(open) it seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop

[templelessguardian]

WHO: Chirrut and YOU
WHAT: Arrival and settling in
WHEN: first couple days after his arrival, so now plus 2 days
WHERE: the fountain and wherever else he ends up

WARNINGS: other than spoilers for parts of Rogue One I can't imagine there will be much to warn for here but I'll update as needed.


FIRST
He wakes up with a weight on his back and surrounded by water, a discovery that might be more troubling if there wasn't a force pushing him and a need to do something about it more immediately, temporarily displacing plenty fresh memories of rocks and trees and a skirmish with insurmountable odds.  So he takes note of the direction and goes with it, doing his best to find the surface until he pops up, sucking in whatever air he can against the cough to expel the water.

Shore is harder to find.  He calls out, as much in hopes of attracting someone's attention as trying to gauge the space he's in, then, so long as no-one answers, strikes out in a direction picked mostly by educated guess in search of shore.

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SECOND
The next few days are spent getting oriented, and coming to grips with...whatever happened.  He remembers dying, after all, or what certainly felt like it at the time, and waking up somewhere new, in one piece with no signs of it otherwise, well it takes some time reconciling the two.  Not to mention finding himself...dampened isn't really the right word, but his awareness certainly isn't as wide as usual, although he grants that may be as much due to the loss of his echo box than anything else.

By now he's made himself an improvised staff, a sturdy length of wood as straight as he could find, and with it in tow he makes his way around, determined to familiarize himself with the place.  With Baze here he doesn't need to learn it so quickly, maybe, but he's too stubborn not to at least try; this isn't a mission out of desperation, it's something else entirely and he's still not entirely sure what that means.

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[templelessguardian]

Which doesn't bode especially well for much of anything. But that's a question he certainly doesn't have the answer to.

"For what purpose?"

Because it's clear there must be one.

[chirrutsluck]

"To make it very hot and dry up our river?" Baze says, making it obvious he's guessing. "Only now the river is back, it was only dry for a week or two. Whoever brought us here does not tell us things, Chirrut. And what happens has no pattern." Not that he's noticed yet, anyway. It's baffling, and frustrating. "There are steps here," he adds, pausing at the inn's porch. "I will have to get you a new stick."

[templelessguardian]

He finds the edge of the step and moves up them, frowning in thought, turning over the new information in his mind. Faceless people who brought them here for a purpose Baze has not yet been able to uncover for months. There's another question, lingering at the edges of his thoughts. Something to bridge the gap between There and Here, Then and Now. Why there's a time difference.

But Baze offers a different direction, one no less important or relevant for the divergence.

"Unless it's still at the bottom of the fountain, but I somehow doubt that."

[chirrutsluck]

"No, all our things are gone. Our clothes are even different," Baze snorts, though Chirrut probably at least realized that for himself. "But there are trees, and I've been trying to make weapons, so there's something you can use." He opens the door with an audible creak, lets Chirrut in, then follows him inside. "This is the inn. I've been staying here, but there are houses."

[templelessguardian]

"I had noticed. Nothing that we came with other than ourselves. Although at least they gave us things to replace them."

He's noticed the backpack too.

He steps inside, waiting just inside the door for Baze to catch up. Soaking in the sounds and smells, orienting himself.

"A house would be nice."

[chirrutsluck]

"I'll see what I can find and fix up," Baze promises immediately. Something without stairs for Chirrut to have to navigate, unlike here. He's avoided a house all this time mostly for lack of anyone to share it with, not wanting to have a place that felt empty. With Chirrut here to obviously fill the empty spaces, that simply isn't an issue anymore. "The kitchen is that way--" He nudges Chirrut's shoulder in the appropriate direction. "--and in here we share meals sometimes. The room I have is upstairs. There is a towel up there and you can change into something dry, and you can ask all your questions."