( CLOSED )

[insurgent]

Who: Jyn Erso (insurgent) & various others
What: Catch-all log for the October event and related shenanigans
When: October
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): n/a for now

( CLOSED in that I'd love to plot with anyone on the event post or at locution so we can sort starters! )

Comments

rey. morning after the explosion.

[insurgent]

[ Perhaps Jyn only notices her because they're after the same thing. While Jyn isn't cocky, she has faith in her skillset, particularly her ability to go unnoticed (evading an empire for fifteen years affords one such pride). With her dark clothing, including an Olympian cloak, she could be a local, albeit a scruffy-looking one. In the heart of the Market District, she leans against the wall at the mouth of an alley, playing on her phone, brows furrowed in concentration, as she catches snatches of a conversation between two merchants.

"Dreadful thing, wasn't it?" a man intones mournfully, unpacking bracelets for display at his stall, like today is any other day and yesterday was but a spot of bad weather. His fellow merchant nods, unable to think of a suitable reply. The relative quiet of the streets is explained by the early hour. People will flood the area soon enough, despite the prior morning's tragedy.

With few others in the vicinity besides vendors opening their stalls, Rey stands out, hazarding as glance at the vendors as their conversation turns to the blast and dressed in a manner reminiscent of scavengers from Jyn's own stars (not her home, never her home). It's not enough of a similarity for her to presume shared origins between them, but perhaps the girl is like Rhys or Clarke. Of some stars, if not her own. She was listening the merchants just then, too, if nothing else. Without warning, Jyn pockets her phone and slips in front of the girl, gaze on her feet as she stumbles into Rey (perhaps intentionally). ]

Oh — [ She regains her balance easily, looking up in mild surprise. ] — didn't see you, sorry.

[invariances]

[ as long as she's been alone all her young life, rey's never quite perfected the art of blending seamlessly into a crowd; there were simply never enough crowds of scavengers in niima outpost for her to even gain practice at it. she knows enough of how to lie low and be unobtrusive, but hiding in plain sight among other people is another art altogether, and a skillset she simply doesn't have.

the open-air market seems as good a place as any to attempt to navigate conversations of the vendors and buyers all around her, and she's not-so-subtly attempting to eavesdrop on a conversation while feigning interest in a vendor's wares when jyn — accidentally or not — bumps into her.

she rubs her shoulder petulantly, frowning. acts like this among scavengers often happened when someone was trying to pick pockets, and subtly she tries to pat herself down to make certain this woman hasn't stolen anything out of her knapsack. ] You should watch where you're going, a bit better.

[ her brows knit, and her expression changes slightly from irritation to concern. ] There's no quarantine, and you might've bumped into someone who's infected.

[insurgent]

[ she raises her hands in the universal gesture of surrender before tucking them in her pockets. ]

I suppose you're right.

[ said neutrally. as it happens, she does agree with the observation regarding the dangers of the infection spreading. while jyn thinks herself immune (after surviving with rhys and abelas sneezing all over the flat), the lack of quarantine or even a kriffing word from the empress is disconcerting.

scanning the area for eavesdroppers, she lowers her voice. this requires discretion, not coyness. ]

Did you happen to hear what vendors were chatting about?

[invariances]

[ rey fully turns to regard the young woman, and sees that she's attempting to keep a low profile as well, most likely doing a much better job than herself at it. not a native olympian; an outsider from another world, as rey is. she doesn't recognize the woman's face, but something about her style and manner of dress seems slightly familiar. similar to that of off-world traders she'd seen coming in and out of niima, perhaps.

when she asks about the vendors, rey's own curiosity is piqued and she lowers her voice as well, turning her face away from the vendors as jyn's done to hide the movement of her lips. ] Someone was talking about the Simwe Institute — something about a break-in that happened there, months ago.

Why, have you heard anything?