The Millennium Falcon- Saturday

[thatwaslucky]

While the general vibe of the last day on Anoat had been anxiety, today was relief. They'd gotten away safely, no evidence of their months on the planet left for the First Order to discover. Most of the Resistance members were on the other ship, though Chewie, Leia and Rose stayed on the Falcon. Rey had plotted their course through hyperspace and had put the ship on autopilot, and today was kind of a day to just chill out on a space ship.

There were things to do. There was a lounge area with a dejarik table if you wanted to learn a new game, and another with a mostly empty bar and a sound system that Rey had literally never touched. If you felt like geeking out over tech, someone might put you to work. No, you can't fly the ship. Yes, you can sit there. No, seriously, don't touch anything.


[For le Resistance!]

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[notallbluemonks]

Don't ask how Beau had managed to get a hold of that cabin. Suffice to say it was not one of her more shining moments -- but at least it was closer to bribery than blackmail? That was growth! Sure, that cabin was the size of a copper piece, but she'd seen how uneasy Yasha had been getting last night, trying to squirm out of conversations with random curious people, and figured she didn't need that on top of the claustrophobia issue. Anyway, Yasha was part of her crew, and she looked out for her crew like a good first mate should, dammit, so yeah, bribery. But harmless bribery, okay?

There had been a lot going on yesterday, and she'd fallen asleep before she finished journaling it all, so today she was sitting cross-legged atop a crate with a cup of caf beside her and a notebook on her knees, scribbling furiously away.

But also checking out the dejarik board, because dude.

[savingwhatwelove]

"What are you writing?" Rose asked, curious.

[notallbluemonks]

"My next novel," Beau said, deadpan, because sometimes old compulsive liar tendencies die hard. "I'm trying to figure out how to put all of you in it somewhere."

[savingwhatwelove]

"Do I get a cool line somewhere in it?"

Reasonable question.

[notallbluemonks]

"... sure," Beau said. Because it was totally a reasonable question. "You want to pick the line?"

She looked up and twirled her pencil in her fingers. "Didn't get your name, by the way. Can't have a cool line go to some anonymous person, am I right?"

[savingwhatwelove]

"Rose," she said. "And if I come up with it, it won't be cool."

[notallbluemonks]

Beau looked at her for a moment, trying to make an assessment that would definitely be getting written down in that notebook shortly.

"How about I run it by you for final approval when I come up with it?" she suggested. "Beau, by the way. I mean, that's me."

[savingwhatwelove]

"Good to meet you," she said. "So what's this about, anyway?"

[notallbluemonks]

Beau tapped the pencil against her chin. "You're not really buying the novel thing, are you?"

[savingwhatwelove]

"No, but I wanted to see what you'd come up with," she smiled.

[notallbluemonks]

"Dammit," Beau said lightly. "I just like to take notes on places I've been, and this is kind of a super new experience, you know?"

She was in space, okay. It was awesome.

[savingwhatwelove]

"That sounds like a smart thing to do," Rose told her. "I kind of wish I'd done that for some places, actually."

[notallbluemonks]

"There's a lot of shit I write down that never becomes important again," Beau said, "but sometimes... you never know, am I right? The weirdest random shit turns out to be super important every now and then."