you can call me great one

It seemed sort of pointless, coming back to Coruscant when she knew she'd be here all of a day before going off to the next thing, but Jaina told herself that she'd still be sleeping in her own bed and that made it okay. Between Fandom and work and Christmas, she'd hardly seen her own bed lately. The last time she'd been here it'd barely been long enough to finally do things like put pictures and holos up, because for all her issues, that whole Nothing thing had had a bigger effect on her than she wanted to admit.

When she got to her quarters, she dropped her bag, closed the door, and took a seat at the table to check her messages. And when she saw the date on her phone, she sent a quick Happy New Year! mass text, figuring that as long as it was on the right day, it didn't really matter if it wasn't midnight.


[If you think you got the text, you did. Open for calls, texts or emails, with warning for occasional bouts of SP interspersed with "omg keep me entertained."]