solo_sword: (trademark annoyed scowl)
It had been surprisingly easy for Jaina to be relieved from her assignment. She got the feeling the Council had realized that she was going to do whatever she wanted to do anyway so it was easier to just go along with it, but in reality she'd sounded worried enough when she called Luke that he'd agreed maybe she should go. And fine, maybe she felt guilty about leaving again to go running off to Fandom, but she kept reassuring herself that it wasn't like she didn't work her ass off at home, and in cases where you had a bad feeling about something, it was best to go with it.

So it was back to Coruscant for a whole couple hours and then off to the Portalocity terminal, where even though she'd booked her portal via her phone, they claimed they'd lost her reservation when she got there.

this got sorta long )


[Establishy, and I think I am going to all-out make her life hell this weekend.]
solo_sword: (this should be good)
While last week's Portalocity email had maybe made Jaina a little paranoid, she'd talked to enough people since then to be reassured that at least she could talk to people. And then came today's email, with words like "have become almost impossible to contact" and there went all that reassurance. Nice going, Portalocity.

Luckily she was playing bodyguard for a diplomat right now, which wasn't exactly high-maintenance work most of the time, so she had more time to hang out by herself and make calls to people to make sure she could still get in touch with them.

That whole pushing people away thing was obviously going great.


[If you think you got a call, you did. Pick up!]
solo_sword: (uh no)
Her time in Fandom had pretty much done exactly what Jaina had needed it to do: she'd had time to heal up, and while she still felt off, getting back some degree of normalcy had helped a lot. Maybe this was what happened when you coped like a normal person? When she arrived at the Temple, she went straight to the Masters, ready to explain what she'd been doing in Panem and why, and take whatever lumps she had to. She knew she could do so calmly, without coming off like she'd been traumatized or completely angry.

Of course, that was shot to hell the second Corran mentioned that she'd been gone for almost a month, when she should have only been gone two weeks. It made things a little more difficult, trying to talk about how running off was the right thing to do when you were trying so hard not to think about what it had meant the last time time had sped up for her.

Jaina didn't get an answer today, but she knew there'd be some sort of punishment, even if it was getting stuck in the kitchen for the next month. At the moment, that was a secondary concern. When she was free to leave she'd immediately gone to her quarters and got her phone, sending a quick text to multiple contacts reading: Time kriffing sped up again. How are you? and then waited for the messages to bounce back at her. If they did, she'd know she'd been cut off from Fandom again for who knew how long.

Everything went through just fine.

With a sigh of relief, Jaina decided she'd stick to her room for a while, unpacking, doing some quick math to figure this out, and waiting to see if anyone responded. She'd be cursing to herself in the meanwhile.


[Open for calls, texts or emails! If you want to have gotten the message and know about the time speed, you totally got it.]
solo_sword: (quiet)
When Jaina first arrived four/eleven years ago, she hadn't thought she'd be here this long. At times she'd practically been running for the nearest portal that would take her anywhere but here. So the fact that she was even a little bit upset about leaving Fandom now was kind of a shock to her. She never once thought she'd be leaving here feeling even the slightest bit centered, or thinking that maybe dating shouldn't be off-limits forever (she knew she still wouldn't have time for it but that was not the point), or feeling like she could handle the next few years even knowing what might happen.

She wasn't actually leaving until first thing Friday morning, but she didn't want to be upset when she left. She just wanted to get up and go before she had a chance to think about it. So she sent out an email to let people know today was the last day she'd be around and give them her contact info in case she didn't get to see them, and set about to doing all the last-minute tasks she had to get out of the way. Things like making sure her X-wing and Sneaker were both in working order, cleaning, packing up another box to send off for home because she had too much stuff to take along to fit in said X-wing, wondering how the kriff that had even happened, things like that. In related news, moving was annoying.

A lot of things had changed during Jaina's collective time in Fandom, but one thing definitely didn't: keeping distracted so she didn't have to think was always going to be her default coping mechanism.


