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open ✧ moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars
Where: Around town
When: May 9-14
What: Getting her bearings, exploring, etc etc.
Warnings: Language?
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✧ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ's ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀʏ
There is so much food.
There is, in Jyn's opinion, too much food. Well, not the quantity, she supposes for a full town there is just enough (still maybe too much), but the sheer multitude of the selections is mind-boggling. Why are there no less than fifteen different types of cereals? There are at least five types of Cheerios alone. How is anyone supposed to decide on which cereal they want. And then they have to decide which percentage of milk they want? What is the other 98% of 2% milk!! She had thought cereal would be easy. She thought wrong.
It's not like she's picky, Jyn has subsisted off protein cubes for six months, she'll eat literally anything so whatever she chose would be perfectly acceptable but the number of choices suddenly available to her has made her indecisive. It's going to be an equally sad story when she tries to decide on a juice to buy.
Softly, "What the fuck."
✧ ɢᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ
Look, it's not that she's stalking Cassian, it's just that, you know, she has one friend and he's it so she's kind of stalking him. In a friendly, platonic way. Nothing to see here. It doesn't hurt, anyway, that he works at a tea shop and one of Jyn's indulgent comforts happens to be tea. (She's not even actually British.) It also helps that Cassian won't let her pay for it so she doesn't feel like it's so indulgent.
Which finds Jyn curled up at a table nursing her fifth cup of something amber colored and sweet and fiddling with some of the dried bits of violet petals she plucked free of the loose leaves before she let it steep. She's slowly making her way through a paperback copy of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe but she's unused to anything not on a datapad so sometimes she sets it on the table and it closes itself, as books do, or tips right off the edge and Jyn swears in what is probably not an Earth language.
"I'm starting to see why people burn these." Jyn, no.
✧ ʜᴜʀᴛ's ᴅᴏɴᴜᴛs
And then there is the real indulgence. Donuts. Fluffy, fried dough coated in sugar and cinnamon and glaze and stuffed with jelly or lemon and probably not all at once. Jyn doesn't take her ridiculously large order to someone to share or eat inside the shop itself.
Oh no. Jyn takes her box outside and sits on the curb and eats them right there because that is the type of person she is. Once the hunger is abated, however, she will eat the rest of them while she is walking. The donuts never seem to make it to their intended destination before Jyn is disposing of the empty box in a rubbish bin and wiping powered sugar off on her pants.
Manners, what are those? She will probably not share, unless it is a child or a dog. She'll share with dogs.
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After asking them to pass along the information to Leia, the General, Poe leaves to further disseminate what BB-8 had learned and Jyn leaves the General situation to Cassian, he's the one with a cell phone after all and she is happy to distract herself with eating while he asks Leia to meet them at their picnic spot.
Which is what finds Leia happening upon two dead rebel heroes sat on a blanket under the shade of the trees with Jyn feeding dried fruit to the chipmunk perched in her hands like some kind of Disney princess and telling Cassian about a tiny rodent on the planet of Skuhl that had a symbiotic relationship with an indigenous vine that their nests were made out it. "The seeds would take plant in their skin and as the vines grew they would wrap around their thin bones and it would give them the strength they lacked. They were so light, it was like holding a cloud."
She's enraptured by the chipmunk, smoothing her finger down its back, tracing the ridge of its spine. "When the bulbas died, new vines would grow out of their bodies and pregnant mothers would make nests out of their flowers, starting everything all over again."
Yeah, Jyn's a nerd.
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Thinking of the two of them had helped with what she had just remembered about being tortured at the hands of Vader, how they had died to be brave and save the resistance, and how she needed to do it as well. But here they were, younger than her son, just a bit older than the person she remembered as her grandson, and this place reminded her of Endor after the battle, when it had been her and Han and Luke and the Ewoks just celebrating.
This didn't feel like anything to be celebrating right now, not with the layer of fear over everything, but she couldn't deny them the happiness of just being together and talking about something as simple as wildlife. Leia herself didn't know the story, but she could appreciate it for what it was; all of the things in the world needed to live in balance, even if at this point it seemed like balance was slipping further and further away rather than coming closer.
Gently clearing her throat, she offered a smile to the two of them, and spoke softly and gently. "Sorry to interrupt." But life always seemed to interrupt folks like the three of them didn't it?
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Alas.
He turns when Leia speaks and his smile is genuine. "It's quite all right. We're lucky to have found a nice, quiet spot." A gesture. Please, Leia, sit! If you don't mind, anyway.
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That doesn't mean it's particularly easy to reconcile that a woman younger than her, the youngest of the Rogue One squad itself, has grown up into an adult. She could be the same age as Baze or Chirrut. The same age as Galen when he died.
Knowing that Leia Organa grew into adulthood is not the same as seeing Leia Organa having grown into adulthood. Which means her arrival is the first time that Jyn has realized that if Poe worked under the princess in her current title of General it probably wasn't... during her and Cassian's time with the Alliance. Her eyes flicker to Cassian as she gently sets the chipmunk down to scamper away, and the realization is clear.
