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.]

Jaina hadn't actually had a bad weekend. Prom had been more fun than she'd thought it would be, and she loved every opportunity to see her kids. There were some kind of heavy issues to go with that, though; she'd come to accept that she'd passed up her chance at the life that she got a chance to look into every year, and in fact this might have been the last time she'd ever see them. And then when you added in the fact that John had been called in to work halfway through and she was really beginning to resent his job in a way that made her want to apologize for all the time he'd put up with hers, and the fact that Anakin had had a kid here...

When it was all said and done, there were too many serious thoughts going around in her head for her to handle. None of them were bad, really. Just sad, and she didn't do well with sad.

It hadn't been anything specific that really set her off. It was just that one second she was reading her datapad, and the next she had thoughts in her head again, and just like that she decided that she'd wanted to go home for a visit anyway, and now she just wanted to go right now. There was a quick call to let her parents know she was coming and to find out where they were exactly, and then a voicemail, and then she set to packing.


[Door half-open, post definitely is, with SP warning during the workday.]

Long after fencing club, Jaina was in her room, dressed for bed but not ready to attempt sleep. She was still not really wanting to think about certain things, and feeling pretty antisocial to boot, which she wanted to stop already. Her usual method of coping was not to cope, and that didn't work so well when you'd had to tell the story several times already.

Figuring she wouldn't sleep well if she tried yet anyway, she grabbed her comlink from her desk, debating whether calling home would help or not.

[Door's closed, post can be open (though I have to flee for like an hour tonight).]

After a week spent in the makeshift clinic, watching over people and generally feeling nice and helpless for the most part, watching her grandfather get sick to a scary degree and then topping it off with having to drag a sick boyfriend in before the cure was finally found. She'd stayed late, too much of a realist not to expect someone to relapse, though she was relieved that no one had.

She'd gone to the memorial, too. She hadn't known the boy, but after this last week she felt it only right to pay her respects. Afterwards, she came back to her room, feeling weirdly out of place here now that everything was over. Not that it stopped her from flopping onto her bed, because once she stopped using Jedi techniques to keep herself going, she was really kind of exhausted.

And that was why she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

[Establishy.]