Sabine Wren

Ahsoka had said to meet somewhere she felt comfortable, so Sabine picked her warehouse. She could have picked the weapons store that was designed for this sort of thing, but this was private, and she'd die before she admitted it but she was worried about embarrassing herself in public.

There still wasn't anything in here though aside from all the old art pieces on the surfaces (and that new one). And as she sat on the floor to wait, she figured maybe she should at least get some chairs or something.


[For the Master!]

Well, if Sabine was going to revisit past stuff, she figured maybe it was time to bite the bullet and head down to the warehouse district.

It wasn't like the place was deeply traumatic or anything, it was just surreal to be back in the places she'd spent so much time in a lifetime ago. And she'd thrown her work all over the area. This was a Sabine who hadn't known what was coming, and it was bittersweet, and if ahed out the armor on again, if she'd used Ezra's lightsaber again, if she was going to go around calling her a padawan again there was no reason not to look at some artwork.

She hadn't been sure her warehouse was still here but it was, with her orange symbol spray painted on the outside door. The door stuck a little so she had to knock that open, and then it was into the big empty space. She'd cleared out everything years ago. The bomb making supplies had been loaded onto the Ghost pretty much immediately after graduation so it was completely empty. And the artwork was still there. The painted floor, the space battle on a wall, the hidden lothcat that was a pretty obvious lothcat now without the tables. It was a wonder she'd never gotten to the ceiling.

It was the space battle wall that got her attention, though. She looked at it for a while, and felt like things were missing. There was no Ghost. No B-wings. Should there be a purrgil somewhere?

All right. Fine. Maybe she had more work to do.

[Mostly eatablishy but open if you're in the area or catch her on the way out.]

Sabine didn't paint as much these days. Part of it was lack of inspiration, but the biggest factor was lack of opportunity that came with staying in one place for too long.

So naturally with a new apartment, she had to make it not boring.

She'd gotten supplies this morning, and she'd laid down tarps all over the floor to start painting the living room walls a dark gray (she had ideas on how to make white and black pop, and also it reminded her of the Ghost), leaving the windows open for ventilation and the apartment door cracked. Was this technically allowed? Maybe. Had she even thought of asking? Absolutely not.

[Open, why not!]

A long time ago Sabine had said that right after graduation she'd be headed home, and she was following through on that. While she liked it here, she was pretty ready to go, too. It was time to actually get into the fight and do some good.

Most of her personal stuff was already on the Ghost but there were plenty of supplies from the warehouse that would have to be loaded on, so she'd staged them outside the junkyard to start bringing in. And then she could text people to let them know where she was and that she was headed out. Maybe she'd get to see a couple people first.


[Sabine's last post! Open with some SP.]

Maybe it was because she was very aware of how little time she had left on island, but Sabine had been wanting to leave her mark on a lot more stuff, and changing up a lot more than that. And the easiest way to change things was, of course, by coloring her hair.

After a lot of work and time taking up part of the girls' bathroom, she stood in front of the mirror, playing with her newly orange and blue hair, and deciding she liked it enough to stay a while. Next she'd probably redo her armor or probably try to sneak a little gremlin painting into a common room somewhere, but for at least today this was enough.


[Hello to canon hair finally! Open!]

As someone who kept a lot of stuff nice and repressed hidden, today was kind of Sabine's nightmare. In a way it was worse than truth say, because at least then the people around her either made themselves scarce or respected her boundaries enough not to take advantage. Today just meant she'd be minding her own business and suddenly have a crate marked "mommy issues" or whatever on it and she did not need that.

At a certain point she just began piling them up, the words on them carefully hidden facing her, and she set the tarps down before getting on the floor and painting the bags. At first she just used random colors and patterns, but after a while it seemed to be more like she was decorating them how they made her feel, which was a nice kind of catharsis if you were the kind of person to admit to that sort of thing.


[Been waiting for this since I wrote up my app tbh. Open!]

Sabine had never really figured that she was the type of person to go on dates. There were possibly some relationships in her future, sure, but her life so far hadn't seemed hugely open to the actual process of dates.

And then she'd maybe sort of asked Lana out and then Lana specifically said the word "date," so now it looked like Sabine was, in fact, the type of person who went on dates.

Lucky for her she was also definitely someone who didn't need to pretend to act cool before Lana showed up. Mostly because she'd pretty recently actually finished the border she'd been talking about and now was trying to put away supplies first. Totally cool.


[For one but open before that!]

