you can call me great one

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.]

After saying goodbye to Luke, Jaina wasn't really in the mood to be social. For oh, about a year now she'd been thinking that she was on her own here without anyone watching after her or telling her what to do, but the reality was that she just didn't have anyone from her reality for that. Knowing that she really was going to be on her own was a little odd now. And maybe a tiny bit depressing. Shhh.

So she'd closed herself off in her alcove for now, paging through a datapad even though mainly she was focusing on internally touching base with Jacen. It was nice to know that even a galaxy away, she could still do that.


[Can be open, sure. Mainly I'm just mean.]

Jaina had not had a great couple days. Between getting kidnapped, electrocuted at random but persistent intervals for two days, turning on a fellow classmate and then having to drag her uncle to the clinic, she figured she was about done for the week. She stopped off at her room long enough to clean up, threw her still-damp hair back and headed upstairs to knock on John's door. Just because.

[For the room's occupant!]

After yesterday's trip into the common room, Jaina decided maybe she'd stick to her own room today, at least until she knew this current bout of Fandom weirdness was over. She could only deal with so much patheticness in one weekend and she was pretty sure she'd filled her quota of being yelled at, cried at and accused of liking other boys better.

So until then she was going to keep working on her homework. With the door closed.

[It's still knockable, though.]

For all of Jaina's worrying that she didn't have a job anymore, new orders came in anyway when she wasn't expecting them. Well, that answered that question. The Vong had started closing in on the Corellian Run, which meant they were starting to invade the Core Worlds, and so the Rogues were being deployed to try and fight them off before they got any closer than they already were. They were simple orders, and shouldn't take that long.

It wasn't even a big deal to go back out. She wanted to get back in a ship, sure, but maybe she'd already stopped thinking of fighting as something to look forward to. It was a job. She'd go there, rack up some more kills, come back to school. At least she had a better idea now of how time there equated to Fandom time.

After leaving a few voicemails, she started packing a bag, not exactly sure when they'd call her again to come meet the transport.


[Door's closed, post is open.]

Between the end of Parents Weekend (including the meeting she was glad went as well as it did), Fandom finding even more ways to scar her, and other things, Jaina was having a pretty interesting week so far.

Some parts of it (okay, the Parents Weekend parts only), she knew she had to actually update people about, especially since it was official that she wouldn't be going home permanently for a while. Which was why she'd started recording a transmission to her mother before realizing talking about how great her weekend with her dad was might not be such a great idea, and had resumed sitting there and trying to figure out what to say.

[For Karal, but open, much like the door. SP for workishness and time zones yay.]

Jaina had woken up early and been unable to get back to sleep, which had nothing to do with the realization that tomorrow her dad and aunt would be here. Nor did it have anything to do with that niggling little paranoia that certain meetings might cause the authorities to be called, or entre sections of the island to be blown up or something.

She'd spent a good part of her early hours handwavily at the salle for some drills before coming back to clean up and change, following it up with some good old-fashioned room cleaning. Because she didn't want to get that Look and be told to clean it, yes. Shhh.


[For Karal in particular, open in general, and SP is love. Door's open.]