you can call me great one

Her time in Fandom had pretty much done exactly what Jaina had needed it to do: she'd had time to heal up, and while she still felt off, getting back some degree of normalcy had helped a lot. Maybe this was what happened when you coped like a normal person? When she arrived at the Temple, she went straight to the Masters, ready to explain what she'd been doing in Panem and why, and take whatever lumps she had to. She knew she could do so calmly, without coming off like she'd been traumatized or completely angry.

Of course, that was shot to hell the second Corran mentioned that she'd been gone for almost a month, when she should have only been gone two weeks. It made things a little more difficult, trying to talk about how running off was the right thing to do when you were trying so hard not to think about what it had meant the last time time had sped up for her.

Jaina didn't get an answer today, but she knew there'd be some sort of punishment, even if it was getting stuck in the kitchen for the next month. At the moment, that was a secondary concern. When she was free to leave she'd immediately gone to her quarters and got her phone, sending a quick text to multiple contacts reading: Time kriffing sped up again. How are you? and then waited for the messages to bounce back at her. If they did, she'd know she'd been cut off from Fandom again for who knew how long.

Everything went through just fine.

With a sigh of relief, Jaina decided she'd stick to her room for a while, unpacking, doing some quick math to figure this out, and waiting to see if anyone responded. She'd be cursing to herself in the meanwhile.


[Open for calls, texts or emails! If you want to have gotten the message and know about the time speed, you totally got it.]

Jaina meant to come in yesterday, but she hadn't managed to get around to it during the day. So today she headed in early to work on class, and when that was done faster than she had hoped, she found herself trying to stretch out time so she wouldn't be bored again. At the very least she could head off for training, but she just wanted to do something.

So she picked up her phone, intending to call John. She ended up having to leave a voicemail, figuring if he was interested he'd call her back, or text her something she could barely read thanks to his need to not spell out words.

And then remembering exactly what she'd said in the message, she realized she might need to add an addendum, so she left another quick voicemail. There. That should clear things up.

The bad thing was, even after the calls started coming in, there were just enough familiar faces to keep Jaina from figuring out what was going on and to return the calls. Mostly she was wondering what might have been said about her that so many people were talking to her about sex shops and dates.