Snow Monster A4- Friday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina had thought herself to be pretty oblivious to all around her while she looked over her datapad for research regarding next week's mission, but as it turns out, she was completely wrong on that. The first thud of something hitting the floor of her alcove had gotten her attention, and then by the time the rest of the things piled up, she was watching with an expression that was somewhere between surprise, anger, and general wtf.

There were pieces of luggage, of all shapes and sizes, gathered all around the foot of her bed and blocking the doorway to the alcove, more or less trapping her inside. And after spending four days in her room a couple weeks ago, she wasn't having that, so she got up to make herself a path. She could have just blasted them into the hallway with a Force push and wouldn't her cabinmates love her for that, but curiosity got the better of her and she decided to move them out of the way manually so she could see what was written on them.

So that's why Jaina was standing as close to the doorway of her alcove as she could get, lifting baggage and making comments, mostly offended, as she moved them out of her way. Among them was a suitcase marked MOMMY ISSUES ("I got over those!" Which was mostly true), another one with BOYFRIEND MARRIED ANOTHER WOMAN on it ("That, too!" Slightly less mostly true), a matching set of black bags, one labeled PTSD ("I do not!" Yes she did) and DEAD BROTHER ("Oh, low blow."), a large, heavy trunk marked SUCKY DESTINY ("Don't put it like that.") and a smaller, but still heavy matching trunk with MAY KILL BROTHER SOMEDAY, at which point Jaina stuck her hands on her hips and demanded of nothing in particular, "Do you have to announce it to the whole world?"

This might take a while.

[Totes open, with usual warning for SP at work, but dude I so need to play. *pats poor issueful girl*]

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[solo_sword]

She raised her eyebrows. "You're going to burn yours?"

She may have been imagining the bonfire involved in burning hers. Authorities may have to be called.

[wannabehunter]

Jo shrugged. "Why not, seems the easiest way of dealing with it."

Jo was fairly certain that with careful stacking, Jaina's would probably fit in the main campfire pit.

[solo_sword]

"...Now I'm thinking it might be worth hacking some of these to bits with my lightsaber," she admitted, eying a couple in particular.

[wannabehunter]

"It'd certainly make them more manageable," Jo agreed.

Plus it was just plain fun watching people hack things up with lightsabers.

[solo_sword]

"It would." Though it wasn't something she could do yet. There were still undiscovered bags here somehow, and Jaina seriously had to see them all. "Have I mentioned I hate this town? Because I do. A lot. And for this kind of reason."

There was an AVOIDANCE ISSUES bag there, too.

[wannabehunter]

"It could be worse though," Jo pointed out. "They could be singing."

[solo_sword]

Jaina's eyes widened. "Now I'm hoping you didn't just give Fandom ideas."

[wannabehunter]

"I think singing luggage would be too weird even for this place," Jo said, after considering it a moment.

[solo_sword]

"Really?" she asked. "We switch genders here for no reason. Mistletoe yells at us. There have been days we've burst into song." Not her, but others.

[wannabehunter]

Jo shrugged. "Yeah, but that's still less weird than singing luggage."

[solo_sword]

Jaina thought about this, and decided that when she was having to deal with things like luggage marked MARTYR COMPLEX (she'd deny this vehemently to the luggage later, and be totally lying), maybe she should go with the happy thought.

"You know what, I'm going to go with your way of thinking here," she decided. "It's happier."