[Jaina's last post in Fandom. If you think you got/want to have gotten an email, you did. Totally open with SP during work. *CLINGS*]
solo_sword: (lookback)
A lot of people probably wouldn't believe it, but Valentine's Day had actually been Jaina's favorite holiday before. You got flowers and an excuse to spend time with the person you loved, and then there was dancing and you went home together. What was there not to like about it? After the last year and a half or so of her life, though, she would much rather just pretend the holiday existed, even if she was being slightly better at the not closing herself off thing. She'd survived a week of ridiculousness, now all she had to do was make it through chaperoning the dance and teaching on the day itself and she'd be fine.

And as it turned out, she wasn't in as bad a mood as she thought she'd be when she got to her office today. Visitors wouldn't even get crabbed at as she tried to get class done a little early so she could still fit her normal training in. Blame the flowers she'd gotten at her place.
solo_sword: (phone)
Jaina meant to come in yesterday, but she hadn't managed to get around to it during the day. So today she headed in early to work on class, and when that was done faster than she had hoped, she found herself trying to stretch out time so she wouldn't be bored again. At the very least she could head off for training, but she just wanted to do something.

So she picked up her phone, intending to call John. She ended up having to leave a voicemail, figuring if he was interested he'd call her back, or text her something she could barely read thanks to his need to not spell out words.

And then remembering exactly what she'd said in the message, she realized she might need to add an addendum, so she left another quick voicemail. There. That should clear things up.

The bad thing was, even after the calls started coming in, there were just enough familiar faces to keep Jaina from figuring out what was going on and to return the calls. Mostly she was wondering what might have been said about her that so many people were talking to her about sex shops and dates.
solo_sword: (okay)
Jaina could not be more relieved to wake up this morning feeling more normal than she had in a week. It was just a normal day, complete with training and not wanting to jump on anyone before heading into the office. It was a good thing, too; checking her messages meant she got the one from Luke asking her to come back for a mission. She couldn't imagine having to work like that, around Zekk, of all people. She was kind of excited to go back. It had been a long time, and if she was being asked onto assignments again, maybe it meant everyone was at least slightly less wary of/pissed at her.

This all meant that office hours today was spent not only working on class, but making a couple calls and trying to figure out if there was anything she needed to take care of before leaving tomorrow.
solo_sword: (b&w serious)
Jaina still couldn't leave her room, and the rage had subsided, a little. It was mostly taken over by boredom now, and boy was she pissed at herself that she'd cleaned everything out and moved stuff to the garage before now. She'd tried to find alternate ways out, but to no avail. The only thing she could figure at this point would be to try and make her own opening, but she doubted that would work, especially with the tools she had available, and damaging a dorm room like that was a little beyond what she could afford to fix herself, and no one her age should have to ask their parents for money because they trashed their room to escape grounding.

So she'd done what exercise she could. She'd tried meditating at least four times only to give up because she couldn't focus (due to the rage). She'd made calls, including one to Zekk that she thought might pan out for her. She'd taken another shower, just to give herself something to do. And when she finally gave in to hunger, she had a pizza delivered to her room. She'd tipped well to keep him from asking why she didn't just come down to the lobby.

Currently, though, she was sitting on her bed, downloading more apps for her phone because something had to keep her entertained. Occasionally she'd glance out into the hall at her shoe that was still there that she still couldn't get and curse out Fandom some more.


[Same verse same as the first: you can come in and out, Jaina can't. Door and post open if you don't mind SP till after work.
I think it will be a short grounding. I've cooled down. I'm cursing Christie Golden's name a lot and worried about more important spoilers. Sigh.]
solo_sword: (irritation)
Jaina wasn't going anywhere yet, but with no set date on when she was, she was doing some spring cleaning and clearing stuff out so when she did go, it'd be easier. Fandom was the first place in a long time that she'd stayed long enough to accumulate stuff, and once she started going through her closet she found that there was a lot of said stuff.

