I've Got a Bad Feeling About This - OTA

[kestreldawn]

WHO: Jyn Erso
WHERE: At the fountain.
WHEN: February 6, night.
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Grief, mention of death, depression, implied self-harm.
STATUS: CLOSED

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Arrival
Blinding light.

That's the last thing that Jyn can remember. No, there's more: the wetness of tears, the feel of cloth and muscle and bone, the inevitable resignation at the end of her short life, and the reverberation of Cassian's heartbeat against her chest.

Cassian.

The name sears across her mind's eye like wildfire, a dagger in her gut, a sharp, hot pain that makes her body ache and her heart shatter. But before she can weep the way she wants to, before she can mourn the loss of him, of them, of the future ripped violently out of their grasp, she realizes she's in water. Her eyes open as widely as they can manage, but there isn't much to see, except the faint light overhead. Go up, she tells herself, her legs forcefully kicking with all of the residual strength she can muster. There's a way out, she can see it. Faint as it is, it's there.

When she finally breaks the surface, she's gasping and clamoring, the rush of the frigid air like needles in her lungs and in her throat. It almost makes her feel like she's suffocating, and the only thing she wants to do is get out of this -- thing. She thinks for a moment that perhaps it's a pond, or a lake, but as she stumbles out and off of it, she realizes that it's a fountain. A fountain? Her mind attempts to make sense of it all, but the chill of the air prevents her from doing so. All she can think now is to survive, that thing she's done so well her entire life, the thing she's so tired of doing. As she scrambles to her feet, it's then that she notices something strapped to her back. She pats the pockets of her drenched trousers, looking for her comm - not that she even imagines it might work in this place - but it's her first instinct to search for it. Only .. her pockets are empty. She's so disoriented that it takes her an embarrassingly long time to even realize that the clothes on her body are different. She considers plunging back into the fountain to see if her old ones are lost in the water, but even disoriented Jyn knows it's a bad idea. Who would she call, if she could find the comm? Who would hear her pleas and cries? There's no one left. She has nothing, not even the blaster she'd had those last moments on the beach.

Oh, the beach, she thinks, feeling her footing slip as she stumbles back into the darkness of her mind's eye. No, Jyn. Focus. You have to focus. She rummages through the pack and finds, much to her delight, a set of clothing for her to change into.

Change into dry clothes, she thinks, starting to create her checklist. Figure out where you are, find some food, find some shelter, check the area for danger, get some sleep.

There's a dull pain in her chest, squarely over what she thinks is her heart. It reminds her of what she's lost, it reminds her of what she might have had. It reminds her of her comrades, of Scarif, of Krennic, of Stardust. It reminds her of their mission. She presses palm to bone, willing the pain, the sorrow to leave. The ache pulsates with each beat of her heart, braying its despair. Emptiness, loneliness, it sings.

But there's no time to weep, the threat of tears beginning to sting the backs of her eyes. No, for now, she needs to survive.

03 A Shocking Realization [Open]

[chosenbytheocean]

WHO: Moana Waialiki
WHERE: Inn/Between the Inn& the Woods/Woods
WHEN: Feb 6th – Feb 15th
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: FEB 10th has a lightening attack and mention of scars after that.
STATUS: CLOSED

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Where you are…[Feb 6th – Feb 9th] Forest/Inn/Anywhere In-between

Moana was able to find a dried fibrous grass, milkweed, to not only make a net with, but possibly a new dress as well. She’s set to make the net first, getting used to the new material. It’s different from the small hairs on the outside of a coconut, longer, but just as strong. She spends a few days gathering as much grass as she can find, stashing a lot of it in her room at the Inn. She broke the stalks off so that the roots remained safely tucked in the ground and are able to regrow in the spring and summer. Moana was silently thankful for the cold weather and snow. The cold killed the stalks and the moisture from the snow softened them enough for Moana to take them apart.

Through the next few days she can be found tugging these long stalks from the ground, searching for more, returning to her room at the Inn with an arm load and then sitting next to the fire where she fights to peel away the outer section of the stalk to pull at the thin fibers inside. Her fingers are a sore by the end of each day but Moana didn’t mind. It’s something she was used too and the work brought its own sort of distracting comfort.

