Rey Skywalker

Occasionally when Rey went home, she found herself in the middle of a situation. And sometimes trying to diffuse the situation- say, between two groups fighting to control a small city via violence and intimidation- you maybe took a little stabbing to the side before having to finish the fight even if most of them got away.

"Sometimes" also meant that it was the first time this had ever happened, and because she knew (was pretty sure) it wasn't life-threatening, she was more annoyed at herself than anything. And that she'd gotten through shenanigans without being gross and was now going to have to wash blood out of her clothes.

Once the authorities came for the two that Rey had subdued, she headed back for where the Falcon was berthed, where she went straight for the medkit that they kept in the lounge. Some people might consider a doctor, but those people also hadn't had an entire lifetime of treating their own injuries and were therefore normal people. Everything was fine!


[For that guy who would probably disagree!]

Unsurprisingly, Rey loved having the girls around. It was one of the rare weekends like this that wasn't weird or kind of traumatic. Instead, it was just nice. There would definutely be things to think about, and the timing was definitely awkward for when they were supposed to go to Beltane, but... nice.

Also Hanna could maybe be a little more forthcoming about some of the Jedi stuff in her universe but whatever.

And knowing that their time together was coming to an end, that felt like a good excuse to sugar them up on cookies before send them off. Sorry, AU future Reys and Adrians.

"How many chocolate chips should they have?" Rey asked, kind of knowing the answer.


[For them and all the SP.]

The weather was nice, and Rey made her way to the beach a little early to set up for date night. It wasn't anything fancy, mostly little sandwiches and snacks, some she'd made or put together herself. She had made the pasta salad as she'd been taught (and it was good!), which was maybe more than she'd needed to do, but why should Adrian be the only one to make an effort for this sort of thing?

And once she'd gotten everything set up, she found a place to sit and wait. The beach was pretty this time of day.


[For the date!]

Rey could cook just fine. It wasn't ever fancy or anything, but it was perfectly serviceable food that you'd be perfectly fine eating. However, when you had basically a domestic god for a boyfriend, it would be dumb to not have him teach you a few things.

"I'll warn you, I have probably only the basics of equipment here," she said as she looked through a cabinet. "But I do have them."

And if they needed anything she didn't have, they'd make it work.


[For the guy from that thing.]

Fandom thought it was being funny.

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?