you can call me great one

Jag had called while Jaina was in her office, and they'd talked for a good half hour before she realized that the call hadn't cut off for the first time since she'd been here. So they stayed on to take advantage of things working for once.

She even flat out told him that they were staying on as long as the connections held out, so in the rare case that she got visitors, they'd be dealing with an eavesdropper.

[Open!]

If you thought that Jaina wouldn't take a selfie with an Ewok to send to her mom, you were mistaken. Girl had to make her own fun here.

What was not fun, though, was trying to send the picture with severe connection issues between two galaxies. Mainly she was spending her office time cursing at her phone because she could not just try to do this later. Could not.

[Open!]

It was the last day of the session, and since Jaina wasn't teaching the rest of the summer, she was cleaning out her office. And it felt really weird, considering she was pretty sure she wasn't coming back to her office or teaching.

Though she'd said stuff like that before and look where she was now, so she wasn't putting too much stock into it.

The door was open, and Jaina was going through her desk and anything else could be hiding, wondering how she accumulated this much stuff.


[Open.]

At some point in the middle of Jaina's weekly planning/taking care of things time, "Feliz Navidad" started playing from somewhere. In June. It'd taken a good five minutes of hinting for the source- Jaina didn't have a ton of patience- before she decided she was just over it.

So anyone passing by her office would find Jaina sitting in the hall outside her office with her datapad in front of her and the door closed. You'd even probably still hear the music.

[Open, with work SP warning!]

The fact was, Jaina was disturbingly used to spending long stretches of time closed off somewhere with no food or showers while things tried to kill/hurt her. None of that was actually bothering her. She was bothered by things she'd seen in a couple rooms, but she was repressing that by being sort of vaguely worried about her grandfather without exactly knowing why.

But none of that was why there wasn't class today. It was just that once Jaina realized what day it was (why did it feel like Tuesday?), she'd already missed her shift at one job and it was too late to come up with something for today's class with how exhausted she was. Besides, she was sure a lot of people were still either hiding out or passed out. So she sent an email this morning telling her students that class was canceled, but that she'd be in her office if anyone needed her or wanted handwavy private flight shed time. What, shooting could be cathartic.

So she was in her office with coffee, going through messages from home. She could go weeks at a time without being able to contact her family, so they hadn't even noticed she was gone... at least not on their own. Jag had noticed, though, and he'd contacted her parents yesterday, and now she had worried messages from more than a few people. Hopefully 'There was a Fandom thing, I'll explain later' was an acceptable explanation for now...


[Open!]

On one hand, at least Jaina didn't have any deer trying to "secretly" watch her this week.

On the other hand, midway through getting things settled for class next week, she saw the squirrel walking in zigzags across her desk, wearing a tiny lampshade on its head. Apparently getting paid again this particular squirrel had decided to blow his entire paycheck all at once, which ended in him falling facefirst on Jaina's desk. And snoring.

She kind of missed the deer.

[Open!]

As usual with vacations, Jaina had had to be talked into going on the trip next week. It helped that things were quiet enough at home for everyone to be doing their own thing, true. So today, since she didn't have a class to plan, she was doing her research online to find out some things about where they were going and how they were getting there.

And if she kept checking her comm as if waiting for a message that she was needed at home instead, well, old habits died really, really hard.


[Open, with SP!]

After getting to freak out all weekend over looking like Jacen, Jaina really, really didn't like all the dead people wandering around. She'd done this before, when Anakin had come back from the dead, but that had been good. She'd been able to talk to him and let her family say goodbye and it'd helped.

She had no such hopes for Jacen, if he was out there.

And she didn't think he was, exactly. The automatic assumption was that he was, but she knew that was because she was already freaked out and sad from before. She'd hardly been able to sense him in life at the end there, but not seeing or hearing from him yet meant she was probably in the clear. Because after having one traumatic weekend that led to having to replace a mirror, she really didn't think her head or her heart could take more right now. So it was to the office to work on class and keep herself busy, because dealing with things was for other people.


[Open!]

It was Jaina's first day back in her office since before the break, and she was figuring she'd just get some research done for class and that'd be that. Instead when she came in, it was just in time to see a little green thing scurry into a grate, and then she looked around to see that the office had been ransacked. By gremlins. And she didn't even keep anything they might want in here.

Jaina sighed, resigned herself to cleaning up, and then working on class. And maybe a gremlin would show itself so she could punt it into the hall of something.


[Open office!]

Anyone who wandered by Jaina's office today would find her in there, just like normal.

It's just that they would find her wearing a dress and high heels, with a single classy strand of pearls around her neck, vacuuming her office. And humming to herself as she did it.

As you do.


[Door and post open, and if there was ever a reason for a character to come to life and murder me, this is both the post and the character to do it.]