Her efforts outside were dictated by the rising and setting of the sun. In the evening she could be found near the fire with thin strands of milkweed at her side. Her fingers knotted and twisted the material together to create a rope that slowly formed into a net. During her work she’s singing softly, the song moved her through her work as she focuses on each task.

So here I'll stay
My home, my people beside me
And when I think of tomorrow
There we are

I'll lead the way
I'll have my people to guide me
We'll build our future together
Where we are

'Cause every path leads you back to
Where you are
You can find happiness right -
Where you are

[ooc: Full song here.]

Shocking turn of events…[Feb 10th] Between the forest and the Inn

Moana had heard about the incident at Ren’s house and while she hadn’t known the man well, she felt the loss as she walked through the village. There was a shroud of sorrow draped over the town and it was a feeling that she just could shake. Moana believed in a journey after death but people should be allowed to rest where their families were, not in an unfamiliar realm. She had seen the mark left by the lightning strike. That sort of thing was hard to hide in a village this small though Moana couldn’t say what it meant.

Trying her best not to worry, she tried to continue her work, helping in the few ways that she knew how.

It was when she was walking back to the Inn that she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. Electricity crackled as a ball of lighting pulsed and shot through the air. Moana’s head turned in time to see the brilliant white light as the pulsing orb connected with her arm. In three milliseconds she felt everything. Her heart shuttered and every nerve in her body stripped and screamed as if it grated against by course paper. She felt the tendrils of electricity seeking an exit like the hum of wasps violently buzzing inside of her skin. Her shoulder was burned, her clothing singed and her arm was marred by bursting blood vessels creating a scar that twisted violently across her dark skin.

Moana heard a horrific scream and it took a moment to realize it was her voice that was making the terrible sound. Her knees buckled and slammed against the hard ground. The collection of dried reeds she’d been carrying burst into flames as they fell to her side, sending a lazy circle of smoke up to the sky.

Can’t sit still…[Feb 11th – Feb 15th] Around the Village

The lighting strike left a noticeable scar on Moana’s arm though she continued to comfortably wear her tank top around the Inn on those rare days that she had no intention of going outside. Her moods had been erratic since the strike and there were moments where she’d lose control of her arm as if a lose current of electricity sought an exit.

She knew that she should be resting but Moana wasn’t very good at doing nothing. She also wasn’t very good at listening to others when she thought they were wrong. The first few days she crept out her window to collect more reeds but as the days pass she can be seen getting back to work on her net. When her arm would freeze or jolt erratically Moana would frown and at times throw the string to the ground in her frustration.

"Why are you being so difficult!?" Moana saw nothing wrong with yelling at the fibers of string. "Animals eat you!"

(no subject)

[scrounged]

WHO: Rey
WHERE: Outside the inn, at first
WHEN: Backdated to a couple of days after Poe's arrival
OPEN TO: Poe Dameron
WARNINGS: None inherent, will edit if anything comes up
STATUS: Closed

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Having been in the Village a few days now, Rey was trying to get the lay of the land. She'd walked the same route each day, familiarising herself with the placement of the buildings and the way the river meandered, lengthening her path a little more each day and adding a little more to her mental map. Inside she was already resigning herself to the fact that she was stuck here - if there were a way out, someone would have found it by now - but she already feels restless knowing her world had been reduced down to the few square miles of the canyon. She'd spent enough of her life stuck waiting, and to be forced back into a cage even smaller than the one she'd stepped out of not too long ago felt stifling.

She's swung back on herself a little earlier than usual today, feeling the chill set in her bones. She didn't think she would ever get used to the temperature here, the way the cold bit at her fingers and set her teeth chattering. Discovering hot water coming out of the faucets in the house she'd been staying in had been a revelation, but there was nowhere to build a fire. She'd remembered there being a roaring fire in the inn, though, and decided to head over there to get the feeling back in her fingers.

As she rounds the corner she sees a familiar figure exiting the very building she'd been heading toward. Rey hadn't had the chance to get to know Poe Dameron well, and her first thought is that he's a rather odd choice for her to be hallucinating. The more she stares, however, the more convinced she is that he really is here. Her face splits into a grin as she heads toward him, raising her hand high above her head to wave in greeting.