september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

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rey | star wars: tfa

[ventifact]

tex

[ventifact]

[Exploring is how she kept herself alive on Jakku. Rey nods, and starts walking. After a few seconds, she adds:]

I'm Rey. This is BB-9.

[The droid beeps in greeting.]

Re: tex

[a_shadow]

I'm Texas. The robot is cute. Kind of impractically built, but it seems to work out all right, huh?

pharah

[ventifact]

[After just a few seconds, Rey is sitting up and huffing significantly less. She's always been quick to recover. At the comment, Rey allows herself a small, confident smile.]

I was a scavenger back home. I climbed a lot of starships.

[justice_from_above]

Starships? Like the Moira?

[Pharah sounds impressed, but she's also curious.] Where were you scavenging starships?

[ventifact]

Yeah. A lot of them crashed on my home planet, Jakku.

[justice_from_above]

[Her brows peak as she looks down at Rey, thinking about a bunch of starships crashing onto the crowded Earth.]

That must have been horrible.

[ventifact]

[Rey just shrugs.]

It was home.

[justice_from_above]

[Pharah smiles, her expression softening.]

I am sorry. Do you miss your world, much?

wanda

[ventifact]

[Rey hasn't been able to sense anything either, which is a little strange considering how much she's been training the past few months. Her grasp of the Force has grown stronger with each passing day--except it doesn't seem to be helping here. It's a little disturbing, but she's trying to ignore it.]

I don't know if everyone could make this climb. Or flight.

jesse

[ventifact]

[He brings up several fair points; acid blood and extra mouths are definitely things that exist in some species across the universe. However, Rey is (slightly over)confident in her fighting abilities and will not let that scare her. Normally, she's more apt to run away from a threat like that--but her past few months of training with true Jedi have made her believe she can do better than that.

So, instead of a verbal response, she unclips the lightsaber from her belt and activates it. The blue beam hums and she gives the weapon a somewhat flashy spin. Without any more fuss, she sheathes the weapon and raises an eyebrow at him.]

I think I can handle whatever might be up there.

[heisenbitch]

[ Yeah, okay. Yeah, okay. That buzzy light thing shooting out of the thing in her hand scares the shit out of him, both the suddenness of it and the noise cutting through the silence, thanks to how much he's already shitting his pants at being stuck in god knows where in thick ass fog. He jumps back in surprise, feet tripping over each other, and winds up sprawling back onto his ass.

There's just silence from Jesse in response. Slowly, he climbs back to his feet, dusting his hands off on his pants with a weirded out look plasted on his face. ]

...You're gonna...? [ A vague gesture to the thing she's clipped back on her belt. ] ...You're gonna fight 'em with a fluorescent light? Or... whatever the hell that thing is?

[ventifact]

[It's always satisfying to see someone so in awe of the lightsaber. Honestly, she thinks it's a better tool than weapon, but she isn't about to split hairs on that here. She thinks this conversation is over and is ready to continue walking--until he keeps talking. This guy does not know when to just accept something she's told him as fact and it's grinding on her nerves.

Without warning again, she draws the saber, turns it on, and uses it to effortlessly slice through a thick, low-hanging branch on one of the trees. The limb crashes into the undergrowth, smoke rising from the stub where it used to grow. She sheathes the saber once more, and doesn't try to hide her exasperation.]

Yes, if it comes to that, I will. Now let's go.

[heisenbitch]

[ Well, of course he ain't just gonna take her word for it, that she could handle aliens or whatever with a fluorescent ligh-- ]

--Jesus, whoa!

[ He leaps back a step, startled with fright again as the humming light thing cuts through that thick branch like it's made of melted butter. The crash of the branch makes Jesse flinch, but then he's just staring at the severed tree limb on the ground. Holy shit.

Darting his attention back up to her, he peers at her with incredulous amazement. He swallows. Suddenly, he's equal parts terrified of her and grateful as all hell that he's got someone on his side with a freakin' cool ass weapon. ]

O-okay. [ Both hands coming up in surrender. ] Okay, man, whatever you say.

[ventifact]

[This is more like it. With a curt nod, Rey moves towards the plateau, trying to gauge how easy it will be to climb. The stairs look a little worn, but probably usable. She'd rather take her chances with the rock face, but she isn't entirely sure he's built for that kind of physical strain.

But there's one more thing she wants to clear up first--]

It's Rey. Not "man," or "dude," or "bro." Just Rey, alright?

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse hasn't moved from the spot. Still staring at her with a whole new wary appreciation. ]

O...okay. Rey. Sure. Got it.

[ A swallow, then a gesture to himself. ]

Jesse.

76

[ventifact]

[Normally, Rey would hold the same kind of suspicions as him. But she had been too hungry and thirsty upon arrival to refuse any sustenance offered. And if they were going to try and poison them all or something, they would have already done it. So far, all she sees is people enjoying themselves and taking what could be a well-needed break from the bullshit that goes down on the ship and the places it visits.

So, she shrugs.]

We aren't dead yet.

[mylawn]

Doesn’t have to kill you.

[76 is intimately acquainted with a variety of things that are worse than death. He already knows he won’t be stopping anyone from participating in this party (and feels like he’s not being as adamant about it as he would ordinarily be—but that’s silly, isn’t it). The least he can do is make sure people have their wits about him in the event things go south.

He expects things to go south, sooner or later.]

[ventifact]

[Rey has been trying not to expect the worst, but old habits die hard. His words bring her a little closer to reality, and she scans the faces at the gathering; not a care in the world, all smiles and slumped shoulders. It puts an edge to her mind where there wasn't one just moments ago.

She sets her half-empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter.]

Guess not.