you can call me great one

Jaina saw in a chair in front of the window, gazing out pensively at nothing. She was getting married today, even if that was mostly a secret. It wasn't even that it was her first wedding. This might be the first one that ever ended in a marriage, though.

It had to! If she didn't marry Howard and end up in his will, how was she supposed to kill him and stop him from trying to crush the entire Skywalker empire while simultaneously taking hold of his fortune?

And yet...

No, she couldn't have second thoughts! She couldn't let the fact that Howard loved her derail her plan! She's blame a crisis of conscience but you needed a conscience to have a crisis of it. Even if Charles was back and didn't want her marrying someone less cute than him. Oh, she had so many thoughts!

She was interrupted from her reverie by a knock at the door. Jaina stood, pulled on the little matching robe over her red silk chemise, and went to answer it.


[I am heading to bed, but I had to post this. Obviously someone's at the door. It should be you. Yes, you. And I will answer when I wake up! Go ping.]

It was Jaina's birthday, but she wasn't drawing that much attention to it. Last year had been her last "big" birthday for a while, and she'd spent that one newly single and depressed, headed to the bar alone. This year she was spending it more or less newly single and confused, and she was just skipping the hangover this time. Besides, years of living here while having two birthdays a year meant she kept reminding herself that she was turning twenty-two, not twenty-three, and if she couldn't remember her own age, what was the point?

Instead, to celebrate, Jaina was trying not to burn down her apartment. It had been touch and go there for a second. She'd thought it would be easy enough to just throw something in the oven and take it out after a certain amount of time, but then she'd stopped to answer a call from home, and then there had been a smoke detector going off, followed by a smoke detector being pulled from the wall by Force to make it shut the kriff up, and ruined food, followed by a decision to maybe call for Chinese.


[Door open for air circulation! Post is open too, but for different reasons, and SP till I get off work.]

Sometimes all you really needed was a day to react to something completely irrationally. (Though to be completely fair, say Chuck Bass had a date with your sixteen-year-old mother. Are you going to take that well? Exactly.) After going out last night and threatening/actually kind of talking to Chuck, Jaina wasn't good with this, but she might actually be able to handle it like an adult.

...After the raging hangover ended. It had to say something that she'd woken up with far more of these in the last few months than she had in two and a half years of being here, but at least she didn't have class today and didn't need to start training or working until she was good and ready. Wait, was that her comlink going off? Of course it was.

Groaning and pulling herself out of bed despite the fact that her entire body starting with her head seemed to be protesting any sort of movement, she found her comlink and prepared herself to have to feign sober and healthy to manage talking about work. She thought this might be what it felt like to actually act twenty-one, and decided maybe she'd just start acting like she was twenty-two.


[Establishy, though if you want to add to her headache post-call, I can deal with SP if you can.]

Jaina had never been so happy to get called home. There was really nowhere she wanted to be less than Fandom right now, even if home wasn't exactly happy. At least at home she was nearby if if they got word on any of her missing family members. Because every single one of them was just that. Luke, Mara and Jacen had been off the radar for weeks, and Han and Leia had dropped out of contact- again- sometime over the weekend. As worrisome as it was, it was becoming normal for the Skywalker-Solos.

Her need for escape didn't even come from the weirdness of the weekend. Sure, she'd kissed people she shouldn't have and slept with someone she really shouldn't have, but that's what happened here. It was all so absurd she couldn't really take it seriously, no matter what insanity had taken place.

No, the killer was thinking being just friends with John was going well, only to end up hearing "I still love you so I can't talk to you anymore." She wasn't depressed. No, she'd even woken up pissed off, and in a way it felt good just to be able to be mad about it without worrying about ruining something, since it was too late for that. Logically, she understood his point. But mostly, if any one person could ever make her feel worse than she did now, she never, ever wanted to know about it. Even worse than getting broken up with as friends was the fact that Jaina knew that even if he were to change his mind, she'd hit her limit. She just didn't have the emotional stamina to keep up with what the last six weeks had brought her anymore.

So the door was open while she packed for home, and if she was packing more than usual, there was a part of her that was seriously hoping that she could turn it into an extended break.


[Will be a linkdrop, and door and post are open.]