So the box that she'd packed up after Myrkr, back when she didn't think she was going to live to see last December, was being sorted through. Things she knew she'd never use again tossed away, things she wanted to keep were put back in the box. There were clothes and dresses to be donated, and that box of things she'd packed up after she'd broken up with John last year... that was all being kept. There was also a certain hat she'd found that Luke had given her forever ago...

....that ended up on her head a second after she put it down. And wouldn't come off. After a while of trying, Jaina had to resign herself to the annoying fact that it just wasn't going to come off till it was ready, and Fandom was a mean, weird town.

Basically, the room was a mess, and when Jaina looked around at the piles of things, she had to be a little irritated at herself that the attempt to clean stuff out was going to have to get cleaned up in itself. While wearing an airplane hat. Couldn't forget that part.


[I've had a weird day. Therefore Jaina is wearing a stupid hat. Door and post, of course, are open.]
solo_sword: (distracted)
For as much fun as she'd had in the Bahamas, Jaina was glad to be back to real life. Jumping back into routine wasn't even hard: class, training, catching up on work, and when that was all done, she had a little side project to work on.

Currently she was sitting on the floor of her room, trying to dummy up an extra comlink to match the settings she had on her own. So far it wasn't working too well. Give her machines and she would make it work, but this was a little outside her area of expertise. "Where's Lowie when you need him?" she muttered, determined to make this work regardless. Or maybe she'd beg Ben to do it.


[Omg on second day of headache make it stop. Door and post open.]
solo_sword: (lip biting)
There was a system to how Jaina got back from trips home. First thing she did after getting in the door was to drop her bag and find the little clock on her desk that told her what day it was. For two weeks at home, she'd only missed two days here, which wouldn't be a bad thing if she wasn't counting down to graduation. Normally then she'd start unpacking, but today she was bucking tradition and checking her phone again. Still no message from John. She expected to be hearing from him any day now, but talking to Ronon had told her that maybe it'd take a little bit longer than the ETA she'd been given to begin with.

Leaving her bag where it was for now, Jaina instead went to lay down for a minute. She was healing up after her concussion and felt fine, but unpacking, meh.


[Omg my computer works and I can plaaaaay! Come visit! Door and post open.]
solo_sword: (working)
For the most part, Jaina was doing okay these days. She knew she wouldn't last and that was fine, but she was trying to enjoy the time while she had it. She was working, she was getting out more, she thought getting to know her mom this young was kind of astral, she wasn't stressing about every little thing, and she liked it. Taking her last semester to figure herself out and what she wanted to do was so far working really well for her. And if she so happened to be looking forward to graduation, when she could move on to the next step of her life, when she knew she'd be having to make some decisions in her relationship, when she could return to her normal family with about 75% less of the eyeroll-inducing complications, she didn't think she could really be blamed for that.

All right, maybe she was looking forward to it a lot, because at the moment she was playing with the countdown feature on her iPhone. 106 days till graduation, if anyone was keeping track.

Also, someone might want to stop her. The last time she started playing with her phone she ended up downloading the app that made her phone sound like a weapon from Space Battles.


[Open door, open post. I am procrastinating packing, so therefore I put up what will be a linkdrop.]
solo_sword: (dark)
Jaina's trip home had actually done her some good. At the very least, she was realizing she had things like work to distract her from her non-relationship and her non-relationship to distract her from work. Somewhat worryingly, she was beginning to think maybe she shouldn't be trying at this friend thing, because it was giving her plenty of reasons to be confused. Maybe that was why she'd only told three people so far; she wasn't sure enough of where things stood in her own head.

Right now she was going with the work distraction. She couldn't help it, there was something centering about working towards something big like this. Her desk was covered in pieces of flimsi as she went over data she'd brought back from home, checking it against reports she'd received this morning, and feeling better than she had in a while. There was something deeply wrong with this.


[Door open, post open, for the love of god someone save her from herself.]
solo_sword: (long hair)
Jaina was liking June less and less the longer it went on, because that meant it was ending soon. And whenever there was something she didn't want to deal with, she simply didn't, and buried herself in work instead.

