you can call me great one

When Jaina arrived at Pride of Selonia over Esfandia, the Falcon and the relay base had been trapped by a Yuuzhan Vong attack. In contact with Leia and relaying what orders could be given from there, Jaina had found herself in charge. Of everything. There were others involved, but she brokered the deal with Grand Admiral Pellaeon of the Imperial Fleet to lend aid and to keep further problems from springing up if they'd not been included. He was willing to follow her recommendations. Others were following because she'd been the ranking Jedi. Pellaeon had even complimented her.

At the time, it had just seemed like the thing to do. But when it was over, and Esfandia had been saved, and Jaina was back on her way to Fandom on the shuttle, okay, she had to allow herself to be a little pleased at that.

It was late when she returned to Fandom, and Jaina found herself trudging up five flights of stairs with her bag and still without a good deal of her equilibrium, feeling tired but oddly okay after a trip home. She automatically headed down the hall... and realized once she'd gotten there that she couldn't just go right into 527 like she normally would when she came back alone.

She immediately started looking for squirrels. No one had seen that, right? She didn't have to knock on Tahiri's door to say hi just to save face? Actually, she thought, she was going to have to do just that, but not for that reason, and not tonight.

Instead, she turned back to go back down to the- They were still in the cabins, weren't they? Cursing internally, Jaina decided she was spending the night in 313, and was blaming all this on the speeder bike crash. Yes, the crash. It had been a really rough trip, all right? Tomorrow she'd have her act more together.


[Establishy and the book catchup from hell is done. And largely summarized.]

Jaina'd left a bunny in the room after hearing the call for help, and by the time everything was over, she really wanted to do nothing more than curl up and sleep for once. But hey, she couldn't argue timing; say you're not good enough to face a Sith and then one shows up a week later? In that case, Jaina also wanted the war over and a million credits.

She didn't think either of those were going to happen.

When she got up to the room, she closed the door behind her and began working off her boots. They got to go away now.


[For the room's owner!]

Jaina was keeping to John's room mostly because she knew he really did not like being a bunny, and she thought maybe being in a familiar environment would help. At least until he got bored enough to let her know that he was bored there, in which case she'd come come up with another plan.

At the moment she was sitting on the floor, keeping an eye on him as he investigated the room from this level while going through her many, many messages. Of course, she wasn't paying close enough attention to notice that he was seemingly not enjoying being ignored in favor of work, and she only really realized this when she found him headbutting her leg.

"I have to get things done, you know," she told him, looking down at him.

He did not care, and headbutted her again.

Jaina sighed, turning the messages off when the current one ended. "Okay, I will take a break. See, I can compromise."


[Bunny modded because I can. Door and post open.]

After a while, Jaina decided she couldn't take it anymore. While she was pretty sure she'd know if John died in the course of the day, she also wanted to see for herself that nothing had gone horribly wrong during class.

So this was her coming upstairs to poke her head in. "Everyone still alive in here?"


[For he whose room it is!]

There was something a little sad about this being their last prom with both of them as students, but Jaina told herself it wasn't like it was going to be their last dance ever or anything, and just like that, she felt better about it. And going back to John's room after wasn't exactly shocking, though she was definitely curious about the why.

"So what did you want to give me?" she wondered.


[For the boooooy and look I get to use my Leiay icon again! *happies*]

After spending a pretty impressive time at the dance, all things considering, John and Jaina made it back to his room for the rest of the night. They'd probably ended up slow dancing to Britney Spears anyway, at which point it was definitely time to leave and do other things.

And then tomorrow they'd... do something, maybe. (Though having left her comlink in her room, that mde doing something besides working all day much easier.) They didn't seem to be great at planning ahead for things like holidays anyway. Even though overall, Jaina had to admit she liked this one.


[Establishy, for the simple reason that I LOVE THIS ICON SO MUCH and want it on my my recent entries page. Lookit how pretty and Princess Leiaish! You know what, let's say it's going to be a linkdrop so I look less shallow. Boy modded with permission.

ETA: No Johns were stabbinated in the making of this post.]

Jaina woke to a few thoughts in her head even in those first few seconds when you rightfully shouldn't be able to think of anything:

1. She had to get up and make her usual checkup calls back home and see what she'd been sent overnight.
2. She had class to go to.
3. She had enough time that she could spend a little while longer snuggled up to her boyfriend, all warm and comfortable.

Focusing on the third option for now, she slung her arm over him, pulling herself closer just because she could.

[Open door, open post! No, not really. For the bf who I totes modded, mwaahahaha.]

Jaina was trying very hard not to let what Ganner had said get to her. She was failing miserably. But she was at least doing a fairly okay job of hiding it, maybe.

She tried to focus on John, and when he started getting better, she focused on work, too. She was relieved to get back to Fandom for once, though, just to get away from the situation. Stepping into the room, she decided, "This is more like it."


[For the bf, who I am shamelessly modding. Merry Christmas to me!]

Jaina had started out just going upstairs because she'd been on calls all day and needed to be away from her comlink for a while. And it was either that or go apologize to Jolee for the Celine thing. However, after getting assaulted by enough strands of garland, you know what, now getting up to the fifth floor was all about the kriffing principle of the thing.

Which was why when Jaina got to the door and knocked by kicking against the doorframe, she was otherwise occupied by trying to tie a touchy feely strand of garland into a bow.

[For the room's owner!]

As a kitten, Jaina had taken to sleeping on John's head, in part to annoy him, in part because it was more comfortable than it had any right to be. Until last night, anyway, when she'd decided instead to try and take up the entire bed with her wee kitten self, which was a good thing since this morning she'd wake up entirely human again.

See, good thing she didn't sleep on his head. It would have been really weird.


[I AM BACK *CLINGS TO GAME*. For the bf.]