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[It would not be a stretch to say that Rey's adjustment to this places has not been the most smooth. Better than expected, but there are some things that she's still having trouble getting used to.
She's better about crowds these days, about how it feels to have hundreds of people clustered close and going about their lives, but after a lifetime of living alone on Jakku it can get to be a bit much at times. Add to that the fact that the bed she had found in one of the unoccupied rooms had been too soft to be comfortable and it's led her to the sun room early, early in the morning. She's been happy to see that most of the people aboard this ship are not morning people and that that gives her the chance to stop by the kitchen for something to eat, to stop again at the armory where she creates for herself two practice swords with no hand guards to speak of and one very hefty looking staff. Fully aware that she looks like she's heading off to fight a war on her own, she wanders the sunlight room searching out where she knows the stream is.
What she finds, though, is a man who looks very much like he's sleeping right in the middle of her path. Is he sleeping? Has someone knocked him out and left him? She very nearly passes right by him but something tugs on her, reminds her not to be an absolutely awful person who operates on the motto everyone for themselves.
So she shifts the swords and the basket with her food into one hand, slings the staff off her shoulder with the other, and uses the end of it to carefully poke him in the shoulder.]
Please be alive, I haven't been here long enough to learn the process of reporting dead bodies yet.
She's better about crowds these days, about how it feels to have hundreds of people clustered close and going about their lives, but after a lifetime of living alone on Jakku it can get to be a bit much at times. Add to that the fact that the bed she had found in one of the unoccupied rooms had been too soft to be comfortable and it's led her to the sun room early, early in the morning. She's been happy to see that most of the people aboard this ship are not morning people and that that gives her the chance to stop by the kitchen for something to eat, to stop again at the armory where she creates for herself two practice swords with no hand guards to speak of and one very hefty looking staff. Fully aware that she looks like she's heading off to fight a war on her own, she wanders the sunlight room searching out where she knows the stream is.
What she finds, though, is a man who looks very much like he's sleeping right in the middle of her path. Is he sleeping? Has someone knocked him out and left him? She very nearly passes right by him but something tugs on her, reminds her not to be an absolutely awful person who operates on the motto everyone for themselves.
So she shifts the swords and the basket with her food into one hand, slings the staff off her shoulder with the other, and uses the end of it to carefully poke him in the shoulder.]
Please be alive, I haven't been here long enough to learn the process of reporting dead bodies yet.
[ the sunlit room's more like home than anywhere else on the ship. mal's used to forests, to sleeping on the cold ground bundled up in his military issued coat and scarves to keep him warm.
the wool is itchy but he sort of misses it now.
or he would, really, were he thinking about it. since he's arrived, he's spent little time in the room that's supposedly assigned to him. instead he sleeps tucked against the illusion of a tree, near the stream.
near the stream is where he's sprawled out today, stretched on his back with one arm tucked underneath his head as a pillow. he hears someone approaching, lets himself be drawn to full consciousness then but doesn't open his eyes. maybe they'll move on.
but they don't. instead the footsteps stop near him and mal feels something poke his shoulder. he opens one eye, swats at the offending object. ] Pretty alive. [ at least while he's here, that is. ] It's pretty dangerous to jab people like that. I could have had a knife on me. [ and he does, actually. four at the moment, tucked away in places no one can see. ]
the wool is itchy but he sort of misses it now.
or he would, really, were he thinking about it. since he's arrived, he's spent little time in the room that's supposedly assigned to him. instead he sleeps tucked against the illusion of a tree, near the stream.
near the stream is where he's sprawled out today, stretched on his back with one arm tucked underneath his head as a pillow. he hears someone approaching, lets himself be drawn to full consciousness then but doesn't open his eyes. maybe they'll move on.
but they don't. instead the footsteps stop near him and mal feels something poke his shoulder. he opens one eye, swats at the offending object. ] Pretty alive. [ at least while he's here, that is. ] It's pretty dangerous to jab people like that. I could have had a knife on me. [ and he does, actually. four at the moment, tucked away in places no one can see. ]
That's what the staff is for.
