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starshell:
“Well…yes and no! They aren’t exactly something you should eat every day, y’know? It gets tiring! Sometimes you wanna spice up your life! …Then you remember that you can’t cook.”
❝ Ugh, well... I suppose that’s true. Things seem to be sort of complicated here... I mean, where I’m from a lot of the time you can just have a meal by adding water and heating it up over a fire for a little bit. Don’t you have anything like that here? ❞
“Y’know, being here for two whole months now has really taught me a couple things. One of those things being that you can’t live off of cup noodles forever.”
❝ Well, I mean... As long as it’s food, you probably can. Right? ❞
autoserviced:
❝ That’s a fine point, too. Bet some of my friends back home might try arguin’ that point to a degree hotter than even Ifrit himself could make, ❞ a chuckle slipping from her thereafter at the thought. ❝ Well, I can’t right say. Wouldn’t hurt none to just spend time with ‘em. Don’t take my word fer it, though. I ain’t the best for askin’, what with me not payin’ much mind to all the preemptive wooin’. All I do know is that there’s one way to do it and that’s to treat each other right. ❞
He has no idea what or who ‘Ifrit’ is so Finn swiftly decides to ask about it later rather than now.
❝ Yeah, that’s true. I mean, I don’t really... Know too much either admittedly, but what you’re saying makes sense. Getting or making someone you like or appreciate something you know that they would really like would mean more than just... Chocolates, I think. Not that chocolates or any food is bad, really. ❞
scavengess:
Rey wasn’t wrong. It had to have been him. She could have sworn she would have known Finn from anywhere, even without the Force. He seems to stop for a moment, before facing her and quickly running toward her. She did not stop either, she ran at him with the same velocity. They meet, and instead of a gentle embrace Rey slams into him with force. The impact stings, but only for a brief moment as Rey wraps her arms tightly around Finn’s frame.
“It’s you!” She says breathless and as though she doesn’t quite believe it. Having been trapped in the Hive for nearly a year, and for the longest time the only person that had come from the same universe had been Kylo Ren. Rey had worried, but she knew Finn could take care of himself. She had left him in the care of the Resistance. Still, Rey clings to him as though she is afraid letting go would mean he wasn’t there. An illusion that was meant to break her.
“How long have you been here? What do you remember? What was happening before you left? Where are you staying?” Before Rey knew it a hundred questions came pouring from her mouth, but she stops as soon as she realizes. Pulling away enough to look at him, Rey hesitates.
“Are you alright?”
And likewise the former storm trooper does not stop in his tracks. In a way, he’s almost afraid to stop; that if he does stop running towards her that she’ll just end up fading away from him like the rest of the crowd. So when the brunette finally comes into his space, he does not hesitate to wrap his arms as tightly around her as Rey’s are around him. For a few moments, Finn says nothing and instead almost falls to his knees from the shock of it all...
But more than anything, he doesn’t want to let her go; not yet. Maybe not ever.
However, it seems his notion will have to wait as the scavenger pulls away from him now, inquiry upon inquiry leaving her lips rather hastily. Still looking quite shocked, Finn blinks for a moment and shakes his head in order to make his attention more focused on the woman before him and what she asks of him.
❝ ... Yes. Yes, I’m alright, ❞ he finally answers after a few moments, still in slight disbelief of this entire situation. Almost immediately after he responds to Rey, however, his hands grip either side of her arms, looking at her with concern... Before a wide smile soon forms onto his features.
❝ But what about you? How long have you been here? I’ve been here a few months now but let me tell you, that’s more than enough time anyone should have to spend in this place-- ❞
❝ Now I ain’t sayin’ ya’ll can’t get a gift or two for who ya like, but don’t go thinkin’ that’s all there is to it. Gotta treat yer other real nice like, y’know? Just gettin’ ‘em a gift with nothin’ to it would be like buyin’ some car parts and not installin’ them on the ol’ girl. ❞
❝ It’s also hard to think about what someone would like on a more personal level at times, I think. Even if someone likes to fly ships doesn’t mean they’ll necessarily want a steering wheel for one, you know? ❞ he pauses, looking a bit confused at his own words.