There was less work at the moment than there was going through messages, though. It might ctually be time for a visit soon. By the time she got to the one from her parents, she realized she was missing certain people too much not to.


[*CLINGS TO GAME* I am back! Door is cracked open, post is open, and SP warning as I finish up work.]
solo_sword: (looking down)
Jaina had decided that even on a break week, there simply wasn't enough time. She'd gotten up early today, started going through her messages and reports that had been sent overnight, and really wasn't happy with how long she'd been doing this when she finally looked at her chronometer. She sighed and put the datapad down for now, mainly because she was going to get eyestrain soon if she kept looking at it.

Ordinarily she would have just gone home till classes started up again, taken care of things, checked up on her squadron, maybe run a campaign or two while she was actually in the vicinity of the war. But if this was John's last week here, she really didn't want to do that now. Though she still wasn't sure how to tell him she was planning to go next week instead, as "I'm going back to where everything bad happens as soon as you leave" probably wouldn't go over well.

She waved her hand, opening the door, maybe for once actually hoping for some sort of distraction.

[Open door, open post.]
solo_sword: (prettiful)
After spending a pretty impressive time at the dance, all things considering, John and Jaina made it back to his room for the rest of the night. They'd probably ended up slow dancing to Britney Spears anyway, at which point it was definitely time to leave and do other things.

And then tomorrow they'd... do something, maybe. (Though having left her comlink in her room, that mde doing something besides working all day much easier.) They didn't seem to be great at planning ahead for things like holidays anyway. Even though overall, Jaina had to admit she liked this one.


[Establishy, for the simple reason that I LOVE THIS ICON SO MUCH and want it on my my recent entries page. Lookit how pretty and Princess Leiaish! You know what, let's say it's going to be a linkdrop so I look less shallow. Boy modded with permission.

ETA: No Johns were stabbinated in the making of this post.]
solo_sword: (hanging out)
The good thing about having classes only at the first part of the week was that Jaina had time to go home without worrying about having to be back in time for anything. (Yes, she worried about things like that, but only because she was learning pertinent things, thank you.) The bad thing was that when she wasn't going home, it gave her more time to obsess over things she would be taking care of if she was.

This was why she was going over reports on her datapad, and if anyone passing by caught the occasional frustrated curse from inside the door as Jaina talked herself out of going down there right now and making better whatever she didn't like reading, well, that was why.


[Same verse same as the first but I am SO BORED. Open door, open post.]
solo_sword: (arrgh!!!)
Jaina woke up with powdered sugar all over her and a sudden wish for amnesia. ...A gremlin killing spree would probably be frowned upon, right?

She finally made herself get out of bed, take a really really hot shower to get rid of the powdered sugar and to try to feel clean after singing inappropriately dirty songs to inappropriate people, frowned at the plant that seemed to be hanging from her doorways, and debated just getting back into bed.

And ow her chest hurt.


[Door closed, post open, though I'm afk for a lot of the day so yay SP!]
solo_sword: (profile)
After class, Jaina made her way back to her room for what felt like the first time in forever, because she was kind of a brat about clinic stays and calling it "forever" was her way of internally whining about it. Besides, it kept her from thinking too hard about why she'd ended up in the clinic, along with about several other things she'd rather just avoid altogether. And she would be good and not spend all her time working, but that didn't mean she couldn't make transmissions home.

because this is so easy to explain, rly )

After ending the call, Jaina went to the door just to crack it open, in case anyone was trying to be hovery, then laid down on her bed. Because no matter what she told anyone else... ow.


[Open post-phone call!]
solo_sword: (considering)
Jaina wasn't exactly the type to avoid her own room, which was why she went back there after class. She'd resigned herself to having a really weird week and decided she just needed to acclimate herself to new people and new information, and that'd be that.

And so far she hadn't spoken of any of the new arrivals to Kyp, considering she'd changed the subject whenever it came up here. So even though it looked like she was just sitting on her bed looking over a datapad, she was really wondering if that was a conversation she really wanted to have.


[Door and post open!]

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