you can call me great one

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.]

It was pretty early in the day on Coruscant when Jaina landed her StealthX at the Temple. It was sort of strange. For all that leaving had been such a big deal to her, coming back here wasn't any kind of deal at all. She hopped out of her ship with her too-heavy bags, said hello to the Jedi she knew who happened to also be in the hangar as she headed out, and then she just went to her quarters, just like normal. Maybe it was because this was normal to her. She spent so much time going to and from one place or another, and Coruscant specifically, that there wasn't anything to feel about it.

Almost.

When she got to her quarters, which she'd last seen... months ago, she didn't even know when for sure, the first thing she did was get out her phone. She dropped her bags and took a seat on her bed, pausing before looking at it. She'd talked about what would happen if she got stuck in her own galaxy again, but she'd downplayed what a serious worry it was for her. Getting cut off for five years and thinking she'd lost people she cared about was a large part of the reason why come back here was so hard. She turned the phone over in her hand, looked at the screen to see what date and time it was in Fandom...

...and it was exactly the time it was supposed to be. That was a good sign, but she wasn't going to internally celebrate over that yet. No, she saved that for when she dialed her grandfather and the call went through. She got voicemail, but that was fine. And just like that, she felt 100% better about being back.


[Establishy! Look at me being nice to her for once.]

Happily, Jaina wasn't green today. She was her nice, normal color, which didn't change when she drank anything. She'd even dared to stop at the Perk before heading to her office today to work on class. And if it was a little depressing to realize just how few classes she still had left to plan, well she wasn't thinking about that right now.

And don't mind her occasionally checking to make sure her coffee was still coffee-colored before taking sips of it. She might just be doing that today.

Jaina wasn't exactly hiding. She'd simply gotten up early, gone for a run, and figured that maybe it wouldn't be so bad that radio reported the morning after drunken antics. After all, Anakin had said he wouldn't be back till next week, so that gave time, right?

Then when she got back to her alcove after her post-run shower, she found a voicemail.

And okay, now she was kind of hiding. She was calling it "staying in and going through work" but it was hiding.


[Oh so open.]

Really, Jaina thought, if anyone still needed proof that she wasn't going to just slip back over to the dark side, the fact that she hadn't killed everyone in a rage yet should have been enough.

After leaving her grandfather's office, she both wanted to keep herself busy and do nothing at the same time. So she caught up on radio broadcasts (and was she ever glad she hadn't heard that part about Mara on radio, wow did she not think family death announcements belonged there), and then started making arrangements to go back to Twin Suns for a little bit. You know, where things were normal, if violent and death-filled. And then she called Mara, because she had to. Ben's reality wasn't hers, her Mara was fine, see?

And once she was done with that, she busied herself with going over a datapad when she was really just wanting to get out of here already.


[Mostly establishy, but the door's cracked open if anyone wants to poke their head in.]

After getting off the comm with her grandfather, Jaina was back to bored again. Seriously, she didn't find much time to be bored on Eclipse, since there was always something that needed doing, or brothers to separate, or at least someone she could drag to spar against. The back and forth was very weird. And also, messing up her sense of the days.

She was seriously debating heading out to the mainland, since the arctic tundra was gone, and thank goodness. Eh, why not. She got up from her seat on her bed and went to the closet to get her boots, frowning at the little X that appeared on the floor. She ignored it, at least till she went to put her boot on. A moment later she was pulling her foot back out, muttering, "Okay, from now on, check the shoes first."

Could have been worse. She could have smooshed the chocolate.

[Door open, post can be too.]

There really was nothing like spending your day blinking in order to lure stone angel statues away while knowing if you somehow did manage to fail at blinking you were going to get sent back into the past. Once she got back to her room, she checked her messages out of habit, not expecting to actually have any.

When she listened to the transmission that was waiting for her, she was a little on the torn side. It wasn't that she didn't want to go home. In fact, she'd been worried about when she was going to be able to go back, given that everyone seemed busy and scattered. But she wasn't even really getting down time from the last crisis and she didn't exactly want to leave now. At least it was just a meeting of the Jedi. Shouldn't take too long at all in Fandom time.

After calling her uncle back to confirm that she'd be there and would be meeting the transport they were sending, she left a quick message, then headed back out.

[Establishy]

The last couple of days had left Jaina with a lot to think about, which of course meant she didn't want to. Instead, she'd spent her time after leaving her grandfather's office in the flight simulator, going over a couple of the newer sim programs she'd gotten a hold of and focusing on that for a while.

And then when she'd been in there long enough, she'd gotten it into her head to call Colonel Darklighter when she got back to her room. It wasn't that she was trying to run away or anything like that, but it was in the back of her head that she'd been cleared for reentrance into the Rogues for a month now, and it had been longer than that back home. She had things that were causing her issues, and this was one she could do something about just by sort of poking her CO, and that would make her feel better in general.

Except that she ended up having to leave a message, and there went that. Jaina kind of figured she might want to just write this week off.

[Open]

For all of Jaina's worrying that she didn't have a job anymore, new orders came in anyway when she wasn't expecting them. Well, that answered that question. The Vong had started closing in on the Corellian Run, which meant they were starting to invade the Core Worlds, and so the Rogues were being deployed to try and fight them off before they got any closer than they already were. They were simple orders, and shouldn't take that long.

It wasn't even a big deal to go back out. She wanted to get back in a ship, sure, but maybe she'd already stopped thinking of fighting as something to look forward to. It was a job. She'd go there, rack up some more kills, come back to school. At least she had a better idea now of how time there equated to Fandom time.

After leaving a few voicemails, she started packing a bag, not exactly sure when they'd call her again to come meet the transport.


[Door's closed, post is open.]

Between the end of Parents Weekend (including the meeting she was glad went as well as it did), Fandom finding even more ways to scar her, and other things, Jaina was having a pretty interesting week so far.

Some parts of it (okay, the Parents Weekend parts only), she knew she had to actually update people about, especially since it was official that she wouldn't be going home permanently for a while. Which was why she'd started recording a transmission to her mother before realizing talking about how great her weekend with her dad was might not be such a great idea, and had resumed sitting there and trying to figure out what to say.

[For Karal, but open, much like the door. SP for workishness and time zones yay.]