solo_sword: (looking down)
Jaina was spending a good part of her morning on the mainland today, trying to get done all the errands done that she needed to in one day because she'd been putting them off long enough to make a trip to the mainland worth it. It just happened that she ended up accosted by two little girls in uniform at a table she hadn't spotted on her way in as she was leaving the store, and was asked, "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"

Um. "I'm probably not the person you want to be selling those to," Jaina said slowly, eyeing the boxes warily. Especially the green ones.

"It's for a really good cause," one of the girls said, looking so earnest that Jaina almost felt bad. True, these kids were probably not hurting for sales, but it was hard to say no.

Except... there was no possible way she could eat them. Once your boyfriend had been a whore of a Thin Mint- twice- you tended to be biased against eating them. "How about I give you the money and you keep the cookies?" she offered.

"We can't. We have to match our inventory," the second girl said with a sage nod.

She frowned, then dug into her purse. Yes, she carried one out in the real world. Shut up. "Fine. I'll take a box," she agreed, though she immediately began wondering what happened in the cookie boxes when they weren't opened.

"Just one?" the first girl asked. "You could buy one from each of us..."

The frown deepened. "Look into politics, kid," she said, and handed over enough for a second box of something she wouldn't be able to eat without feeling really wrong. At the very least it should make for an interesting E-mail.


[Establishy. LOOK I'M TIRED AND CHRISTMAS IS OVER.]
solo_sword: (right)
The comlink project was turning out to be harder than Jaina had intended, but she was determined to get it done. Even if it meant getting Lowie on the comm to instruct her on how to do it. That was not going well. There was no mistaking the frustration in Jaina's voice, and while a bystander might not understand the growls and such coming from the other end of the line, there was frustration happening there, too.

"I have an idea," Jaina said finally, rubbing a temple. "Think you can get one set up from there and send it to me?"

Lowie grumbled his agreement at that, to which she replied good-naturedly, "Good Wookiee."

And yet as soon as the call was over Jaina was trying again, because again, determined.


[Door and post open post-call.]
solo_sword: (profile)
John was headed back to Colorado tonight, and Jaina was on her way home tomorrow. It'd be nice to just keep him here as long as possible, but duty called. After the dinner last night, today was mostly having some time in.

In front of the TV. Watching curling on the Olympics. The fact that they were actually doing this made Jaina wonder when they became That Couple. Eh. It was nice to act like a normal couple who'd been together for years for the tiny bit that it'd last. The sport itself made a lot more sense given their history, even if she was on her third, "No, really, this is in the Olympics?"


[For the boy, and pretend I can write a post.]
solo_sword: (hmmm)
Valentine's Day this year was sort of being done on the fly, which was more than fine by Jaina. She'd been expecting to just ignore the holiday altogether. She and John had had the dance last night, and today involved movie night. Because someone had to finally find out what "twitterpated" meant, and apparently a viewing of the meta for Bambi was the only way that was going to happen.

So after getting everything set up and getting the movie started and getting comfortable, Jaina noticed, "This is a cartoon."

Someone also had apparently not come to realize that animation was not always an insult to anyone over the age of five, but then again, she'd met Jar Jar Binks.


[For he whose room it is.]
solo_sword: (concerned)
If it wasn't for the fact that Jaina was still keeping an eye on Adrian for Rose and Dimitri, she probably would have just headed out of town this weekend. She was twitchy and worried and the fact that Valentine's Day was tomorrow meant she wasn't doing as well at repressing her fears about why she hadn't heard from John in thirty-three days. It just made his absence harder to ignore. Worse, she kept formulating theories on what could have happened, like maybe he'd been hurt, or maybe things went really badly, or maybe he was so happy with his new team family he didn't want to come back. That last thought only lasted about a second, but the part of her that had gotten completely jealous of the way Ronon talked about it definitely went there. You'd think that being able to attack things with logic, or having experienced this kind of worry before, and recently, with her parents might have made things better, but here she was.

Once she was sure she was done with vampire duty till tonight, she went to take just a tiny bit more time training than she usually did, and came back to her room for a long shower feeling marginally better. And then she found a seat on her bed, checking tonight's TV listings on her phone to decide if she wanted to venture into a common room for entertainment rather than going to the dance, or sit in her room and pretend she wasn't worrying/sulking rather than going to the dance.


[For one, but the door's open if you really want to show up before.]
solo_sword: (thinky)
Jaina found that the morning of the day that she had to leave, or John had to leave, was never really easy for her. She didn't complain, reminding herself that it'd be practically no time at all for her and that no seriously she'd kick his ass if he came back married again, and since he seemed all right about it, that made it more okay. At any rate, she was pretty set on enjoying the time until he had to go.

So she was in a pretty okay mood by the time room service came by, and after she closed the door she brought the tray over to the bed. "You may not have to eat for the rest of the day after this," she warned.


[For that guy.]
solo_sword: (sleepytime)
Sometimes all you really needed was a day to react to something completely irrationally. (Though to be completely fair, say Chuck Bass had a date with your sixteen-year-old mother. Are you going to take that well? Exactly.) After going out last night and threatening/actually kind of talking to Chuck, Jaina wasn't good with this, but she might actually be able to handle it like an adult.