[It allows her to check for danger while staying far from it, lets her investigate things like the metal sheeting in a buried star cruiser or, apparently, sleepy men.
But she moves it away from him once she's sure he is in fact alive and not actually a dead body that's in the perfect position to ruin her day and usually, this would be enough for her. She would move on without much more than a curt nod, but there's something about what he's doing that she finds very interesting.
Just a quick look around tells her that there's certainly enough trees here, enough space, for her to set up a hammock if she wished to. She isn't at all fond of the room she's found herself in, vastly prefers even the artificial green of the forest in this one, and it's certainly big enough for two people to exist in it without coming across each other often.]
Do you always sleep here?
[It allows her to check for danger while staying far from it, lets her investigate things like the metal sheeting in a buried star cruiser or, apparently, sleepy men.
But she moves it away from him once she's sure he is in fact alive and not actually a dead body that's in the perfect position to ruin her day and usually, this would be enough for her. She would move on without much more than a curt nod, but there's something about what he's doing that she finds very interesting.
Just a quick look around tells her that there's certainly enough trees here, enough space, for her to set up a hammock if she wished to. She isn't at all fond of the room she's found herself in, vastly prefers even the artificial green of the forest in this one, and it's certainly big enough for two people to exist in it without coming across each other often.]
Do you always sleep here?
Fair enough. [ mal pushes himself up so he's sitting, leaning on one arm and gives both the staff and the young woman holding it a once over. that's a fair statement, she's out of reach that he wouldn't have been able to do anything with the knives anyway.
mal's not carrying his pistol around on the station, though he thinks he should be.
then he decides to bring the conversation to an even level, stands up and dusts the front of his pants off with his hands. the dirt is fake but it's habit and it looks real enough. ] It's free space so why not?
[ he looks around, then back at her. ] It's quiet and mostly empty at night, except for a few stragglers. Almost like a real forest. [ mal had been camping in the forest for weeks, prefers it to the sounds of the station and the metal all around. ] I'm not used to the whole sleeping in a metal box thing.
mal's not carrying his pistol around on the station, though he thinks he should be.
then he decides to bring the conversation to an even level, stands up and dusts the front of his pants off with his hands. the dirt is fake but it's habit and it looks real enough. ] It's free space so why not?
[ he looks around, then back at her. ] It's quiet and mostly empty at night, except for a few stragglers. Almost like a real forest. [ mal had been camping in the forest for weeks, prefers it to the sounds of the station and the metal all around. ] I'm not used to the whole sleeping in a metal box thing.
It's hardly a box.
[Never put it past Rey to defend what is a very impressive star ship. Ships like this make her feel at home in a way that she still isn't all that used to and the fact that there's a chance to have a forest like the one on Ajan Kloss inside it kind of makes it the very best of both worlds, to Rey. On that planet she had set up her own little space protected from the elements, separate from the rest of the Resistance just enough that only the people who really wanted to visit her would do so but allowing her to watch over the camp from up high all the same. She had had her simple cot, her collection of Jedi texts, and a space for BB-8. It had been perfect.
Why couldn't she make something similar here? He's said himself it's free space.]
Just there, [And she points with the staff to a little clearing just far enough from his tree where there are two more an appropriate distance apart. It's far that they wouldn't be able to speak without shouting, obscured just enough but a handful of flowering bushes that if she set up a hammock just so they wouldn't even have to see each other.] If I put a hammock there and promised not to bother you would you object?
[She finally looks back at him now, apparently done with staking the place out and ready to do that thing most civilized people do when having conversations with other people.
You know. Looking at them. Paying actual attention to them. Hurray for gremlins.]
[Never put it past Rey to defend what is a very impressive star ship. Ships like this make her feel at home in a way that she still isn't all that used to and the fact that there's a chance to have a forest like the one on Ajan Kloss inside it kind of makes it the very best of both worlds, to Rey. On that planet she had set up her own little space protected from the elements, separate from the rest of the Resistance just enough that only the people who really wanted to visit her would do so but allowing her to watch over the camp from up high all the same. She had had her simple cot, her collection of Jedi texts, and a space for BB-8. It had been perfect.
