solo_sword: (outside)
Jaina's portal was delayed. She had no idea how a portal could be delayed, but here she was. After a while of waiting at the causeway, she'd come to the beach, figuring that if she was going to be stuck waiting, she should at least get a change of scenery.

Watching the waves made her think too much, though. About her grandfather and Tiny Mom, about how certain things just kept popping up through the years, even about how much her thinking had changed since she was sixteen. That was when she'd check her datapad to read up on what was going on on Corellia, because potential conflict was a happier subject.

Or she'd check on her portal's ETA and curse at the very idea of gnomes when she saw it was delayed again. How?


[Open!

Aaaaand since I'm popular today: Zayne | Anakin | Ben | Luke | Rory | Eric]
solo_sword: (curious)
Jaina was just getting out of bed when she heard the sound of the doorknob to her apartment's front door jiggling, which sounded a lot like an inexperienced lockpick trying to break in. In Fandom, that could mean a lot of different things, though, and her danger sense wasn't going off at all. So she walked into the living room, reaching out with the Force to see if she could tell who was on the other side of the door. While the presence wasn't one she recognized right away, it wasn't unfamiliar, either.

It was also very definitely a kid.

For some reason Jaina couldn't explain, she stood on the other side of the door, folding her arms and waiting to see whether or not they made it in.


[For a tiny one!]
solo_sword: (curious)
Jaina was just getting out of bed when she heard the sound of the doorknob to her apartment's front door jiggling, which sounded a lot like an inexperienced lockpick trying to break in. In Fandom, that could mean a lot of different things, though, and her danger sense wasn't going off at all. So she walked into the living room, reaching out with the Force to see if she could tell who was on the other side of the door. While the presence wasn't one she recognized right away, it wasn't unfamiliar, either.

It was also very definitely a kid.

For some reason Jaina couldn't explain, she stood on the other side of the door, folding her arms and waiting to see whether or not they made it in.


[For a tiny one!]
solo_sword: (and more serious)
The anxiety that had started coming back upon Jaina's return to Fandom only got worse the closer it got to Tuesday. She knew she had to talk to her grandfather, she had no idea how it would go, and worse, she didn't know her own reaction to it. She didn't like sorting through things like this, so she'd been trying to avoid thinking about it. That was great for her mental state for the last week, but it wasn't so helpful now that the holiday was over.

And Jaina being Jaina, she of course tried to further avoid it via distraction. She'd started up training again yesterday (though that was in part because she was bored out of her ever loving mind), happy to find that while she wasn't 100%, she didn't feel bad save for a few muscle aches after a couple weeks off. Distraction also meant that the class she was working on today was maybe a little more complicated than usual, so... sorry, kids.

To think, her mother had thought she was the least complicated of the kids.


[I feel like posting tonight. Door and post open.]
solo_sword: (and more serious)
The anxiety that had started coming back upon Jaina's return to Fandom only got worse the closer it got to Tuesday. She knew she had to talk to her grandfather, she had no idea how it would go, and worse, she didn't know her own reaction to it. She didn't like sorting through things like this, so she'd been trying to avoid thinking about it. That was great for her mental state for the last week, but it wasn't so helpful now that the holiday was over.

And Jaina being Jaina, she of course tried to further avoid it via distraction. She'd started up training again yesterday (though that was in part because she was bored out of her ever loving mind), happy to find that while she wasn't 100%, she didn't feel bad save for a few muscle aches after a couple weeks off. Distraction also meant that the class she was working on today was maybe a little more complicated than usual, so... sorry, kids.

To think, her mother had thought she was the least complicated of the kids.


[I feel like posting tonight. Door and post open.]
solo_sword: (this should be good)
Jaina still wasn't feeling up to a lot when she finally got back to Fandom. She'd told everyone back home that she was feeling fine, which really meant that she could get around without constantly wincing, but things like just getting out of her StealthX hurt. Luckily she didn't have far to go from the junkyard to her apartment. Her boots were toed off at the door and her bag was tossed unceremoniously onto the counter, somewhere high that wouldn't require her to bend when she decided she was up for unpacking, and then retreated to the sofa. She'd spent far too much time in bed lately, and she was dismayed to find that the only position she could really be comfortable in now was one where she was nearly laying down. Whatever, at least here there was TV and something that would distract her away from the thoughts she didn't want in her head.

