i need not one thing more. (open & closed starters)

[invariances]

Who: Rey (invariances) & various. And you!
What: catch-all for the evacuation to Wyver. open prompts on the post, closed starters in the comments.
When: throughout end of October
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): none atm

i. one quarter portion. [ olympia ]
[ rey is a desert rat. she's used to near-starvation on almost a daily basis, used to having to forage and scavenge for what she could sell to feed herself, and yet having come to el nysa she's become complacent with the availability of food and drink.

...sort of. she's hoarded a bit of foodstuffs for herself and poe — not nearly enough for what they'd need for an extended period of food unavailability — but she knows well that she needs to secure more, and with that in mind she begins stalking some of the street vendors who used to sell their products but have stopped doing so. if they're storing extra somewhere that they're no longer selling, she's going to find it.

sure enough, her sleuthing efforts uncover a makeshift warehouse with stores of produce, dried meats and grains. someone might sneak up on her, though, while she's busy stocking her knapsack with whatever isn't nailed down, hungrily sampling some of it in the process. ]

b. this much green in the whole galaxy. [ exploring wyver. ]
[ this new city that they've been taken to, wyver, is remarkably lush and green. rey's never seen anything like it, and they're hardly past the relocation efforts before she's taking off to explore different areas.

she can be found in the new city built inside of the canyon, testing rickety little walkway bridges and even attempting to use some of the shops/structures to scale and climb the canyon walls with. the north end markets will be a draw, as will the vibrant, colorful western entertainment district. the south end, though, holds her fascination even more potently; there's a sort of gravitational draw she feels in the force from the shamans' temples, and she can be found peeking into them, as well as wandering into areas designated for ceremonial rituals and gatherings.

she'll also find the market in the old city strangely somewhat familiar, with its slums and dilapidated buildings and huts and hovels that people have built themselves out of old metal materials...and it might even make her a little nostalgic as she browses, for her rusted-out at-at on jakku. ]

c. wildcard.
[ feel free to find rey in a scenario of your choosing, either in olympia or wyver! ]

Comments

B.

[song_of_ice]

[He stood below, watching as the wiry young woman scaled the walls alongside the canyon, using the shops as footholds. A glimpse of her brown hair pushed him back to the point when Bran would climb the battlements and towers of Winterfell, fearless and confident. Whatever nostalgia and warmth that the memory brought him, it was tainted and colored now by what happened to his brother.

One wrong step, one shift in her grip and she would fall as well.]

You should come down before you slip, my lady.

this is so late but i can tell i'm already going to love these two

[invariances]

[ climbing is second nature to her; rey has scaled the hulls of massive star destroyers while on jakku, trekked miles and miles for parts and items to scavenge. so she nearly laughs when she hears the stranger's voice cautioning her not to slip — she's never fallen, never hurt herself terribly doing this. ]

— It's alright, [ she calls down to where he stands in an alleyway, but starts to make her descent anyway. ] I've done this before; I can handle myself.

[ she makes her way carefully down the canyon wall once more, until she takes a short leap and lands to stand beside him. ] This is a lot easier to climb than what I've been used to, to be honest.

It's not that late! I love them already!

[song_of_ice]

[She climbs as well as Bran did once, as if it is second nature. Half squirrel, wasn't that what Bran was called? That same sort of inclination and experience was obvious in her, enough that it didn't leave him paranoid watching her, as though he should be expecting a fall. The way she found every foothold and notch was enough to assure him she wouldn't break her neck in front of him.]

That's what people say before they fall.

[Still, she impressed him. He smiled at her in amusement once she landed next to him, in possession of herself and as confident as Arya might have been.]

You've had worse walls to climb? [Well, to be fair, so did he.] What will you do if you end up falling through one of the shops?

one quarter

[saucius]

You're going to choke if you keep munching and running around.

[ The Exile stands by the entrance, arms folded over her chest as she stares at Rey with something of an amused expression. ]

Besides, you're going to need a bigger bag. Are you at least picking non-perishables?