Why couldn't she make something similar here? He's said himself it's free space.]
Just there, [And she points with the staff to a little clearing just far enough from his tree where there are two more an appropriate distance apart. It's far that they wouldn't be able to speak without shouting, obscured just enough but a handful of flowering bushes that if she set up a hammock just so they wouldn't even have to see each other.] If I put a hammock there and promised not to bother you would you object?
[She finally looks back at him now, apparently done with staking the place out and ready to do that thing most civilized people do when having conversations with other people.
You know. Looking at them. Paying actual attention to them. Hurray for gremlins.]
It's metal walls all around, isn't it? [ impressive as it is, it's being contained. mal's not about to say it isn't beyond his wildest imagination, but it's also nothing like home.
and home, well, he's not actually going back to that any time soon unless he succeeds and then-- he's not sure how it works. if it's him that's going back, if it's something magical entirely and not him at all.
he looks over by where she's pointing and for a moment wishes he'd taken the spot, it's covered and pretty private. he hasn't actually claimed a space for himself, but it's not a bad idea. ] I wouldn't. I wasn't planning on making this my permanent spot but I can avoid where you set your hammock up when I do.
Someone told me the weather here changes so you might want to take that into consideration with your set up. [ mal's current tree's shit for a rainy day, which is why it's not permanent. ]
and home, well, he's not actually going back to that any time soon unless he succeeds and then-- he's not sure how it works. if it's him that's going back, if it's something magical entirely and not him at all.
he looks over by where she's pointing and for a moment wishes he'd taken the spot, it's covered and pretty private. he hasn't actually claimed a space for himself, but it's not a bad idea. ] I wouldn't. I wasn't planning on making this my permanent spot but I can avoid where you set your hammock up when I do.
Someone told me the weather here changes so you might want to take that into consideration with your set up. [ mal's current tree's shit for a rainy day, which is why it's not permanent. ]
[She wants to argue that, to say that this ship is enormous and there are plenty of places to go, plenty of things to do and being here is hardly being trapped-
But that's her experience of space, isn't it? It had been Jakku that had felt like a prison for her, the endless desert the place that had contained her, and it had been flying that set her free.
So it's easier to let it go with a barely noticeable nod, to take in the rest of what he says. With a glance upwards, she frowns at the sunny sky.]
Did they say how often that happens? Or if we can program it so it stays nice in here?
[Now that she doesn't need the staff she slings the strap on it back over her shoulder so it sits securely across her back once more, shifts the swords so that she's holding one in each hand and the basket of her food is held securely in the crook of her elbow.
Two practice swords, a picnic basket, and a staff. Definitely what you need for an early morning walk.]
But that's her experience of space, isn't it? It had been Jakku that had felt like a prison for her, the endless desert the place that had contained her, and it had been flying that set her free.
So it's easier to let it go with a barely noticeable nod, to take in the rest of what he says. With a glance upwards, she frowns at the sunny sky.]
Did they say how often that happens? Or if we can program it so it stays nice in here?
[Now that she doesn't need the staff she slings the strap on it back over her shoulder so it sits securely across her back once more, shifts the swords so that she's holding one in each hand and the basket of her food is held securely in the crook of her elbow.
Two practice swords, a picnic basket, and a staff. Definitely what you need for an early morning walk.]
No one said anything about... programs... [ it's said in a way that makes it clear that mal wouldn't really understand what 'program it' means.
he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, almost sheepish.
then his attention falls to what's more important, the bounty in her arms. she seems more than capable of carrying it all, but mal's not completely oblivious to what manners look like sometimes. ] Need help carrying any of that?
he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, almost sheepish.
then his attention falls to what's more important, the bounty in her arms. she seems more than capable of carrying it all, but mal's not completely oblivious to what manners look like sometimes. ] Need help carrying any of that?
