Rey Skywalker

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Rey had gone down to the laundry room to wash her bedding. All was well. Then she came back down to take it out of the dryer, pulled out her sheets… then more sheets… a comforter that she hadn't put in there… more sheets… What had gone into the dryer was a perfectly normal amount of laundry, and what came out was a clown car's worth of bedding.

What she was left with was a ridiculous amount of things that had just appeared mixed in with her actual stuff, and it actually felt like less work to get it up to the second floor than to sort through it in the laundry room. So that's what she did. She got it to her apartment, looked at the mess and decided she really didn't want to put anything/everything away right now.

Instead, she ended up being inspired to pull her furniture together to create an extension to the dining room table, which she used to create a fort with the copies amounts of sheets and pillows and duvets she'd pulled out of the machine, until she ended up with the fluffiest, coziest pillow fort possible.

Then she took a picture and sent it to Adrian, with a text reading, If you're free tonight, dress comfortably. Sometimes you had to use the island's weirdness for good.

[For he who is named in the post!]

It wasn't Rey's first time turning little, but it was the first time since she'd found everything out about herself, and today was… a lot. Not bad. But a lot. She was in such a different place now, and she wasn't used to that mindset anymore, which had made the change back feel a little jarring. And she missed her parents.

It didn't help that she still had to undo some things from the weekend. For instance, her tiny self had gotten into the huge pantry and put together a little go bag in case it was needed, and now her adult self got to put it all back. At the same time, it was a shame it wasn't a bigger project to keep her occupied. She'd go slow.


[For one!]

Rey was actually having a really great trip so far, largely because being able to get into a giant body of water without worrying about dying opened up options.

So in some ways, what she woke up in might have come in handy, aside from the fact that she was not leaving the room in it. Not that she realized that. Mostly what she was realizing when she started waking up was as that it was kind of itchy.


[For that guy who's allergic to color!]

It had been a while since they'd had a sangria night, and they were pretty much due. This time it was at Rey's apartment, which had her trying to clean up some since she didn't have people over much, and she was doing that despite the fact that she didn't have much of anything. Several years in and the place was still pretty bare bones aside from the mermaid sofa and assorted mismatched furniture.

She'd ordered pizza, and it had occurred to her that she hadn't asked if Summer was bringing the sangria or not, so she'd gotten a couple bottles of something and hoped it was okay, just in case. And if not, someone was going to have to have a party she could donate it to.

[For girls night!]

Anakin had suggested working up the Danger Shop to show her a Jedi temple, and she showed up so, so excited. She'd spent part of her last weekend exploring an ancient, abandoned temple, but it hasn't occurred to her that she'd never asked about seeing a more current one.

For as intimidating as it was trying to piece all these things together to figure out where the Jedi went from here, it was also kind of fun sometimes.

She showed up on time, ready to check it out. Or a minute or two early. Who was counting?

For whatever reason, the Skywalker-Solos- including adoptees- had rough Augusts. Rey herself had lost four people in that month a couple years apart. Which was why in talking to Anakin, they'd decided maybe they needed to get people together for some commiseration. Also drinking.

Rey didn't have people over very often but it wasn't like there was a ton of stuff to clean in her stupid-giant apartment. As long as the kitchen worked and there were places to sit (the furniture was mostly mermaid!) it was probably fine.


[For said Skywalker-Solos. Because we have spent a lot, a lot of years being mean.]

Rey was having such a weird week. She had no idea what had gotten into her last night, and she'd woken up feeling gross again only to see a notification that sometime after Dean had sent her home, she'd booked a last minute portal for this morning back home. Apparently for like, 36 hours. She couldn't get a refund, so she figured she might as well go. It was never a bad thing to see her friends.

And then there was a last-minute stopover, which was why she was sitting in a Portalocity terminal somewhere in Kansas, alternating between practicing getting rid of this headache and also checking to make sure the portal wasn't delayed further. It was more like 24 hours now and she was already annoyed. At least next time she could actually plan this...


[NFB but if you want to ping in, go for it!]

Rey had gotten back from her trip home yesterday, and hadn't managed to get to the warehouse before now. So she was a little surprised when she said hello to the woodchucks and saw one otter in the group. She frowned, but said hello to her anyway.

Just wait till she found out they were missing a woodchuck and the otter was an exchange student.

Last night had been a lot, and this morning was too, but for different reasons. For so long Rey had wanted her parents back, and she was thrilled, but she also had very, very little memory of them. She didn't want to say that, though she figured they had to know, and she knew nothing about them, and she wasn't even sure what to call them because she didn't remember what she'd called them before. She had a million questions and no idea where to start.

And so now she has two parents she didn't know how to talk to even though she so badly wanted to, in her kitchen in her stupidly giant apartment that wouldn't even give them much of a clue as to who she was as a person now, making them caf and trying not to feel weird.


[For me!]