❝ Er, what I mean to say is... What would you do, then? ❞
oceanwinged:
it looked a little pathetic, withered in the middle of the floor like that. maybe it really wasn’t a threat. she considered this in silence, no luster in her regard, when his persisted alarm snapped up her attention. her expression sobered as the realisation spoke caution to her, and she gave him a dubious look.
❝you think?❞
Lapis kicked her leg up to examine the sole, finding only smudges of green. lowering it again, she shrugged her shoulders.
❝i don’t… feel weird.❞ but he had a point– maybe the effects weren’t instant, and she was better to clean it up before it managed any lasting harm.
only a second to glance toward her cup of water before she’d raised her foot again to dump its contents over it. propping herself back against the wall, she worked to scrub the stains away with her fingers, brows drawing together and growing increasingly concerned when they refused to wash away.
❝it won’t… come off…!❞
great– she was gonna be taken out by a plant, and it wasn’t even using teeth.
Despite having been a storm trooper, the man had always had a rather good heart... Even if he can be uncertain at times. So perhaps that is why Finn wastes no time in running over to the blue-skinned girl, quickly falling down onto his knees as she works to wipe away at her foot with her hands.
❝ Here, let me try--! ❞
And without waiting for any sort of permissions, the rebel now begins to scrub at her foot with the sleeve of his jacket. While there may be some regret felt later for damaging it more, it’s for a good cause... Or at least, Finn thinks so. If he could prevent this plant from poisoning the woman before her, he would be fine with having a mere stain on his gifted jacket.
❝ Okay, okay-- I think it’s gone now! ❞
I’m out of town so here’s a quickie of my precious peanuts
It’s crowded, but that can only be expected since today is the day that everyone would usher forth a new year. Vario is as festive as ever compared to the few times he’s visited the place. People dance and laugh around him as he looks towards the sky, waiting for the show to begin. He’d heard that there would be fireworks of all different kinds to signal the start of a new beginning. Even if it was by himself, he wanted to see it and maybe even record it for the others to see later.
As he gets out his phone in preparation to record, he accidentally bumps someone with his arm which prompts him to apologize quickly before striking up conversation. After all, what could it hurt to make a new friend? ❝ You’re here for the fireworks too, right? First time I’ve ever gotten to see them myself. I think they’ll be great. ❞
❝ Best way to start off the year in my opinion, don’t you think? ❞
@stormrebelled
Never before had the former stormtrooper been in such a festive place.
True, he had been in places with many people, but... Never in an area where they were all collectively (and peacefully) celebrating something. While entirely new, Finn can’t help but feel some degree of mirth from the entire situation, seeing as the whole area is full of joy and life. Before he can start to wonder about various other things, however, the sensation of being bumped into diverts his attention from his thoughts.
❝ Fireworks...? ❞ he echoes the other for a moment, quirking a brow. ❝ I didn’t know there was going to be anything like that going on here... I kind of just popped by to see what was going on, you know? ❞ he pauses now, his expression contorting into a slightly more confused one.
❝ Er... Fireworks are the bombs that explode and make colours, right? ❞
▬ @stormrebelled
HOW THE OTHER seemingly stares at the perfectly made vehicle is what seizes her initial attention firstly. Perhaps he wasn’t so much a customer in search of purchasing than one merely to observe, her heels clicking along as she steps forth beside him. ❝ Now ain’t she purdy, ❞ the compliment laced with an awestruck tone as the mechanic steps forth. Hands rest themselves upon her hips as she comes to a halt, peering at the sleek automobile with vast interest. ❝ Heard ‘em say they let some folks take ‘em for a ride around the city. For testin’, of course. Gotta make sure the purr of that engine is just right before buyin’, y’know? ❞ A chuckle escapes, one hand reaching forward to trail along the sparkling finish which the car totes.
❝ Whaddya say? If yer any innerested, that is. ❞
It’s nice; that’s a given.
What confuses about this vehicle in particular, as well as others within this city, is how... Well, grounded the are. Of course, Finn had seen wheeled vehicles within his lifetime but often, the were used for traversing in places with sand... And also used to hold large cargo rather than just be used to freely and speedily move about. No, such matters were usually left to the machines that could hover and oftentimes, fly.
