solo_sword: (understated)
After class, Jaina had gotten in some time in the flight shed, which was nothing unusual. She'd just wanted to blast some things away, really. It was cathartic. She hadn't been too social this weekend, though it did seem like half her galaxy was slowly making its way into town. Also, that guy who looked like her dad. Ben was the part she still couldn't get over, though, and while she would never ever voice the thought, she was almost relieved that he was from an alternate reality and not her future. She felt horrible about it, because that was a reality where Jacen had survived, but she didn't like the way it sounded for anyone involved, really. So, basically this weekend had brought up a lot of things she hadn't wanted to think about.

When she got back to her room, she started going over her handouts from class. She wasn't a notetaker at all, but something told her she could really use something that came from at least one of her classes.

[Open door, open post.]
solo_sword: (understated)
After class, Jaina had gotten in some time in the flight shed, which was nothing unusual. She'd just wanted to blast some things away, really. It was cathartic. She hadn't been too social this weekend, though it did seem like half her galaxy was slowly making its way into town. Also, that guy who looked like her dad. Ben was the part she still couldn't get over, though, and while she would never ever voice the thought, she was almost relieved that he was from an alternate reality and not her future. She felt horrible about it, because that was a reality where Jacen had survived, but she didn't like the way it sounded for anyone involved, really. So, basically this weekend had brought up a lot of things she hadn't wanted to think about.

When she got back to her room, she started going over her handouts from class. She wasn't a notetaker at all, but something told her she could really use something that came from at least one of her classes.

[Open door, open post.]
solo_sword: (lookback)
Jaina tried to keep her mess restricted to the garage, mostly for Inara's sake rather than her own. Besides, rediscovering lost spare parts in bare feet was never fun, which was why she was collecting all the pieces for the toaster experiment into containers to bring back down there.

And then occasionally trying to throw them into said containers from a distance away out of boredom.


[Please entertain me. I found bad Jaina fic at the Pit of Voles and now I feel like I need to redeem her.]
solo_sword: (wee!jaina)
Jaina had had a pretty busy day, playing Space Vampires and trying to break into Anakin's shuttle and all, but she was bored. She was bored and Jacen wasn't here, so she was going to have to make her own fun. Which meant she had to go exploring.

It was probably best not to ask how she found the entrance into the sewers, except that she had a lot of practice wandering into the lower levels of Coruscant, and this was pretty much the reason she came down here at all. She didn't like it, though. It was boring and it made her want to take a bath and there was something wrong with anything that made her want to do that.

She sighed and thought about giving up and seeing if the ruins of that one building would be any fun, but kept going for a while anyway, just in case. And she lucked out when she saw the little gremlin, who saw her at the same time, and they both stopped in their tracks. She knew it was a bad idea to go near it, but it looked more scared than harmful, or at least she thought so in all her infinite six-year-old wisdom, so it was probably okay. And Jacen didn't have one yet and they didn't even have gremlins back home.

"Wait right there!" she ordered, and took off running to get back to the surface.

She returned some time later with a box for the gremlin to go in, but it didn't listen to her and wandered off, and no matter how far she kept walking, she couldn't find it again. Finally she gave up and turned around, muttering things about stupid gremlins.

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