these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka nods as if this makes sense to her-- it doesn't, but she can sense the girl's rising panic. Staying calm and trying to puzzle her way through this calmly she feels is the best course of action.]

I see...

Do you mean to say the Atroma purchased you from your previous owner...?

[If that's true, she'd like to have WORDS with them about it. But somehow she doubts it. Why would the Atroma bother buying a person when they could just take?]

[scrubscrub]

[...............

Ah—

Her eyes widen.]

D-do you think maybe that's what happened? Maybe I was re-sold...

[Clearly Ahsoka is giving her new thoughts to ponder.]

[resnipstance]

Hmmm. I wonder. It doesn't seem very likely. I'm pretty sure the rest of us were just kidnapped. If they can kidnap anyone they want, why would they pay...?

1/3

[scrubscrub]

I... suppose you're right...

[She wrings her hands together, trying to form some kind of reply, some way of getting out of the conversation or maybe redirecting it, because she's having a hard time with the different knots her brain is making in her head trying to make sense of all this and... and...! And she has no good answer, and it worries her to be unable to answer a higher figure than her, so — !!]

I think, um...! I...

[scrubscrub]

[.....................]

... should...

[scrubscrub]

Polish the floors a little more!

[Excuse her while she begins to compulsively clean this spot over here with a wet rag.

There was a very slight spot that needed re-cleaning.]

[resnipstance]

W-Wait! Stop! You don't need to do that!

[omg child]

[scrubscrub]

But there is a scuff here!

[scrub, scrub, scrub —

It's an unconscious sort of gesture, and even though her arms are rather scrawny she keeps repeating the motion over and over, even though the floor is sparkling.]

A scuff won't do, I can't leave even the smallest smudge! It's fine, miss, it will be taken care of!

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka puts a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.]

... Hey. It's all right. The floor is clean.

[scrubscrub]

[Ah — !

She flinches at the touch; the aura around her is one of fear, hidden under a heavy blanket of determination.]

I-I'm sorry! It's just one moment — I can still see it!

Please, don't let me keep you waiting. I'm sure Mr. Obi-wan is waiting for your company, Miss...!

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka rocks backwards on her heels instead, until she plops herself on the floor, sitting down. She can't just leave her like this, after all.

She sits there for a minute, perfectly still, looking worried. Finally:]

... You're afraid of me.

[scrubscrub]

[She flinches again, looking straight down at the floor.]

Y-yes, it's true that I don't want to upset you! I'm sorry. I'm very sorry...! I'm just worried about causing any grief!

After all, it's disappointing to see a mark on an otherwise clean floor...

[She's not sure how to explain it, that she's always scared. Always worried. Even if her defenses have fallen even slightly around people like Obi-wan and Mr. Solo and Marhi — and everyone here, really! — she can't find it in her heart to trust them yet.

Baby steps?]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka tries to give what she thinks is an encouraging smile.]

You don't have to be worried.

I promise, I won't get you in trouble or hurt you. Ever. And Jedi always keep their promises.

[Even if she's not a Jedi anymore.]

[scrubscrub]

[She looks up, pausing for just a moment. It seems to be clean to her now, at least...]

You're a Jedi? Like Obi-wan. He can make things float. You must be gifted like he is!

[And that makes you far above her, even more so than usual...]

I — appreciate your words, miss! I'll remember them. But you shouldn't concern yourself with the likes of me. Especially when you're company, and someone is waiting for you! I wouldn't dream of keeping anyone waiting...

[resnipstance]

That's right. Like Obi-Wan. He was my teacher's teacher.

[She doesn't normally refer to either of them as teachers, but in this context she suspects the word master might be taken the wrong way.]

Anyway, Obi-Wan isn't waiting for me. I just decided to drop by and say hello. So you're not keeping me at all.

[scrubscrub]

Oh, I see. I'm not very good company, though... I could get you something to drink! Or make you something. I'm not very good at making food, but I can make simple things, like sandwiches.

[resnipstance]

... It's really fine. I don't need you to get or make me anything. Even if I did, I'd feel weird if someone else did it for me when I can do it myself.

[scrubscrub]

[Oh. But. She puts a hand to her cheek, thoughtful.]

... I don't usually hear people say things like that.

[resnipstance]

I like to be self-sufficient.

[scrubscrub]

[She flusters a little, bit she seems more genuine about — everything.]

I like being self-sufficient, too.

It keeps trouble away!

[resnipstance]

Really? You'll have to teach me that trick sometime. I can't get trouble to stay away.

[scrubscrub]

Ah! I know many ways of staying out of trouble! I could teach you!

[oh jesus christ don't ahsoka it's just going to end up being sad as fuck]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka chuckles.]

I'm not sure it would make a difference. Trouble just has a way of finding me.

[scrubscrub]

[She cocks her head to the side, rubbing her chin in thought.]

It finds you? What sort of trouble is it?

[resnipstance]

Well it's my duty to protect people, so... sometimes bad guys come looking for me. Or the people I'm protecting.