It's a brief look before her attention turns back at Alderaan's princess, hand lifting to twist around her mother's crystal. She doesn't say anything, because Jyn has the social skills of dirt, but she watches the older woman carefully.
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Settling onto the ground with little regard for her age, Leia Organa just tucks her feet below her knees as she looks to the two of them. Oh, it's going to be awkward when it comes time for cutting, but for now she wishes to intrude upon them as little as she can. This situation is difficult and weird at best, and Leia knows about how situations can be in that way, but they don't hold a candle to what is happening now.
Slowly she extends her hand to Jyn, and her voice is soft but there's a real warmth in it that touches her eyes. "I'm pleased to meet you, Jyn. I'm Leia Organa."
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She wants to say 'I met your father' or 'Poe low key wants you to formerly adopt him' or 'did you murder a Hutt and bathe in their blood to look that beautiful at your age' but instead she stumbles over her own name. "Erso. It's Jyn Erso, that's my name."
Nailed.
It.
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Instead he offers Leia some fruit. "Poe has gone to speak with Steve, I think. Not sure what the plan is beyond that, but. BB-8 came up with good intel on the wall."
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The fruit here is weird, but she's gotten used to not remarking on it.
"Why do I have the feeling that the one order I gave him is getting ignored?" The words were sighed, but with a fondness rather than any anger. Leia knew Poe would be Poe no matter what happened, and he was just as likely to get into trouble as he would. "I assume that Steve is like the rest of us." One hand moved to indicate all of them, all of the ones who rebelled against unjust systems.
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Her eyes cut to Cassian, snatching a grape out of his hand and popping it into her mouth. She can't speak to Steve, but she can certainly speak to Cassian, Melshi, Sefla, Tonc, etc, etc, etc. If he's anything like them, well. She thinks the world of then, Steve's probably decent.
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"Steve is a good leader, seems to have some experience with building a system within a system, or maybe just in dismantling them. We've been trying to build a resistance, of sorts. Hard when there's a constant influx and outflux on top of memory loss and a moratorium on not talking about it."
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She was glad that these two were able to have that time, and Leia pushed aside all thoughts of what the two of them were going to eventually need to return to once they defeated whoever it was that was holding them here like this.
But for now Leia focused on what was important: rebelling. The talk of Steve made her nod. Since the two worked together at the school, she had been studying him and she knew soldiers when it came down to it and he definitely was one. More than that, he had the baring of a general like she herself did. "It sounds like I need to do some talking to Steve as well then. We need everyone we can to be involved with this if it's to work." Leia gave a smile and a wave of her hand, indicating that she knew that they knew that.
"I assume Poe sent me out here because of that?"
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She can also focus on rebelling, something she is quite good at.
"Yes. Cassian will tell you everything." A beat as she gestures to her partner like he is a prize on the Price is Right, a flicker of a smile as she takes another grape. "I am here to for your tracker."
Which she will also leave to Cassian to explain as she shifts away to fiddle with the first aid kit again, prepping everything for another amateur surgery.
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But! Cassian has been tasked with explaining and so he does. He gives Leia the complete rundown as they got it from Poe and BB-8: the wall and it's power usage, the signals traveling from the police to outside of the wall (presumably), the signals on the other side of the wall and the life-signs that go along with it.
And yes, the tracker. Which, Cassian explains, is probably best kept on their person but not in their person. "With the wall and cameras in place there's not much point to removing it and disposing of it, but..."
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Still, she shifts and pulls up her loose trouser leg so that Jyn can get to the bump that she noticed on her leg before but had just assumed that it was a part of the accident that she had allegedly been in. The accidents and the memory loss were rather ingenious, Leia had already decided--they left you questioning everything about your body and your mind until you're ready to believe in whatever it is that these people tell you.
Inside, Leia can feel the same sort of anger and hate that she felt towards Vader brewing. Thankfully, she knew how to channel that into something productive, something that could be used for good and to get them out of this. Luke didn't understand that about anger, which was probably why he was a Jedi and she never would be.
"But I want it out anyway," the agreement was quick, and she nodded to Jyn. "One less bit of control they have over me the better. I'd be surprised if it didn't also have some way of knocking us out when they needed to crowd control." She paused for a second. "It's what the Empire would do."
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What a nerd.
Jyn is quick and steady as she works, wiping down the patch of skin with a cold alcohol wipe as best she can before cutting into Leia's leg with a knife. It's not as sharp as a scalpel, but it's as sharp as could be under the circumstances. It probably hurts, even as fast as Jyn goes, using tweezers to draw the tracker out and drop it onto Cassian's waiting hand. She sprays the small wound with a saline spray and presses a wad of gauze hard against it. She can finish the bandaging in a second.
"They already have it. Fear is power and they're controlling the fear, that's how the Empire took control without anyone questioning it." It's something Saw would say, something Saw has said. Her eyes flicker up to Leia's face. "Well, anyone but your father."