[Oh. He does say it like it's entirely alien to him and she can't help thinking of Finn, of how awful he is at all things related to technology, and she has to bite down on her lip to keep from smiling. It's charming, that's all, but he doesn't need to know that.
And when he offers her his help her first instinct is to turn him down, to make up some excuse and slip away, but she hesitates as she's about to do just that. If they are going to be sharing a metal box, as he says, it would be better to form relationships with the people inside it with her. She knows she has a long way to go in terms of learning to be a people person and after all, how is she supposed to get better about it if she's always defaulting to being as closed off as she had been on Jakku? Jedi aren't like that.
So she nods, holding out the basket of food to him.]
I suppose I do owe you breakfast after waking you up so early.
And when he offers her his help her first instinct is to turn him down, to make up some excuse and slip away, but she hesitates as she's about to do just that. If they are going to be sharing a metal box, as he says, it would be better to form relationships with the people inside it with her. She knows she has a long way to go in terms of learning to be a people person and after all, how is she supposed to get better about it if she's always defaulting to being as closed off as she had been on Jakku? Jedi aren't like that.
So she nods, holding out the basket of food to him.]
I suppose I do owe you breakfast after waking you up so early.
[ does he want to talk to the authorities? no. but will he do the right thing to help clara, yes. ] Yeah, I can tell them we were together.
Are we sure these authorities will actually do the right thing? They seemed pretty set like they had their people without looking into it.
Are we sure these authorities will actually do the right thing? They seemed pretty set like they had their people without looking into it.
I have the book you were all reading together. It's in a bag, there should be no fingerprints on it save those who were present, and I have photographs that Kaede took of her with timestamps that should be taken as proof of her being elsewhere at the time the murder was committed.
I cannot speak to what the authorities may or may not do. I agree they do not seem remarkably competent thus far.
However, any information we gather will be useful should we need to stage an escape at some point in the future.
I cannot speak to what the authorities may or may not do. I agree they do not seem remarkably competent thus far.
However, any information we gather will be useful should we need to stage an escape at some point in the future.
Edited (me forgetting to tweak details in a tag after specifically talking to laws and brandi omg) 2022-05-16 23:57 (UTC)
I didn’t do any reading as much as showed up when she was reading out loud.
Do you need me to touch the book? [ what do finger prints have to do with this? also photographs. right. totally. ]
I can make a statement that I was with her. If I end up needing an alibi with the way the police here are working, I have someone I can ask. Or we find the orb and everyone disappears, right?
Do you need me to touch the book? [ what do finger prints have to do with this? also photographs. right. totally. ]
I can make a statement that I was with her. If I end up needing an alibi with the way the police here are working, I have someone I can ask. Or we find the orb and everyone disappears, right?
I am going to preface this with a caveat: none of what I am about to say is meant to be in judgement of your abilities. I have considerable experience with law enforcement in my home, and given that I do not know the nature of your life I am offering what I know as a preemptive measure. Do not take it personally if this information is already known to you, as I cannot guarantee that we will be able to speak long enough to justify wasting time discerning your skill.
（ he is sometimes an absolute know-it-all, but mostly he's just tired of people's egos getting in the way of doing real work, so. enjoy your disclaimer, mal. ）
Don't touch the book if you didn't at the time — they may count it as contamination of evidence.
It would be a good precaution to arrange an alibi beforehand — but given that we have gaps in what we know of this world's technology, alien physiology and pharmacology, please assume that the authorities in Vrefesea likely have access to greater resources than Qririe Cliffs. They may have the means to elicit the truth in such a fashion, and if you are not properly conditioned to withstand pharmacological compounds or mental intrusions they are very difficult to resist.
When speaking to the police it is best to give as little information as is possible while still seeming forthcoming and helpful. Do not volunteer information they do not ask for. You may unknowingly implicate yourself or others if they are of a mind to twist your words.
If you must lie, ensure whatever you must couch the statement in is as truthful as possible otherwise. It is more difficult to disprove something that is five percent untrue as opposed to ninety percent untrue, and such disparities are more likely to be forgiven as a product of perception and the fallibility of memory rather than immediately assumed to be malice.