❝ Huh? ❞
Turning around at the sound of a woman’s voice speaking to him nearby, the former storm trooper offers a perplexed look for a moment. Though her beauty is obviously taken note of, so is the amount of dirt and grease caked onto her features here and there. Could she be the owner of this vehicle? Or, more likely, a mechanic of some sort?
If it’s the latter, then Finn may finally be in some luck for once.
❝ Oh! Well... Maybe. I don’t know, ❞ he starts, rubbing the back of his neck while his gaze drifts elsewhere for a moment. ❝ I actually haven’t seen too many things like this before. Where I’m from, things usually... You know, hover. ❞
Rey-a-Day 99
There is no mistaking it. It is him. Even from far away she knows its him. Same jacket and bewildered, confused look on his face. Rey did not know how long he had been in the Hive, but it did not matter. Finn was trapped here, with her, and there was nothing either of them could do about it.
Still, there is a selfishness she feels when she sees him. He is so important to the cause, he had done so much, that he was surely needed more back in their universe. Rey had next to thing. She had given up everything she had worked for on Jakku, though little it was, for the Alliance. She had lost Han, who could have taken her across the universe. But she had Finn, and that was enough to fight for.
“Finn?” She calls out to him, but he is getting away fast. Quickening her pace, she calls out to him ounce more, and louder.
“FINN! WAIT!”
@stormrebelled
Two months within this place had been more than enough for him.
Not only did he still have no idea where in the galaxy he is, Finn can’t help but feel... Well, useless. With naught a clue as to where he is and no available technology to try and make a distress signal, there’s little the rebel can do. Yet even so, the man tries everyday in order to try and get back to the Rebellion... To his friends. To Rey.
... Rey.
His yearning seems to be greater than he last remembers as her familiar voice resounds within his ears, causing him to stop in his tracks for a moment. Hearing things now, is he? He almost wants to sigh at how desperate he must seem, but... Then he hears her voice again; closer. Louder.
❝ ... Rey? ❞ he questions quietly, his figure turning around frantically in order to capture any glimpse of the brunette. Anything to tell him he isn’t just daydreaming... And as if to answer his hopes, the scavenger’s visage finally comes into view, rendering Finn speechless for a moment...
Before he starts to briskly walk towards her. The walk turns into a jog and soon enough, he finds himself running desperately towards her, his expression incredulous yet relieved upon seeing her face.
❝ --REY! ❞
oceanwinged:
was… he talking to her? she had half a mind to just ignore the guy, but he seemed as genuinely confused as she was about this “tradition”. it was as lost on her as it was him; did the plant have some kind of mind-control powers or something? a trap being laid? whatever it was, it can’t be good, not for anyone. and she sure was tired of being held up by pairs kissing in the doorways.
❝y–eah. i’m destroying it.❞ she said simply, before unfurling her fingers to allow the tuft of greenery to drop– then slamming her foot down upon it, crushing it into the floor.
Lapis said nothing for the minute to follow, only eyeing the crumpled sprig just shy her toes. taking a half-step back, she then remarked with tempered surprise lilting her tone.
❝… huh. didn’t… put up much of a fight.❞ she expected at least a few rows of teeth.
Though he wishes to comment right away about the entire ordeal, the azure woman has already beaten him by quite suddenly dropping the mysterious plant... Well, maybe not that sudden given how the plant lazily falls to the ground but given how little he knows about it, the former trooper has all the reason to be wary of it. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a plant of all things could prove to be deadly...
Widened, hazel hues now watch as the other stomps on the plant, surprise and worry contorting onto his features. She just... Stepped on it. With her bare foot! If the plant were poisonous in any capacity, that could prove to be a real problem for the stranger later on or so thinks Finn.
❝ Maybe not but the plant could be toxic or poisonous, ❞ he begins, not quite realizing just yet that causing potential panic is not the best idea.
❝ We should get water on your foot or something--! You’re not feeling queasy, are you? Sick? Dizzy? ❞
this stuff was everywhere; hovering over every doorway, dangling from every ceiling. she assumed it had some part in the rest of the junk embellishing the streets and stores. some kind of human custom she’d yet to discover. but a while spent amid the crowds as of late had told her the leaves overhead were some kind of tradition– “a kiss under the mistletoe” or something. it was mistletoe, right?
the thought crumpled her features, as she stood below one such instance at the entrance of a bakery, and scrutinised the decoration in silence. with little concern for the attention or ire it may attract, Lapis reached and plucked the mistletoe from its perch for a closer look.
seriously?
this made humans want to kiss? why? was it poisoning them? maybe she should destroy it…
He didn’t quite understand this strange custom himself.