...After the raging hangover ended. It had to say something that she'd woken up with far more of these in the last few months than she had in two and a half years of being here, but at least she didn't have class today and didn't need to start training or working until she was good and ready. Wait, was that her comlink going off? Of course it was.

Groaning and pulling herself out of bed despite the fact that her entire body starting with her head seemed to be protesting any sort of movement, she found her comlink and prepared herself to have to feign sober and healthy to manage talking about work. She thought this might be what it felt like to actually act twenty-one, and decided maybe she'd just start acting like she was twenty-two.


[Establishy, though if you want to add to her headache post-call, I can deal with SP if you can.]
solo_sword: (frown)
For years John had talked about sending the office a gift basket for giving him a single room. Jaina wondered if it was possible to revoke one that had never been sent for the fact that she was now living next door to her alternate universe sixteen-year-old mother. But it was okay so far. It was weird, but not as bad as she thought it might be.

Tonight she was taking it kind of easy, sending off a reply E-mail to that guy in Antarctica, when she felt a disturbance in the Force.

"Why do I suddenly want to kill things?" she wondered aloud.


[Establishy. THEY MADE ME.]
solo_sword: (yeah sure)
Jaina was really regretting getting John that Snuggie for his twenty-sixth birthday, for the simple fact that he never seemed to want to take it off. She'd raised an eyebrow when he said that he wanted it, and moreso when she actually had to go buy one and it was suddenly reality, but she'd figured it was something that he'd think was cool for a day and that'd be it.

Nope.

And after a while of watching him walk around in it today, she finally just had to say it. "Why do I think I'm being replaced by a sheet of fabric with holes?"


[For the Snuggie wearer. For shame.]
solo_sword: (hanging out)
Christmas 2008 had been spent aboard Ralroost, waiting as John healed up from being impaled during a mission. Since then there'd been a couple more Christmases, to the point that Jaina had absolutely no problem taking some time to go home. The new Jedi Academy was barely at the beginning stages of being built, she had potential mission stuff to talk over with Luke, and she hadn't gotten to spend hardly any time at all with tiny Ben before coming back to Fandom last time. Holidays were supposed to be about family, and she was all about that this year.

And getting to bring John with her was an unexpected bonus. Her family had to be wtfing at her when she left a room, but that was fine. She knew it was confusing. There was happiness going on here, that's what counted.

After spending some time with everyone, Jaina led John back to the room (Han, being the type of dad he was, had insisted on them having two separate rooms, and Jaina had said fine and then completely disregarded this), asking, "Is it weird to be back here?"

[NFB for distance, SP is a yay, and for that guy she showed up with.]
solo_sword: (frown)
The biggest downside to Jaina's current travel schedule wasn't the time differential. It was that she was going from December in Maryland to May in England back to December in Maryland back to June in England, and it was really kriffing difficult to pack accordingly for that.

Which was probably a factor in how she'd just been feeling a little rundown the first day or two she was at John's and just chalked it up to time lag. By the time the sore throat and stuffy-headed feeling came around, though, she had to accept that she was sick. Not that she wanted to admit it, though, even as she curled up on the sofa not wanting to move and reminding herself that she was a badass who did not need a healing trace for a cold, no matter how annoying it was.


[Yes, another post. Happy holidays, Tracy! :D For the boy!]
solo_sword: (Default)
To say that things were complicated right now was to put it lightly. John's time still moved at the rate of one month per Fandom day, which meant Jaina was back to living on two timelines in order to make things work. Every day now she was taking a portal back there from Fandom, spend however long with him, and then return to the same day that she'd left. Would it drive her crazy eventually? Uh huh. But she definitely thought it was worth a little bit of what sanity she had left, and surprisingly, she was really enjoying figuring things out. How often did you get to remind yourself from the beginning why you fell in love with someone?

And since, no, seriously, the base was in the middle of nowhere, England, this left really only two options of entertainment: talking, or something that really had nothing to do with talking at all. So while cleaning up after dinner, Jaina decided which of those options she was going for tonight. "Can I ask a question?"

[For that guy from that thing.]
solo_sword: (hopeful)
To say Jaina had some nerves going would be putting it lightly. If you'd told her a week ago that she'd be in England to meet up with her ex who... well, saying he might not be her ex anymore felt like jinxing it so she was really not going to say that. But if you told her she'd be in England to see him, she would have looked at you funny and said it wasn't going to happen.

Yet here she was.

Of course, her portal ended up being early, so Jaina waited as patiently as she could with her bag slung over her shoulder, scanning the crowd like she wouldn't sense him before she saw him.

[For whatshisface.]
solo_sword: (crossed arms)
Jaina had never been so happy to get called home. There was really nowhere she wanted to be less than Fandom right now, even if home wasn't exactly happy. At least at home she was nearby if if they got word on any of her missing family members. Because every single one of them was just that. Luke, Mara and Jacen had been off the radar for weeks, and Han and Leia had dropped out of contact- again- sometime over the weekend. As worrisome as it was, it was becoming normal for the Skywalker-Solos.

