just as carefully. ]
[what a very Long month. cassian has been sick before, but not like that, not in a way that kept him bedridden - or maybe he just isn't used to having the luxury of that choice. it was a very strange reminder that he's alive here, even as the festival kept reminding him he's dead.]
[he's spent a good chunk of the month thinking about that, thinking about all the people he once knew who are in the same boat, only without the luck of a strange quarantine afterlife. he'd been hesitant about the lanterns, but admittedly it was kind of cathartic.]
[he looks up when jyn tosses her book, but it's not very unusual. the stranger part is when she tugs his away, and he spares a moment to be grateful she doesn't give it the same throwing treatment. only a moment though, because then her lips are at his neck.]
Did you want something? [he's teasing, but his hand is already dancing towards her waist. come on jyn, come on over.]
[ jyn wraps cassian's gift and sets it neatly on the recently made bed once he's left for work. their shifts are a few hours apart today, which is stupid, but it also means he will be home before her and will have time to find his present without her presence. her favorite way to give gifts.
there is a note attached, curled around his leg and when unfurled reads: ]
I called him Mr Iggy but maybe a name change would be appropriate.
[ it's signed with her loopy, smooshed signature and a tiny blaster.
later, once they have tried out jyn's gift from the fountain, cassian comes home to find the ceiling over their bed is covered in constellations. some are from riverview, itself, some are from jyn's muddled memories of home. barely visible, mixed in between the constellations is one that jyn made on her own -- tiny golden stars linked together with thin gold thread that spells out
[ Cassian will be getting a package delivered right alongside Jyn's, naturally. Seeing as they live together and can take pretty similar stances on things possibly getting overtly emotional. Also like Jyn's, it will be sporting a tag that just says From Finn. The contents are:
A worry stone, which Finn was pretty picky about selecting. A little zen garden because. He's not totally sure why, it just looked nice.
[ middle of the week days off are jyn's favorite. usually most people are working so the communal housing is quiet and she can spend a couple hours on the balcony without worrying about the other people on the floor interrupting her solitude. not that they ever have, mind, but the possibility alone bothers jyn. she likes her privacy!
today was going to be a tea on the balcony afternoon but someone beat her to it and instead of engaging her floormates in coversation, jyn crawls back inside, careful to close the window before she starts complaining. ]
More than eleven floors and they have to be on my karking balcony.
[cassian barely even looks up from his reading; he's just that used to her ranting about inability to share the balcony like normal neighbors, though he supposes neither of them have ever really had neighbors before.]
[he doesn't bother pointing out they share the balcony either. that's a point he stopped trying to argue.]
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[ wouldn't bodhi be their captain in that case, since he was undeniably rogue one's pilot? ]
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[he's still the captain!! he was technically the superior officer to rogue one even if jyn had lead it beside him.]
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By the time he makes it up to the 11th floor (no elevators), Barbara's ghost is ranting angrily behind him, gesturing at the roughly axed sized dent in his waist. The ghost has almost, but not quite, been cleft in twain.]
Did you kill little Jerry too, huh? Is that the kinda guys you are? Did you chop him in half? What about regular Jerry?
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I don't fucking remember, but we did kill Marvey. Twice. That fucker came back for round two and we got him again, so I dunno what you're hoping to achieve here, my dude.
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[but she's burrowed in blankets and reading so he gets to the door first and doesn't say anything along the way. mostly because it sounds like taako is talking to someone outside too.]
[cassian opens the door only about two inches at first, warily looking out.]
[a ghost, of course. he doesn't know if that's better or worse than another actual person.] You've brought company.
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a delivery!
[[ooc: The IPRE are throwing a dinner party at Casa Del Taaco! There will be a mingle going up November 18, which characters will know by the enchanted countdown on the invite (once it hits zero, illusory glitter will burst from the invite and Taako's voice will tell them that they're running late). The theme is speakeasy but characters are free to be relatively loose with it, just have fun! If your character would want to bring a plus one, please let their player know (you can let me know too if you’d like) so they can join in on the mingle when it goes up.
If you have any questions feel free to hit me up!]]
v early december
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during hygge; early morning
Play me.
[ there is also one spiced chocolate cupcake curtesy of taako with a note that says: ]
Eat me.
[ happy hygge holidays? she darts into the bathroom the second he is done so he can find her gift in peace. ]
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[setting up the flashdrive, the music starts to play and cassian's stomach swoops out. she gave him a collection of music? he doesn't know why it's a question, but he does think he knows why his smile starts to widen as he just sits and listens to it.]
[he's still listening to it by the time she comes out, for the moment with his eyes closed, and he's only about halfway through the cupcake because he's savoring it. spiced chocolate, making him think nicely of home.]
[without opening his eyes, he speaks up very softly.] Come here. Please?
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text; misfire maybe? who knows
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text | @kestral
How far was your birthday from Scarif?
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the sickness has abated, at least, for a few days now and the house has been aired out and cleaned, the smell of citrus and spices still lingering from the deep clean. the windows are open, letting in the cool breeze and the fresh air, and curled up reading on the couch with her legs draped across cassian's lap, jyn feels good. healthy again, mostly strong again, alive again. it's strange that getting sicker than she'd ever felt in her entire life also made her feel like a living, breathing person again -- no longer a walking reminder of her own death.
the book is good but it's not engaging her for some reason and she flings it aside, landing with a soft thud on the chair, making a dismissive noise when cassian lifts his eyes from his own book. she leans back on the couch, closing her eyes and soaking in the quiet until cassian shifts to turn the page, reaching out to grab the datapad from his hands and carefully set it aside, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck just as carefully. ]
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[he's spent a good chunk of the month thinking about that, thinking about all the people he once knew who are in the same boat, only without the luck of a strange quarantine afterlife. he'd been hesitant about the lanterns, but admittedly it was kind of cathartic.]
[he looks up when jyn tosses her book, but it's not very unusual. the stranger part is when she tugs his away, and he spares a moment to be grateful she doesn't give it the same throwing treatment. only a moment though, because then her lips are at his neck.]
Did you want something? [he's teasing, but his hand is already dancing towards her waist. come on jyn, come on over.]
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delivery | the middle of prijata
there is a note attached, curled around his leg and when unfurled reads: ]
I called him Mr Iggy but maybe a name change would be appropriate.
[ it's signed with her loopy, smooshed signature and a tiny blaster.
later, once they have tried out jyn's gift from the fountain, cassian comes home to find the ceiling over their bed is covered in constellations. some are from riverview, itself, some are from jyn's muddled memories of home. barely visible, mixed in between the constellations is one that jyn made on her own -- tiny golden stars linked together with thin gold thread that spells out
𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ]
early prijata
A worry stone, which Finn was pretty picky about selecting. A little zen garden because. He's not totally sure why, it just looked nice.
Plus this stun gun that looks like a phone.
(He throws in a couple of glowsticks for good measure.) ]
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today was going to be a tea on the balcony afternoon but someone beat her to it and instead of engaging her floormates in coversation, jyn crawls back inside, careful to close the window before she starts complaining. ]
More than eleven floors and they have to be on my karking balcony.
[ side note: it's also their balcony ]
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[he doesn't bother pointing out they share the balcony either. that's a point he stopped trying to argue.]
Nothing is stopping you from going out there too.
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How's that not give kids nightmares?
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