[invariances]

[ thanks, meetra — rey does indeed choke at that, her own fault for attempting to wolf down dry food in too much of a hurry. she hacks and coughs for a moment, but doesn't try to brandish her staff or saber at whom she's sparred with before; this woman is a force-user, a powerful one, but she's not the enemy.

finally she gets her breath back and looks up from where she kneels on the floor, glaring. ] I'm not stupid — on Jakku we had nothing but non-perishables.

[ a lift of her brows: ] Do you have a bigger bag?

[saucius]

[ She tries and manages not to chuckled at the chocking, because the Exile assumes there's a limit to how much Rey will take of her shit and that's probably a shit limit as it is. ]

Jakku? I don't think I've heard about that planet. Sounds like growing up there wouldn't be fun.

[ She stares for a moment, as if offended, before turning around and taking a couple of large duffel bags from outside the building. ]

One for each, even.

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[jensaarai]

[It's sheer coincidence that Ren happens upon Rey. Not only here, but at just the right time to see her pocket some food that she definitely didn't pay for. He could ignore it and focus on his own preparations.

But that's not what he decides to do.

Using the Force, he lifts a piece of fruit from her knapsack, pulling it toward him until it's in his hand, a few feet away. He doesn't say anything until he's moved closer, returning the fruit to its proper place on the display as he leans over.]

They'd have your hand if they knew you were stealing. [Said as if this is somewhat amusing to him.]

8D

[invariances]

[ she's so busy that she doesn't use the force to keep her senses sharp around her, and as a result rey nearly leaps out of her skin when the piece of fruit levitates and flies away. her surprised gaze follows its path until it alights in ren's hand, and she stares at him open-mouthed for a long moment.

there's a shiver of rampant emotions that flits through her at seeing him again — anger, fear, mistrust, combined with an unsettling curiosity — and then she tamps down on those feelings, knowing he can probably access them with how easily she broadcasts. she hasn't yet learned how to mask her power yet, of course, with no one to teach her.

rey gets to her feet, not willing to yield the kind of assumed authority he'd have with her on her knees in front of him. ]

If that's the punishment for stealing food here, they'd only have it if they cut it off my dead body.

[ defiant even in the face of her attacker, who'd bested her last time they met in combat. she tips her chin at him, somewhat haughty, somewhat questioningly. ] What are you doing here? Attempting to scavenge for yourself?

i. one quarter

[murphys_laws]

[scavenging and hoarding was second nature to john murphy; he didn't trust the abundance and supposed security that he was greeted with upon arriving in el nysa, so he had been hoarding a bit of food himself as well. but with everything happening across olympia and the rumours of evacuation abound, murphy knew that he needed to have just a bit more food if he was going to survive this in the long run.

happening to stumble upon the same warehouse that ray did, murphy didn't immediately notice that he had company until he rounded a corner and saw that there was someone else in here with the same idea that he had. she was currently crouched over some produce, stuffing things into a backpack, and murphy was immediately struck with an overwhelming wave of familiarity. she reminded him of someone, but he knew that it wasn't her.

he kept his voice down as he approached her, making sure to keep a safe amount of space between them so that this stranger didn't feel like she was being snuck up on.]

hey. you need some help there?

[[ooc: not sure if you want more than one scene per starter, so let me know and I'll wildcard it!]]

it's totally fine!! i wanted as many people to tag that starter as humanly possible 8D

[invariances]

[ she startles at first upon his approach, but her concern dissipates when she realizes he's in the same situation she is — he's got his own supplies he's carrying in his hands, obviously gathering food as well.

in her former life she was used to cutthroat competition with those she knew on jakku — there was so little to grab, such meager opportunities to find and trade for food and water, and scavengers used to double-cross one another and lie and steal in the name of survival. but this place is different; despite the market vendors' strike there's plenty here for the taking, more than enough for a room full of people, and she nods at him somewhat gratefully for his offer of help. they can help one another, instead of work against one another. ]

I'm just taking what I need for myself and my — [ what is poe, exactly? ] — roommate, but you're welcome to whatever you can carry. Here —

[ she digs at the bottom of her knapsack and produces another bag roughly the same size as hers, handing it to him. ] This is yours, if you want it. You can carry a lot more that way, than just with your hands.