Be polite, respectful, but do not take anything that is given to you to eat or drink. If you smoke, or produce any manner of garbage (such as a wrapper) take it with you when you leave.
（ he is sometimes an absolute know-it-all, but mostly he's just tired of people's egos getting in the way of doing real work, so. enjoy your disclaimer, mal. ）
Don't touch the book if you didn't at the time — they may count it as contamination of evidence.
It would be a good precaution to arrange an alibi beforehand — but given that we have gaps in what we know of this world's technology, alien physiology and pharmacology, please assume that the authorities in Vrefesea likely have access to greater resources than Qririe Cliffs. They may have the means to elicit the truth in such a fashion, and if you are not properly conditioned to withstand pharmacological compounds or mental intrusions they are very difficult to resist.
When speaking to the police it is best to give as little information as is possible while still seeming forthcoming and helpful. Do not volunteer information they do not ask for. You may unknowingly implicate yourself or others if they are of a mind to twist your words.
If you must lie, ensure whatever you must couch the statement in is as truthful as possible otherwise. It is more difficult to disprove something that is five percent untrue as opposed to ninety percent untrue, and such disparities are more likely to be forgiven as a product of perception and the fallibility of memory rather than immediately assumed to be malice.
Be polite, respectful, but do not take anything that is given to you to eat or drink. If you smoke, or produce any manner of garbage (such as a wrapper) take it with you when you leave.
[ wow. this guy is wordy.
'no' would have been enough. ]
Sadly, I have dealt with this sort of authority. Good to know most of it is consistent no matter where you show up. [ and what isn't, well, it's appreciated insight even if he doesn't voice it at every point. ]
Thank you.
You can count on me to help Clara.
'no' would have been enough. ]
Sadly, I have dealt with this sort of authority. Good to know most of it is consistent no matter where you show up. [ and what isn't, well, it's appreciated insight even if he doesn't voice it at every point. ]
Thank you.
You can count on me to help Clara.
Edited 2022-05-21 05:07 (UTC)
[ he's almost surprise she offers him the basket, but mal takes it when she does because he's true to his word and the offers he makes. plus, there's food in it so he's not about to miss a chance to look over and perhaps judge her choices.
he's got a few stashes of food hidden away already, nothing perishable, and all of this looks good but wouldn't be something he adds to the hoards.
if she can tell he's judging, well, he offers a nod of approval after a moment. ] I wasn't going to ask for compensation but since you offered... [ he grins, perhaps a little cheeky about it. ] I won't say no to breakfasst.
I'm Mal.
he's got a few stashes of food hidden away already, nothing perishable, and all of this looks good but wouldn't be something he adds to the hoards.
if she can tell he's judging, well, he offers a nod of approval after a moment. ] I wasn't going to ask for compensation but since you offered... [ he grins, perhaps a little cheeky about it. ] I won't say no to breakfasst.
I'm Mal.
I'm more used to a bartering system. We'll call it a trade.
[She likes his smile, she finds herself realizing a little abruptly, and before it's something she's entirely aware of she's giving him one in return. Hers isn't cheeky at all, more subdued and small but warm all the same, and she waves one of the swords at him to motion for him to follow her.]
Rey. Do you think you wait until I've finished my training to eat or should we just set up the picnic right away?
[She likes his smile, she finds herself realizing a little abruptly, and before it's something she's entirely aware of she's giving him one in return. Hers isn't cheeky at all, more subdued and small but warm all the same, and she waves one of the swords at him to motion for him to follow her.]
Rey. Do you think you wait until I've finished my training to eat or should we just set up the picnic right away?
How did you make out after the train exploded?
[squint.
bro what]
Hazy? How badly were you hurt?
[Yes she is entirely ignoring the fact that he's asked about her what about it]
bro what]
Hazy? How badly were you hurt?
[Yes she is entirely ignoring the fact that he's asked about her what about it]
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