Fandom Island and Town

As far as Rey knew, Anakin was still a cat, so she wasn't expecting company. She also wouldn't mind it. Maybe it was restlessness, maybe she was bored, but she needed to be in here and doing something today.

So if you needed her, she'd be upside down, balancing on one hand, eyes closed and focusing. She also her her phone on the floor with the stopwatch running, but that was just for fun.


[Open!]

It had been… wow, four years since Leia died. At that time, Rey was still very much learning, doubting herself, mostly untested. She'd grown a bit since then.

Naturally, Leia wanted to see how she'd progressed, so Rey set up the remotes and the drones so she could run the course. Which now had lava. And floor projectiles that if she wasn't careful, could shoot her right into it. There wasn't really a chance of that now, unless she was having a very off day. She knew to bat the remotes away while she was making her slow way through the net. The things that were randomized, she knew how to handle. It wasn't easy for her, but it wasn't that hard.

And when she finished, she jumped down off the top of the climbing wall, looking like she was expecting a grade.


[Open, with SP!]

It was back to normal after a few weeks, so Rey was back in the warehouse, and it was definitely a meditation day. The last few weeks had been great, but they'd also left her with a lot of things to think about. Things she strived avoiding thinking about but it was getting harder and harder not to.

If the woodchucks were here, they were keeping quietly to themselves for once, so Rey could just focus on her breathing, and not what that noise was or whatever.


[Open!]

Rey came into the warehouse to find a note written in terrible woodchuck-y handwriting (yes, she could tell) saying "GONE FISHING."

She had several questions about this. How long would they be gone, where were they going, do woodchucks even eat fish? Or were they just catching them and throwing them back, which was a whole other thing she do not understand.

At least it'd be quiet.

Rey didn't understand the superstition around Friday the 13th, but apparently the woodchucks did. She walked in to a broken mirror near the crate sitting area, and a random ladder in the middle of nothing. She didn't know why these things were there, and she wasn't asking. She was just getting to work with the dustpan (the Force saved her from actual sweeping) and watching as the woodchucks tossed salt over their shoulders before walking under the ladder. Where were they going? Also not asking.

"You can just go around," she said, deeply confused.


[Open!]

Before any kind of laundry fun today, Rey was at the warehouse, practicing some fine detail work. She'd gotten some sugar crystals- not a lot, she didn't want to be wasteful- and had spread them across the floor, doing things like moving them into patterns, or picking up very specific ones one at a time.

She was now on the floor, very focused as she tried to split one of the crystals into two. If she could crack a big rock, she could crack something this small, it was just a matter of adjusting.

She would likely never need to use this, but you never know!


[open!]

Once Rey figured out the trick to the popups that had been a thorn in her side for months, they were actually sort of fun? All the time she'd been worrying about the objects themselves was a waste of time when she should have been worrying about the space around the objects. That moved. That she could predict.

She'd started dreading running the course, but she was going at it pretty hard today. She wasn't doing anything to show off yet, but at this point not getting knocked on her ass felt like showing off.


[Open!]

Rey should have worn black. But no, she failed to look outside before leaving- a rookie mistake in December- and now she was going to have to spend a while in MCA's laundry room washing white clothes.

She was already irritated about that, but she was also spending training time trying to very carefully scrub the color off an unlucky woodchuck. "I'm going to need you to stop squirming if you want me to do this," she said. "Unless you want to run through the course while I turn on the rain controls."

[I love December. Open!]

Rey was determined. She was going to beat the pop-ups on the course today.

Or, more likely, she was going to get frustrated and accumulate a lot of bruises.

She was really throwing herself into it today, which might have been her way of dealing with leftover Feelings from the week. She'd been through the course several times, had fallen all of those times, dud something weird to her ankle once but not badly enough to stop... There had to be a way to do it. Without pushing that whole section into the lava, which was a very normal thought she'd had a couple times.


[Open!]

Rey hadn't been to the warehouse since she'd come back, so she was unaware of any changes that had been made in her absence.

So imagine her surprise when she'd gotten inside and up over the quicksand, just in time to see a woodchuck launched in the air from a certain part of the course.

For as alarmed as she was, the other woodchucks gathered around it where it landed, and when he stood up, it sounded like they all cheered?


[Open!]

For as much as she loved last weekend, Rey still hadn't made a trip home in a bit, and since she wasn't going to be doing much in the way of training there, she was trying to get it out of her system today. It wasn't as challenging without a droid trailing her and she kind of missed that, but she was a lot less worried.

And when a woodchuck threw a single solitary 4x4 at her mid-course and she sliced it in half while barely breaking stride, she was pretty impressed with herself.


[Open!]

Rey thought the daemon thing was pretty cool. You know who didn't? The woodchucks, who were hiding under a part of the obstacle course where they thought Varlo couldn't get at them.