Her need for escape didn't even come from the weirdness of the weekend. Sure, she'd kissed people she shouldn't have and slept with someone she really shouldn't have, but that's what happened here. It was all so absurd she couldn't really take it seriously, no matter what insanity had taken place.

No, the killer was thinking being just friends with John was going well, only to end up hearing "I still love you so I can't talk to you anymore." She wasn't depressed. No, she'd even woken up pissed off, and in a way it felt good just to be able to be mad about it without worrying about ruining something, since it was too late for that. Logically, she understood his point. But mostly, if any one person could ever make her feel worse than she did now, she never, ever wanted to know about it. Even worse than getting broken up with as friends was the fact that Jaina knew that even if he were to change his mind, she'd hit her limit. She just didn't have the emotional stamina to keep up with what the last six weeks had brought her anymore.

So the door was open while she packed for home, and if she was packing more than usual, there was a part of her that was seriously hoping that she could turn it into an extended break.


[Will be a linkdrop, and door and post are open.]
solo_sword: (irritation)
Jaina would never have believed she could even think it, but she was sort of glad to be able to get to Fandom after spending Thanksgiving with the family, because now she could get back to her routine. Especially now that her routine was beginning to become less about distraction and more about training again as she adjusted to certain new realities.

Too bad her routine got shot to hell today by a rare bout of oversleep coupled with work calls she had to take care of, so she didn't get to go for her workout till after class. Afterwards, she came back to her room, opened the water bottle on her desk, and went to drink from it-

"Ugh," she said, pulling it away from her mouth after tasting what was actually inside. It wasn't that it was bad, it was just that she needed actual water after that much time in the gym, not egg nog. Deciding that maybe she'd just head for the shower instead, it was a really good thing she ran the water before stepping in.

Fine. She'd just change clothes and stay sweaty today. Thanks, Fandom!


[Door and post open. I'm home today feeling icky. Entertain me plz. *makes Precious Moments eyes*]
solo_sword: (um)
Jaina had gone out for her twenty-first birthday pretty much just to say she did it, even when the last thing she wanted to do these days was celebrate. And not only did she do it, but she did it well enough to wake up with a splitting headache when her alert buzzer went off. See, this was another reason she rarely drank like this; all the giggling and falling off of things (not that she'd done that) in the galaxy didn't make up for the aftermath.

After running through a technique to take away the worst of it, Jaina pulled her comlink and phone to her, because she still had messages to check, even if she wasn't getting up just yet. She was also still sore from yesterday's spar. Some degree of laziness was allowed. She rarely had messages on her phone anymore, so she was a little surprised to find one now. And then her heart did a little flip when she saw who it was from.

And then her stomach dropped when she remembered that she'd kind of initiated the whole thing.

She listened to it a couple times, then finally worked her way up to leaving one back before deciding maybe she should see how much she was up for in the gym. After a really greasy breakfast, some aspirin, and a gallon of water.


[Establishy, unless you wanna wait till 6!]
solo_sword: (emo)
In short, the time issue just got the better of them. Once Jaina got that voicemail from John last week, she knew things weren't going to work out. Not as long as he was still on fast forward. And really, she was new at this, but it had to be one of the weirdest breakups ever. Maybe it would have been easier if they'd yelled and ruined things forever, but they still loved each other, and it was obvious, and it was already making letting go that much harder. Odd, considering how much time she typically spent pushing people away. Odder was the fact that she didn't want everyone finding out, at least not now. It wasn't exactly something she wanted everyone hearing about on radio.

cut, because i'm kind at 5 am. but only at 5 am. )


[Door closed, post is open if you're good with the usual SP. Watch totally not randomly stolen without permission.]
solo_sword: (said better things)
Jaina's Monday didn't start off any different than usual. Training, class, returning work calls, not necessarily in that order. When she got back to her room to check her messages and find out what she'd missed, she found a series of messages.

She saw the text first, which was confusing, and once she listened to both messages, she had a really bad feeling about this. There was only one other time she'd gotten that many messages from John in such a short amount of time without her replying back.

Which meant she was calling back and really hoping she got him and not his voicemail.


[For that guy, and up early for time zones and RL.]
solo_sword: (b&w)
There were always great things about date night. It was summer again out here, which was a still a little strange when it was just barely fall in Fandom, but it meant time in the pool with a hot shirtless boyfriend, so Jaina wasn't complaining. It also meant a trip to the pool hall (see what they did there?) so she could show off the mad skills she'd freshened up on during the Kellerman's trip.

"So," Jaina said after they selected a table, "what are we playing for?"


[For the challenger omg and yay sp.]
solo_sword: (understated)
After getting in a spar with Jacen and seeing him off, Jaina didn't really feel like heading off to Fight Club. Instead she went back to her room for a shower, then collapsed on her bed, proud that between Jacen being around, meeting a tiny version of Wedge and an older Luke, having a conversation with her AU step-grandmother she was going to be older than soon, and several encounters with her older alternate universe boyfriend, no one had died.

That she knew of. She hadn't heard radio yet.

Not wanting to move off her bed, she pulled her phone to her hand, and called up Cuddle Bear's number.


[For the callee!]

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