you can call me great one

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]

Amazingly, today hadn't gone badly as Jaina had feared. And she hadn't sung once, which, under the circumstances, was probably a really good thing. That didn't however mean that she was wanting to be spending a lot of time letting herself think too hard for too long. Besides, doing nothing when she came all this way was boring.

So if she ended up finding Eric, that really shouldn't be a surprise by now. And if one thing led to another, that should probably be even less of a surprise. And if it resulted in any sort of destruction of property... okay, well, that was new.


[This post always looked like this. For that guy who lives there! So to speak.]

Between the messages she'd gotten and what she'd seen on the board, Jaina would call herself anything but happy, but she didn't feel as if her brain was just stopped today. With yesterday's Portalocity email, she had to refocus, and there were some things she needed to do.

The first thing she did was call her Luke, to make sure he knew exactly what was going on. She didn't tell him about any of the disappeared that he might know. That wasn't going to do anyone any good. The second thing she did was record a message for Jacen.

( which would be here )

She ended the transmission and sent it, telling herself that as soon as this was over and everything was fixed she'd be able to threaten someone but good in order to get back home. It made her feel mildly better.

[Mostly establishy, as I'm leaving in like half an hour. But if you're up for SP, go ahead and knock.]

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.]

For once Jaina woke up late on purpose. She kind of figured that if you planned to go anywhere with a vampire and then started falling asleep at 23:00, it was probably pretty rude, so temporarily adjusting her schedule wasn't a big deal. Still, her day was going to be thrown off just a little by that, which was only made worse when she went to put up coffee, saw there were jelly beans coming from the faucet and realized it was going to be one of those days.

Then she realized what that meant and before even letting herself get too mad about it, she went into the bathroom, turned on the shower.... and sure enough, more jelly beans. "You had to pick today?" Jaina snapped at the shower head, like this was its fault. At least she'd discovered this before heading out to train. Oh, right, training now night be a bad idea. Great. That was just great.

It was hard to say whether the annoyance would have been abated or not by the stray marshmallow peeps that had rained onto her balcony. Probably best not to risk it.


[Mostly establishy as for some ungodly reason I'm still up at 3 am, but can be open if you'll wait for me to take up.]

Jaina was in her office like normal, working on next week's final.

It was still beyond strange to think that she'd spent a solid school year back here without bitching and moaning the entire time, and it was even stranger that she was sorry it was coming to an end. She was refusing to think about it any further than that, though. She still had a couple weeks on the island, and she had a horrible feeling that had the potential to be emotional at the end there and she was not going to be dealing with that now.

Nope, just gonna be over here, working on the final. While repressing. It was basically like multitasking, if you really thought about it.

After her shift at Caritas was over, Jaina headed back to her apartment, figuring anything that needed to be stomped on would still need to be stomped on after at least a couple hours of sleep. But when she got to her floor- the third floor, by the way- she saw a random turtle shell ricocheting back and forth across the hall and hitting the walls with what had to be one of the most instantly annoying sounds ever. And of course it was in Jaina's way to her apartment.

With a sigh, she got as close to the thing as she dared, then jumped over it so that she could actually get to her door. She wasn't sure how to stop the thing without grabbing onto it or using telekinesis she wasn't sure would work, and if she was here, she was not going to end up back at the dorms again and have to come all the way back here.

She regretted this after a quick search through her apartment to make sure nothing had made its way in here. She could still hear the banging on the walls outside her door, and that was going to get annoying really fast. If only sleeping on her balcony wouldn't chance her waking up to a spiny turtle getting dropped on her.


[SORRY SQUIRRELS but you must deal with me entertaing myself here. Can be open if you have a reason to come by and if you can get around a turtle shell. God damn I hate those shells.]

The first thing Jaina noticed when she woke up was that she was alone, which wasn't exactly abnormal. It just meant that she began an immediate, automatic check of what she knew of Jag's schedule for that day that always ended with her deciding it was too early for her to be expected to remember that. What she found abnormal was when she reached out with the Force to check in on the boys and make sure they were at home and unkidnapped and not causing any interplanetary incidents and didn't find them there.

She'd opened her eyes and sat up in bed, letting the haze of sleep drift away before remembering that she was in Fandom, and that she was supposed to be alone. Jag had had a conference to go to in Alliance space, and so Han and Leia took the kids in order to give Jaina a break to go to the reunion. Incidentally, the only time Han and Leia got their grandsons for a few days at a time was when Jag wasn't involved in the decision; as much as he liked his in-laws, leaving two young princes alone with people whose own children had been kidnapped or involved in interplanetary incidents on several occasions made him uneasy, and after hearing that story about how eight-year-old Allana had committed arson while left alone for a few days, he'd put his foot down.

Feeling more at ease without that worry, she realized she had to question her surroundings. It looked familiar, but as there was hardly anything in the way of decoration, it took a second to realize why it looked familiar. Give her a break, she'd moved out twenty years ago. This led to Jaina getting up and exploring what used to be her apartment for a while, finding that everything was more or less where she remembered it.

"Oh, Fandom, you never get less weird," she sighed as she headed to put on some coffee. She really, really needed it.

Jaina had been bet that she couldn't last a day with that Friday song as her ringtone. She hadn't known at the time how bad the song really was, but the way she'd figured, most of the people who called her did so on her comlink, not her phone. It should have been an easy win.

Except that there was a fax machine that had been calling her phone. Every five minutes. For the last hour. This was annoying enough, but with the shiny new nasal autotuned ringtone, it was causing some rage.
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She could turn it off, but there was always the chance that an actual call might come through that she'd have to take. So she'd tried to turn the ringer down as low as possible in the hopes that she'd still hear it go off and could check the number, but it wouldn't be as bad.

This did not work.

The phone rang again, and not moving from her spot in her chair, Jaina closed her eyes and ran through a Jedi calming technique before she decided she could cheat and throw the phone in the fridge or something equally drastic. Would that still count as winning?


[Establishy, because I had to torture her. HAD TO.]