"He's fine," Rey said, trying to coax them out mostly because she felt bad. "He's not going to hurt you."

"I could still get in there," Varlo said.

"Unhelpful," she told him.

It was really her fault for bringing a coyote in here.


[Open!]

Rey was trying to do things. It wasn't going well because the woodchucks (and one porg) seemed to be talking about her, not subtly. They'd stand in a huddle and then stop chittering and look over at her, and then go back to it until the nxlext time they checked for her.

"You're being really distracting," she called, which only made them chitter loudly.


[Open! Slow!]

After spending most of her life having to handle everything so physically, Rey didn't use the Force for a lot of minor things. Sure, sometimes you didn't want to flip a light switch or whatever, and picking up on things like Force senses was more like something she had to switch off, but the only time she defaulted to using things like telepathy was when it was instinctive.

She'd given herself a little mission, and she was trying to use it for as much as possible for about a week. It wasn't about being lazy, but she figured there were ways to use it that she'd never thought of before. At worst it was an exercise in fine control.

So today she wasn't doing anything by hand that she didn't have to. Opening the door, setting up remotes, cleaning up the confetti that she was still finding in places from last week, she wasn't doing anything of that herself/i>. It was harder to remember to do it than to actually do any of it.


[Open!]

The floor of the warehouse was covered in scattered patches of ping pong balls. A problem, yes. And because they moved so much, it was more annoying than it was when Rey had to sweep up sand or whatever, so she levitated them into a crate.

A moment later, even more were spilling across the floor.

That time, Rey tested a theory by levitating them into the lava. (It had its uses.)

Yeah so anyway she was gonna be meditating in the middle of a floor full of ping pong bslls.


[Open!]

The warehouse had a rowing machine, thanks to Anakin's last upgrade. Rey still didn't get it. She'd never used an exercise machine in her life. She'd never needed to. But if it was going to be here, maybe she should try it?

And about a minute into it, she stopped. Nope, still didn't get it.


[Ive been writing this for three hours. Open!]

Rey had gotten back on Wednesday, hadn't come down to the warehouse yesterday, and today when she got there, everything was caked in a thick layer of dust. She was blaming Fandom for it, and it was very unfair when she hadn't been gone that long. In fact, she'd been gone longer before. A week and a half was nothing.

She was going to do some cleaning before she got to anything else today.


[Open!]

There was a porg in the warehouse today. Which was fine, this place was halfway to a zoo by now anyway, except that it kept putting itself in the way as Rey was training so that she had to keep stopping so she wouldn't hurt it. She finally had to give a little Force suggestion to get it to back off... only for it to keep coming back.

So fine. If you needed Rey, she was here, along with a strong-willed porg.


[Open!]

Rey at least thought she was being calm and not annoying about the cold (she probably wasn't), but that was before she got to the warehouse and the power was out. Which meant the heat was out. She was definitely not calm and definitely not annoying now.

She was still bundled up, new pink hat and all, and camping out by the breaker to start working.


[Open! Today has sucked!]

Back from today's field trip, Rey headed to the warehouse for the last training before the holiday.

She had not seen the ball pit coming.

She definitely had not seen the smaller woodchuck-sized ballpit for them to frolick in coming even more. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, though, even if every once in a while she heard something that sounded like a porg from in there.


[Open!]

Rey didn't love the cold, and the warehouse had a draft that she did not appreciate. She'd jumped up to the rafters and was checking on what used to be the hole in the roof. It had been amateur work fixing it, maybe it wasn't entirely sealed. It seemed fine, though, and she was going to have to hunt down other sources. Frankly, she'd thought lava would be a better heat source.

While wearing a heavy coat about two sizes too big for her. With layers underneath. Don't judge.


[Open!]

Rey wrote all of her notes on the Jedi texts in a spiral notebook she got from T&C. The pages on the texts were so old she was sometimes afraid the pages would crumble into dust if she touched the
, let alone wrote in them. (Also kind of weird to write in ancient texts in ballpoint pen.)

She'd been sitting on a crate and poring over pages so long that her neck was starting to hurt, but she was busy, and her neck could wait. At some point maybe she'd actually be done researching these things. Maybe. Hopefully.


[Open!]

Rey had been out for the last couple days, and she would have forgone the warehouse today except she was in the area and just wanted to check in while she was here.

And who would have ever thought that Anakin working on this place this week would mean it was an actual nightmare today. The course itself, extremely hard on a good day, now kind of looked like something one should only try if they were trying to get their family the insurance money without looking like they were trying to get their family the insurance money.

Also why was there a boulder? Why?


[Open!]

Supposedly the warehouse was to be finished by today, so Rey was waiting before coming in. She didn't want to ruin the surprise for herself.

Thus, she was sitting in front of the warehouse, near the door, waiting. Patiently. Definitely not impatiently. Nope.

[Open! SP!]