Without any sort of any familiar face to help him around this strange place, the man often finds himself at a loss as to what to do... Or where to even start his long journey back to where he needs to be. This place, as familiar as some of its sights may be, is still something Finn has never heard of... And also contains things he has never even seen before, such as these odd plants hanging from various doorways and arches.
❝ So, what exactly is that? ❞ he decides to ask the azure girl, clearly paying no mind to her appearance.
❝ ... I know it’s a plant, I mean... Well, why is it hanging over all these doorways? Clearly it’s not growing there, since it’s held up by a string and everything. ❞
salvatorcm:
“Not heard of Thanksgiving? Aw shit, where have YOU been? Gotta be one of my favourite holidays… Man, I just love when people give me stuff to thank me, anyway, that’s how it works in my world.”
❝ Well... Certainly not here. Speaking of which, I still don’t know where ‘here’ is; do you know what planet this is exactly? Any coordinates to share? ❞
❝ And that’s... Well, that’s pretty easy to follow along with, I guess. ‘Thanksgiving’, giving thanks... Alright, yeah; makes sense. ❞
❝ What’s all this about ‘Thanksgiving’? What’s that? Never heard of that in my entire life. ❞
multiaction:
♕► The advent of Weirdmageddon had brought about some… unexpected changes to the city’s climate. Having already dealt with some personal struggles in regards to the distorted nature of the world, she was finally in a position of stability. It was simply a shame that the city itself was not.
Midst it all seemed to be a young man that seemed rather… lost. Was he a newcomer midst this mess? She felt sorry for him if that was the case. But as she was establishing her Schnee Dust Company in the city, it simply would have been in poor taste to ignore him.
Before he even had a chance to properly address her, Weiss had pulled the man towards the cover of a bus stop booth. Sparkles had settled on top of it, just as they had into her hair, atop her clothes, and along her skin. But she was clearly less phased than he was.
“If it’s BOTHERING you so much, why didn’t you just take SHELTER in the first place?” Not that she wasn’t peeved by it as well, but she knew techniques for dealing with glitter removal.
…What? Some of her performances had required it.
“You’re NEW here, that’s pretty obvious to me. Do you have any questions?”
With a soft exclamation of surprise leaving his lips, the man’s eyes dart towards the figure now pulling him along to shelter. To his surprise it’s a girl, probably in her teens, rather... Well, elegantly dressed. Or at least, in Finn’s mind she is; he had never really been around anyone of a higher status that wasn’t within the military and thus wore more fashionable garments.
❝ Well-- ❞ the stranger does pose a good question; why had he simply been standing around in it? Perhaps it had been the initial shock of not being where he’s supposed to be and instead standing alone in this weird... Glittery rain. Seriously, what is this stuff? To the ex-stormtrooper, it seems extremely unnecessary.
❝ I was just... You know... I’ve never seen this kind of thing before, ❞ he starts almost sheepishly, looking around with widened eyes before looking back at the girl before him.
❝ 'New here’? Where exactly is ‘here’; as in, exact space coordinates? Planet name? Anything? ❞
@multiaction
Darkened hues glance about the area in confusion and shock, the lone male figure standing alone in a sort of stupor. While light travel isn’t something foreign by any means, teleporting from one place to another within mere seconds is simply unheard of... And yet here he stands, in a place so far from where he had been in the galaxy.
Actually, he can’t even say for certainty that he’s even close or far to where he was, given how he has no idea where in the galaxy he currently is. What planet is ‘Hive city’ on? He’s never heard of such a place before!
❝ What’s this now? ❞ not only is he lost, but now he’s covered in... What is this? Glitter? Really? Glitter rain? What sort of place is this? Continuously patting at his arms and legs in vain efforts to get the sparkles off of himself, the man turns to the closest person in his vicinity:
❝ Does this stuff ever come off? ❞
