you can call me great one

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.]

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.]

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.

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.

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.]

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.]

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.]

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.]

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.]

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!]

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!]