I don't understand at best, and cannot speak for all the rest

[ouzel]

Who: Cassian Andor (¿y ustedes?)
Where: ALL AROUND TOWN. Seriously. Pick a spot, I'll come up with a reason for him to be there.
When: May 7th - May 14th
What: This is an open catchall, y'all. There will be starters in threads as they come to me, but feel free to make your own! Come meet the man, the myth, the Go Ask Alice employee.
Warnings: None, yet. Will put specific warnings in comment headers.
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[realists]

It's not that. [ she sighs, scrubbing a hand through her hair. she just wants her memories back, even if her nightmares keep getting worse and worse, still with no context for why. ]

It's fine. Beer will help.

[ouzel]

Okay. [ Well he can feel like he's doing something right. He knows how frustrating it is to not remember, and she doesn't have the added bonus/complication of false memories to go along with it.

Anyway. ]

Anything else you can think of that might help?

[realists]

No, but um-- [ she slides down in her spot, laying on the floor next to the couch. ] When you got here, your back was hurt, wasn't it? And your leg and your... everything. You fell, didn't you?

[ouzel]

[ Ah. That's an unexpected line of questioning but, he'll roll with it. ]

Yeah, I did. I was shot, and I fell.

[realists]

I wanted you to say no.

[ so that was real, not just a nightmare, but a memory. her eyes close like she can block it out but instead she sees the lines of cassian's body slumped against the grating below her, looking impossibly pale and small and broken. her eyes snap open immediately, staring at the ceiling seems preferable. ]

You might want to get a load of beer.

[ouzel]

I'm sorry.

[ Cassian smiles, giving the cashier a wane smile as he turns the cart around back towards the beer offerings. ]

That wasn't the end of things. I mean. I survived that.

Only beer?

[realists]

[ "i survived that." jyn decides, abruptly, that that is quite enough for one day and refuses comment. ]

What else is there?

[ouzel]

[ He notices and promptly feels like shit. Good going, Andor. ]

Uhm... [ Give him a second. ] There's wine, too.

[ Not what he had in mind though, so. ]

I have tequila back at my place. Or...there's a store down the street, with a lot of options. Rum, whiskey, mescal, soju...I think my roommate drinks that...vodka, scotch? Any of those sound interesting?

[realists]

They all sound fake.

[ IT'S TRUE! this no context life. ]

Tequila, I guess. [ so he doesn't have to spend money. ]

[ouzel]

[ He has the money let him spend it. ]

It's good with orange juice.

[ Not that he usually bothers, but. ]

Anything else?

[realists]

[ if she asks him for ten boxes of kid's cuisine chicken nuggets with mac & cheese she is pretty sure he will say no (she can imagine the long suffering sigh) so she settles for: ]

Milk and sugar for my tea. [ those are necessary, she doesn't feel bad asking for them. ]

[ouzel]

[ She knows him very well. ]

No honey? [ Off down the aisles. ]

[realists]

[ she's just going to have to go grocery shopping on her own and buy nothing but junk. ]

The teddy bear you brought me will last a while more.

[ouzel]

[ It would give her something to do. Like a quest!

Just don't blow up the microwave, like some people's children. ]

Okay.

[ It only takes him about half a minute to find what he needs (memorizing the layout helps) and then he's heading back to the register. ]

Should I get off the phone?

[realists]

Yes. [ and jyn will just... hang up on him. :) such a sweet and accommodating girl.

she takes a quick shower and changes and instead of going to flop down in front of the couch again -- don't judge -- she pulls on a long sleeve flannel and goes to sit on the porch. she's better at being outside, it feels like she has more room to breathe. so that's where she'll be: draped in a deck chair, eyes closed against the sun bearing down on her. ]

[ouzel]

[ So considerate! (It's not like he would have hung up first anyway, so. It makes sense.) We'll ignore the few seconds he spent frowning at the phone and smiling to himself in the middle of the store, shall we?

Moving right along, Cassian finishes up at the store, picks up more tequila from the separate store that sells alcohol because of some reason he's never looked into, and then heads to her place. ]

We should pick you up some sunglasses, [ He says as he comes up the steps, arms full of grocery bags. ]

[realists]

[ she only wants sunglasses if they have cupcakes on them and she doesn't want to steal laura's thunder. she cracks one eye open, lingering in the chair for a bit longer before she begrudgingly unfolds to let him and his groceries in. ]

I don't need sunglasses. [ besides, the red behind her eyes is better than the stark, overpowering whiteness. ]

[ouzel]

Why not?

[ Thank you for opening the door, Jyn. Cassian smiles at her before moving on through to the kitchen and setting the bags down on the counter.

The chocolate gets fished out first, and handed to her without comment. ]

[realists]

Because I can close my eyes. [ duh, cassian. she let's him put her food away like he owns the place, leaning against the counter and she squints at the box of chocolates briefly before... she just cracks it open to inspect further. ]

[ouzel]

Ah. [ Cassian could tell her that eyelids are fragile things and that she could still benefit from sunglasses, but he thinks he'll just...leave that battle for another day.

She gets to be outside and make these decisions and he isn't going to nitpick her about it.

Instead he starts putting things away, making sure everything she uses is actually within her reach and everything he uses for her just above that, and trying not to look as though he watching her interact with this chocolate box. ]

[realists]

[ jyn is methodical. the box is set on the counter and she inspects the card with the selection map on it curiously, noting the different flavors in the different spots. what the fuck is nougat and why does she want to put that in her mouth? automatically she slots each flavor into a category: sounds good, sounds gross, ambivalent.

she starts with the gross sounding ones. first up: fruit and nut caramel, selected because that's just too much. jyn takes a bite, chews, and immediately throws the rest of the chocolate in the trash. NOPE. ]

That is disgusting.

[ouzel]

[ Cassian makes a sad microexpression at the discarded chocolate, but he's fussed at Rhiannon enough (and looked away more than he's fussed, honestly) to have more than a few reservations about fetching it from the trash to investigate it.

Besides, maybe he can rescue the next poor reject. At least long enough to determine if he rejects it as well. ]

Try another? [ He'll even actually start pulling things together for dinner while she does this. The goal here is to figure out which ones she likes. ]

[realists]

[ her nose wrinkles as she selects the next chocolate from the probably gross category: roman nougat. whatever the kriff that is. she takes a bite, rolling the chewy, fruity nougat around in her mouth. while the fruit and nut caramel was gross, jyn doesn't mind the little slivers of almonds tucked into the nougat.

she sets the other half back in the box. ] Not disgusting. Pass me a beer?

[ouzel]

Noted. [ He pries open the cap of a bottled porter before handing it over, moving on towards cutting board and organizing foodstuffs in heating order. After a second he grabs a beer for himself, too. ] Thanks for letting me do this.

[ Admitting she's letting him do anything might be a poor move, on his part. He's decided it's worth the risk. ]

[realists]

I'm hungry. [ she's brushing it off instead of ignoring it, but she fidgets uncomfortably, taking a sip of her beer. as much as she likes her privacy and her personal space, with cassian she doesn't... care. which also makes her supremely uncomfortably but she's really good at ignoring things.

they don't know each other. it shouldn't be this easy and it is. ]

You like making food. 'cause you're weird. [ she smiles the tiniest bit around the beer. teasing shouldn't come so naturally either, and yet. ]