you can call me great one

Jaina meant to come in yesterday, but she hadn't managed to get around to it during the day. So today she headed in early to work on class, and when that was done faster than she had hoped, she found herself trying to stretch out time so she wouldn't be bored again. At the very least she could head off for training, but she just wanted to do something.

So she picked up her phone, intending to call John. She ended up having to leave a voicemail, figuring if he was interested he'd call her back, or text her something she could barely read thanks to his need to not spell out words.

And then remembering exactly what she'd said in the message, she realized she might need to add an addendum, so she left another quick voicemail. There. That should clear things up.

The bad thing was, even after the calls started coming in, there were just enough familiar faces to keep Jaina from figuring out what was going on and to return the calls. Mostly she was wondering what might have been said about her that so many people were talking to her about sex shops and dates.

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.]

Okay. So. Obviously this week was one of those weeks. The last time this had happened, Jaina was completely fine with it, due to having a boyfriend she could lock herself in a room with for a few days. When you were single and didn't have that option and this all hadn't ended after a few days, it wasn't as fun. It was frustrating. And you might think training might take some of the edge off, but no. It didn't.

She put up with that for two whole days before basically deciding screw it, if she was going to have this little friendly arrangement, this was a very good time to take advantage of it. Which was how she ended up heading over to MHA and knocking on the door of a certain basement apartment and thinking he better be home. And that no one else should be there.

[For he who rents said apartment.]

Jaina hated everything today.

One day as a guy, fine. Whatever, she'd deal, she'd done it before. Waking up as a guy for two days in a row meant she just wanted to hit things. She'd tried, too, but the fact was, training was just different with a body she wasn't used to. She could work certain muscles or do whatever drills she wanted, but it wasn't going to do any good; sure, it was interesting to see what you could do when you were taller and your strength came from somewhere different, but Jaina trained to work towards something. Working out because it was interesting was pointless. Also, looking like Jacen was really weird for reasons she probably didn't need to go into and some she hadn't expected.

She hadn't really planned to go to her office today, but now without training to do, and completely irritated, she figured she might as well plan out something simple for class tomorrow. If this continued, that was just going to cause problems she did not want to deal with.

Jaina had finally caved and joined the rank of normal people. There'd been a cheap television acquired, nothing fancy, since she figured she'd really only be using it to have noise. But she had a TV. She also had cable. It wasn't legal, but that wasn't the point.

And once she'd figured class out for tomorrow, and then sent off a text, she curled up on her sofa with the remote, deciding it could be worth making sure everything worked right. And it was just her luck that the first thing she came upon was one of those annoying commercials about the girls sitting around a TV discussing birth control. Why couldn't those have gone away in the last month/five years?

Jaina looked around, saying dryly to no one, "If only I had girlfriends to discuss this with."

The sad thing was, it was kind of all downhill from there. Once she found out her options were pretty much Jersey Shore or something about Real Housewives, she'd probably give up.


[What, I said I was gonna do this for forever. Post is open, and no, you don't have to talk about birth control.]

Last night Jaina had met with her dead little brother. It had kind of thrown off her week.

The weird thing was, Jaina mostly felt better for it. If you'd asked her three days ago how she would react to Anakin Solo wandering around and letting her hug him because she could actually touch him, she probably would have yelled and stomped off because that was a cruel question. But at the same time... she got to see Anakin again. It wouldn't ever fix things or make it all better, but at least there was some sort of closure. There was also a lot of guilt that the rest of her family back home didn't get that, questions of whether she should tell them about this, an urge to check on Tahiri, and then a listen to radio told her that her dead grandmother should be walking around here, too.

So a day later Jaina was going to the one person who just tended to add some sense of normalcy to even this sort of thing, and knocked on the door to #-1, hoping he was okay with this.


[For he who lives there.]

Jaina had had better newbie picnics. Since then she'd just had to bury herself in work and focus on that, because the alternative was something along the lines of potential depression. Some things she'd said she wanted to take back and wasn't sure she could, but she was still mostly confused as to where this had come from and how things ended up the way they had and how she'd obviously missed something or other.

At the moment she was curled up on the small sofa in her apartment, reading through a report she was making no progress on. After realizing that this was just not happening until she did something else first, she grabbed her phone to make a call, and then tried to resume her work.

Tried being the operative word.


[Door closed, post open. And so y'all know, it's fine to mod that Jaina told/Emailed/called with her address. Don't want anyone wondering where she is now omg.]

It was the end of graduation weekend, and it still felt weird to Jaina that she hadn't left with her dad. She was getting more okay with it, though, when she looked back at the last three years and thought about what she would have missed out on if she hadn't been here in the town that kept insisting on breaking her brain. If whatever didn't kill you made you stronger, Jaina was pretty sure all this time in this town meant she might as well be made of durasteel at this point. And it helped to know that if she changed her mind, she could leave at any time. Don't think that hadn't been a huge thing to realize after some of the weirdness of the weekend. Like the actual graduation. Sigh.

Another huge help was the guy she was snuggled up next to in the bed, who she hadn't always expected to be here and didn't really want to let go of. In fact... "I have a new plan," she decided. "We just don't leave this room again."


[For that guy she's talking to!]

After a few days of attacking friends and killing monsters, it was all over, and Jaina was back in her room post-handwaved clinic visit. Don't think she was happy. Fighting a giant lizard had earned her a separated shoulder, complete with sling, and a lot of bruising and even more soreness. Don't think changing out of wet clothes hadn't been a challenge, either. She didn't think she'd ever cursed as much as she had while trying that, and that was saying something.

There was a quick trip to the common room, and now she was sitting on the bed in sleep pants and a tank top, icing her shoulder and frowning at the bruises like that would make them go away.


[Mostly going to be a linkdrop, but door and post are open.]

Jaina had mostly been asleep when she got the voicemail, which meant she was asleep through the actual message but heard the beeping that said she had a new message, please check it.

And once she heard it, forget calling, she was packing up some basics because she knew once she left she wouldn't be seeing much of her room for as long as he was in town, and headed down to the hotel. After checking which room he was in, she headed upstairs, knocking on the door. And if he didn't answer, she could pick the lock.


[For he who is in the room!]