3 AM we seemed alright, on our way into the mingle

[shoujoreject]

Who: SS Caprine + visitors!
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: The Caprine (duh)
When: All month long

[Friends! Ships! Friendships! ... other ships? Maybe!]

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Finn | OTA

[forcesensitive]

[In many ways it's a relief to be back in space. Weird as hell to be traveling outside of hyperspace, but comforting at the same time. he takes a shuttle over to the Iskaulit every morning for meditation practice (which he still isn't very good at), but for much of the rest of the time he can be found on the Caprine, studying various things from his communicator in the kitchen while munching on some more of his weird snack creations or practicing his combat forms in the cargo bay. Sometimes he'll switch it up and use the weights, but free movement is still better for his back. Atroma may have healed the wound he received, but it's still not wise to put too much stress on it.]

[resnipstance]

[True to her word, Ahsoka appears like clockwork at the same time every week.]

Hey you. Ready to learn some new moves?

[forcesensitive]

[Finn, for his part, looks a little surprised - but pleased. There's a strain around his eyes, but he's still glad to see Ahsoka show up.]

Hey, you're back to being big again! That was kinda weird.

[But sure enough, he's ready to run another round of practice. Probably.]

[resnipstance]

Yeeeeaaah, uh. Let's just not talk about that!

[She's faintly embarrassed.]

Here. We're going to do something different from drills today. Catch.

[She throws him a strip of cloth.]

[forcesensitive]

[He snatches it out of the air reflexively.]

Uh, okay. What do you want me to do?

[resnipstance]

Blindfold.

Have you been keeping up with your meditation?

[forcesensitive]

A blindfold?

[He looks unsure, but ties it around his eyes anyway.]

Yeah, in the mornings. Hard not to fall asleep though.

[resnipstance]

Yep! Today I want you to concentrate on deflecting my attacks.

Don't worry so much about your form for today. Just do what feels natural-- you've been practising enough, I think the form will follow.

Come on. Opening stance.

[forcesensitive]

[Obediently, he activates his practice blade and gets into opening stance. There are plenty of non-visual cues he can use for this, right?

And at first he does all right. They have been practicing enough that as long as she sticks to one of the patterns they've worked on, he has no trouble at all - he's learned his basics well. As soon as she goes off-pattern, though, he stumbles.]

Action, backdated to 06/11

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Wow that sure was a jerky guy on the comms. Pinkie's JUST about to respond to him when she sees Finn running past her and knocking furiously on Poe's hatch. And for some strange reason, she gets an inkling that maybe those two events are related.

So when Finn decides to emerge, Pinkie's waiting a little bit outside, looking quite concerned.]

Hey, Finn. Are you okay?

[forcesensitive]

[Poe's managed to calm him down quite a bit, but Finn still looks surprised to see Pinkie there.]

You saw that, huh?

[spontaneouscombustion]

Yeah... You looked really upset...

[forcesensitive]

[He runs a hand through his hair and exhales. Finn still looks troubled, but not panicking anymore.]

Yeah. There was someone on the network I didn't want to see, that's all.

[spontaneouscombustion]

I figured. I think a LOT of people on the network don't wanna see him. He's kind of a meany, isn't he?

So he's from your world?

[forcesensitive]

[Understatement of the century.]

From my time, yeah. He's--

[genocidal isn't a concept he wants to get into with a pony, so he shakes his head]

--don't let on that you know me, if you ever talk to him. He's the kind of person who would hurt you to get at me.

[spontaneouscombustion]

[Nope, nope nope. Pinkie's going to wrap her tail around his wrist and start leading him down the hall.]

Kitchen time.

[Dang that is one serious tone for her.]

[forcesensitive]

O-okay....

[But for once in his life, he's not even hungry....]

kitchen

[shoujoreject]

[It feels so unusual for him to seek actual companionship in any way, but whatever. Finn's in the kitchen, he likes the kitchen, it works out.]

What have you made from our rations this time?

[He sounds amused, tired though he is, peering around the dark-skinned man's arm to see.]

[forcesensitive]

Hey, Qing.

[Finn looks tired himself, almost on the brink of exhaustion, which probably explains his simple choice today.]

Meat-texture bacon strips with cheddar gel dip. Kind of salty, though.

[shoujoreject]

I'm amazed. More salty than the real thing?

[Curiously, he reaches out to take one of the strips and dip to test it. If it's not too bad, he might be able to fix it... though sometimes, there's so much salt overkill that it's impossible.]

[forcesensitive]

[Finn shrugs.]

Beats me. I never had "the real thing".

[...It's actually less salty than real cured bacon and aged cheddar would be.]

[shoujoreject]

[Finn pls. Qing blinks, chewing on the bacon. There's not the same crunch that he likes, but...]

Mm. It's actually not nearly that salty. A little closer to turkey bacon, but less salty than that, too.

[forcesensitive]

[Finn cocks his head to the side. What's turkey, precious?]

So is that good or bad?

[shoujoreject]

[Finn, we need to feed you real food. So much real food.]

I'd say it's good. It's not as greasy as real bacon, either. Some people would argue that defeats the purpose, but I'm not against fun and creativity.

[forcesensitive]

[He's not sure what grease has to do with fun and creativity, so Finn looks slightly baffled.]

There's a purpose to having greasy food?