It wasn't easy, finding out that a family member you'd come to know and like in three years could be a child-killing wife-strangler, and she'd been stunned enough that she'd made a point of seeking Luke out despite any weirdness between them just to give him a hug. He'd warned her against coming back right after finding out something like this, but she'd been stubborn and insisted knowing this didn't change anything, and then on the flight back here she realized it did. She just kept thinking about it, wondering what exactly had happened to lead up to those events, feeling badly for Luke and Leia, wishing she'd been around more and been less of a defiant bitch so that she could be there for them when they found out... Worse, she knew she'd have to sit and wait on all these thoughts until she had a chance to talk to her grandfather, and she really wasn't looking forward to that.

Remembering that she'd told John she'd let him know when she got back, she decided to keep it simple with a text, and pulled the remote to her hand to find something to put on for background noise. She figured that wouldn't last long before she decided to get to her bed and just try a healing trance so she could shut off her brain.


[Open if you would like it to be.]
solo_sword: (this should be good)
Jaina still wasn't feeling up to a lot when she finally got back to Fandom. She'd told everyone back home that she was feeling fine, which really meant that she could get around without constantly wincing, but things like just getting out of her StealthX hurt. Luckily she didn't have far to go from the junkyard to her apartment. Her boots were toed off at the door and her bag was tossed unceremoniously onto the counter, somewhere high that wouldn't require her to bend when she decided she was up for unpacking, and then retreated to the sofa. She'd spent far too much time in bed lately, and she was dismayed to find that the only position she could really be comfortable in now was one where she was nearly laying down. Whatever, at least here there was TV and something that would distract her away from the thoughts she didn't want in her head.

It wasn't easy, finding out that a family member you'd come to know and like in three years could be a child-killing wife-strangler, and she'd been stunned enough that she'd made a point of seeking Luke out despite any weirdness between them just to give him a hug. He'd warned her against coming back right after finding out something like this, but she'd been stubborn and insisted knowing this didn't change anything, and then on the flight back here she realized it did. She just kept thinking about it, wondering what exactly had happened to lead up to those events, feeling badly for Luke and Leia, wishing she'd been around more and been less of a defiant bitch so that she could be there for them when they found out... Worse, she knew she'd have to sit and wait on all these thoughts until she had a chance to talk to her grandfather, and she really wasn't looking forward to that.

Remembering that she'd told John she'd let him know when she got back, she decided to keep it simple with a text, and pulled the remote to her hand to find something to put on for background noise. She figured that wouldn't last long before she decided to get to her bed and just try a healing trance so she could shut off her brain.


[Open if you would like it to be.]
solo_sword: (frown)
For years John had talked about sending the office a gift basket for giving him a single room. Jaina wondered if it was possible to revoke one that had never been sent for the fact that she was now living next door to her alternate universe sixteen-year-old mother. But it was okay so far. It was weird, but not as bad as she thought it might be.

Tonight she was taking it kind of easy, sending off a reply E-mail to that guy in Antarctica, when she felt a disturbance in the Force.

"Why do I suddenly want to kill things?" she wondered aloud.


[Establishy. THEY MADE ME.]
solo_sword: (frown)
For years John had talked about sending the office a gift basket for giving him a single room. Jaina wondered if it was possible to revoke one that had never been sent for the fact that she was now living next door to her alternate universe sixteen-year-old mother. But it was okay so far. It was weird, but not as bad as she thought it might be.

Tonight she was taking it kind of easy, sending off a reply E-mail to that guy in Antarctica, when she felt a disturbance in the Force.

"Why do I suddenly want to kill things?" she wondered aloud.


[Establishy. THEY MADE ME.]
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: (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: (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.]

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