Sabine had been meaning to repaint her armor for a while, and had finally solidified her design enough to actually do it. This meant that today she was being spent in her room with the window cracked as she sat on the floor and painted all the pieces. She'd gone with a polar bear on the pauldron this time, since they'd stuck in her head in December and wouldn't get out, which had led to a color scheme in pastel pinks and blues and dark grays. It was probably a more wintery look, but that's how she was feeling.

The door was open and Sabine had a project. You could always interrupt if you didn't mind her not stopping what she was doing to make sure it all got done today with enough time to dry before tomorrow.


[Open!]

In a way, the weekend had been a good thing in that Sabine didn't have time to start kicking herself over whether she should have left on Thursday or not. (She'd get there.) It also meant that she was spending this morning trying to clean up the damage she'd caused when she was five.

She didn't mind the artwork, actually. There'd been a few crude animals painted on the walls, which wasn't terrible work for that age, and there were handprints on quite a few things. That was sort of cute. What wasn't cute was that there had been paint spills, markers left uncapped, at least one brush had been used so hard it was basically ruined.

"Where's the respect?" Sabine sighed, starting the cleanup.

[Open door, open post!]

It looks like we have some returning people! Hello! Here's who I have now!

( Rey )

( Sabine Wren )

( Kitty Pryde-Barton )

( Janet Kim )

( Brooke Davis )

( Jaina Solo )

( Marasiah Fel )

( Natalie (aka me) )

The longer her time as a bird went on, the more time Sabine spent on the Ghost, trying to avoid the embarrassment of changing back in public. Besides, she had a good setup here, including kindly provided finger paints, which was why the floor of her room was now covered in brightly covered bird tracks. It'd started out as an accident, but then she'd decided to see what kinds of patterns she could make just by running around on her tiny feet, which had been surprisingly fun. It was probably a good thing she changed back before she decided to start experimenting with wing splatter.

She'd turned back during the night, waking up relieved and fully human again. She'd avoided all awkwardness this time and was able to just get dressed in privacy, which she was extremely grateful for. Which also reminded her that she should send another letter to Astrid now that she had hands again.

And then she opened the door and poked her head into the hall, calling, "Hello?"


[Open for those who might be there!]

Nick gets married tomorrow! Yay! And then he gets married again this weekend! Long story!

This means that starting this afternoon and through Monday I'm going to be a crazy person who's afk a lot. There'll be a lot of time spent traveling and I'm at work for parts of it so I should still be able to ping into BDE stuff and the picnic (Though Clint will have modding rights to Kitty) and all but there may be some SP involved at times. Depends on whether I'm driving/social/whether I'm draining my phone taking pictures. So, bear with me, please.

Now to run to work for a half day where I'm already working overtime heeeeelp.

Vicky woke up (??) and had no idea where she was, except that it looked like a dorm room that had had paint vomited all over it.

For a brief moment she wondered if she'd started on the wrong end of a simulation, and then decided no, that would be the dumbest thing, and this must just be some new reboot. Which was also the dumbest thing, but one she'd agreed to go along with.

She got up, went to the closet, rifling through what was in there and deciding she hated it all. But that was okay. She was taking it as a challenge, and she was going to use this. Obviously her character-building would start with her clothes.

Even if she judged them.


[Sabine is now Vicky from the Good Place. So very open.]

There wasn't any immediate thought that something was wrong when Sabine woke up. It wasn't until she finally sat up after laying there for a while that she realized the room was covered in color. Which was not what she'd expected. Not that she knew what she'd expected. Also there seemed to be another bed?

She got out of bed and tried to be very quiet, going to the closet to see if there were clothes that weren't for sleep, and that was even more confusing.

What the hell.


[On some SP but open!]

Sabine didn't talk about home much, so it'd probably be easy to think she didn't get homesick. But she'd been stuck here since May, she'd been bored and restless for months, and she didn't actually think she'd be getting to any version of home anytime soon, and it was getting to her.

Every once in a while she checked the Portalocity app to see if her universe was on there yet. She did it less these days, because it got disappointing when it wasn't. She didn't even have anywhere to really go if she could go back, but she'd like to know it was an option. So today was a day to pull up the app on her phone and check.

And nothing. Still. Fine.

Rather than being upset about it, she put her phone down and started laying down the tarps in the room. Months ago she'd painted her desk a bright pink, and then left it unfinished, because she'd turned into a bird and it had felt a little bit cursed ever since. She'd been in a similar mood when she started that project, though, and today she wanted to finish it, and if she turned into a bird again then at least she'd have a different problem for a few days.

Spoiler: she wasn't turning into a bird today. But she would work the motif into the desk once she'd finished the pink.

[Open door, open post!]