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

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.