That warehouse with the thing- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

It hadn't been what she'd been going for, but it had been nice to be able to turn her brain off last night and not think about the last week for a while.

At the time. It'd been nice at the time.

This morning Rey wondered why anyone ever used that as a coping strategy because she was still thinking about it today and she had a throbbing headache. But she'd also decided that maybe she should like, talk about things, and so she'd also booked a portal home for the weekend, so at least something productive came out of this. Or at least, that's what she was telling herself.

She was sitting on the floor, looking like she was meditating, though really she was trying to see if she could refocus somehow. Or if the Force could cure headaches. Occasionally one eye would open to glare at the woodchucks because she knew they were planning something and today was not the day.


[Open! Please be loud.]

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[badassprodigy]

Barry poked his head into the warehouse and saw Rey sitting and meditating.

And despite what the narrative said, Barry whispered instead of shouting. "Rey? Mind if I drop in or would you rather meditate?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Yep," she said, opening her eyes and waving him over, deeply appreciative of that right now. "Hi."

[badassprodigy]

"Hi," Barry said cheerfully but a normal level of volume. "Remember when I said I would work on something better than fucking woodchucks?"

As if on cue, five drones with what appeared to be a small projectile cannons attached to their bottoms zoomed into the warehouse.

"Finished them up yesterday," he said with a smile and holding up a remote control. "Don't worry. They only shoot tennis balls."

[thatwaslucky]

"That was faster than I thought it'd be," she admitted, standing up- slowly- to look up and get a better look at them. "Thank you."

[badassprodigy]

"Yeah. Well. I don't really sleep that much," he said showing the remote to her. "It has various settings depending on how difficult you want it to be. For instance there is easy."

Barry turned pressed a button and easily lobbed tennis ball was shot out by one of the drones. Barry caught it and then the ball floated back up to the drone where it loaded itself back inside. "Hard."

This time the ball was shot at extreme speed which Barry was barely able to catch and judging by the wincing, hurt like hell. The ball again reloaded itself in the drone.

"Or Holy Shit."

Barry braced himself as he signalled the drone. The ball shot out of drone and somehow veered off to the right, then the left and then corkscrewed and hit Barry in the head. "Motherfucker! Ow!"

He handed over the remote. "Each drone has five tennis balls which will reload itself for you. As long as you hold the remote it will always target you. The drone has targeting capabilities but the tennis balls do as well. The targeting on the tennis balls only works in Holy Shit mode. Don't worry about them doing any damage. At worst you might get a bruise or two."

[thatwaslucky]

"Got it," she said, actually pretty impressed by all of this. "So if someone else held the remote would it automatically target them?"

This was important.

[badassprodigy]

"Correct," Barry said with a nod. "Which could make a fun prank as long as it's not on me."

[thatwaslucky]

"That is not a good prank to play in here." Let's talk about how much Anakin would not appreciate that. "This is fantastic, I love it."

[badassprodigy]

"I'm glad," Barry said pulling out a bag of equipment. "They'll need to be charged after a day or so of use. If you have any problems with them, feel free to bring them by my warehouse."

[thatwaslucky]

"Which one is yours?" she asked. "I know you're not the starbird one."

[badassprodigy]

"Mine is the one with the gas pump outside," Barry said, pointing in the direction of the warehouse.

Thank you Animal Crossing.

"Who is the one in the starbird?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Sabine?" She basically only knew her from what she'd heard from Kanan. "If you hear explosions, it's probably from there."

[badassprodigy]

"Well it's nice to know I'm not the only person who blows things up in warehouses on purpose," Barry joked.

[sith_happened]

Anakin had been avoiding--well, everyone--for the last week, but especially Rey.

But it was time to suck it up, so here he was at the warehouse without even a weird present from a different country to shield him.

"Hi."

[thatwaslucky]

"Hi," she said, opening her eyes and offering a little smile. "Was this a better week?"

[sith_happened]

"It would be difficult to be a worse one," Anakin said wryly, "but yes. It was better. And you?"

[thatwaslucky]

"It was different." Not great. "Should I ask how you're doing?"

She was beginning to hate that question, but it felt like this was a case where it was warranted.

[sith_happened]

Anakin dropped down next to her and assumed a meditative position. "Do you actually wish to know?" he asked with a little smile.

[thatwaslucky]

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't," she said.

[sith_happened]

"Sometimes it's just the thing people ask after weeks like that, but they mostly want to talk about themselves," Anakin said with a tiny smile. "So thank you for really meaning it."

[thatwaslucky]

"You're welcome. Are you stalling?" she asked.

[sith_happened]

"Oh, definitely," Anakin said, laughing. "My wife hasn't seen that particular vision."

[thatwaslucky]

"That's probably for the best, it was a lot," she admitted.

[sith_happened]

Anakin nodded. "She's still not really over me chopping Luke's hand off, and that was a decade ago."

[thatwaslucky]

"She saw that?" Rey asked, eyebrows raised.