Sabine Wren

MCA #3- Thursday morning

2025-09-04T13:25:48Z

You know, Sabine almost hasn't come back from Lothal. And then she got back just in time to be a teenager, and before she could even process that, she was a pony, and there were dinosaurs outside.

And poor Murley. The loth-cat she'd brought back was brand new to this, had no idea what to do with his- well, not really owner, but caretaker- missing hands, which meant there was food all over the floor because you try to pour out cat food with hooves, and now she had to open a door to leave and fight dinosaurs. With hooves.

Fandom, why were you like this.

[Establishy.]

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Sabine's warehouse- Tuesday

2024-08-20T11:13:13Z

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!]

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The Art Institute of Chicago- Wednesday afternoon

2024-08-07T15:29:30Z

Of course Sabine was getting to the art museum. It was even one she'd wanted to go to back when she was in high school, so she was spending her afternoon wandering and looking at everything for a nearly-uncomfortable amount of time.

She'd already gotten pictures of the lion statues out front for reference in case she felt like drawing them later. Maybe later she'd head to the Millennium Park thing next door. They had sculptures! Or she'd try to fit in another museum. Really she probably needed another day?

[Open for anyone who might want to see some art!]

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Sabine's warehouse- Tuesday afternoon

2024-04-30T18:03:06Z

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.]

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MCA #3- Friday morning

2024-04-26T13:20:37Z

Sabine wasn't loving this week at this point, but yesterday had felt kind of good. It'd been a long time since she got to fight anything, even if she was very obviously rusty and unprepared in a way that was a little embarrassing. Still, it brought up some memories.

And apparently how she was dealing with those memories by was sketching them out, and when she happened to look up to give her eyes a rest she saw that it was light out now.

Also that if she had a creation come to life that maybe drawing more things was not a smart decision.

( gonna be that kind of day )

[Establishy.]

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MCA #3- Thursday morning

2023-10-12T16:10:22Z

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!]

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ooc: info post!

2023-10-04T11:12:25Z

You've met Sabine. Hi again!

( there's big updates anyway! )

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Outside the junkyard- Sunday morning

2021-05-02T14:22:28Z

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.]

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Room 210- Friday late afternoon

2021-04-30T17:58:18Z

This week had been a lot, and Sabine still had quite a bit to do before she left on Sunday. She was going to have to get up early tomorrow to pack up her warehouse to return her supplies back to their rightful place on the Ghost.

Today though, she was packing up whatever she wouldn't need from the room over the next couple days. The art supplies were going to be a process. In a lot of cases she didn't know what was hers and what was Astrid's anymore, do anything she wasn't sure about could stay here. Same for anything she knew Astrid used more.

She was going to have to get pictures of the room, too. She'd done some good work that had to be immortalized.

[Open!]

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1st floor girls' bathroom- Friday late afternoon

2021-03-19T16:46:03Z

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!]

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A paintball course on the mainland- Sunday afternoon

2021-02-14T13:21:15Z

On one hand, this really wasn't Sabine or Lana's holiday. But it was a good excuse for a date, even if their version of celebrating something like Valentine's Day meant finding a paintball course on the mainland.

As it turned out, they weren't even the only people with this idea. The course was filled with couples who were probably more concerned with being cute together than actually playing.

Which was why as they were getting their gear, Sabine said, "So we're going to destroy everyone here, right?"

[For the girlfriend!]

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Room 210- Wednesday morning

2021-02-10T11:49:43Z

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!]

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Room 210- Saturday morning

2020-07-11T12:47:07Z

Sabine was absolutely over this. She could deal well enough with the clothing disappearing- her armor hadn't counted and she'd managed to find a rash guard in a tree that meant she was at least about as covered up as she always was.

The real problem was that the weather was kind of killing all of her outlets this week. Her warehouse was too dark and stuffy to work, it was too hot for painting without a disaster, and it even felt too gross to sit and read without focusing on how gross it was. This was starting to result in her being too annoyed to try anything, and since she was up too early because it had been already too hot to sleep, she was sitting on her bed with her sketchbook and drawing the things she wanted to paint but wasn't about to chance right now.

It probably wasn't really helping.

[Door and post so, so open. This is probably your only day to ever get answers out of her, mwahaha.]

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Room 210- Sunday

2020-02-16T19:43:14Z

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!]

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Room 210- Friday afternoon

2020-02-14T19:51:25Z

So.

Sabine had come up with a new project, which was adding a border on her side of the room. She'd been inspired by this week a little by the bombs she'd set off for catharsis earlier in the week, getting a stepladder and painting little explosions in those colors at the top of the walls, just beneath the ceiling.

It was something to do. And it kept her from listening to radio, even if she was kind of dying to listen to radio.

[Door s d post open!]

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Room 210- Sunday afternoon

2020-01-19T22:25:09Z

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!]

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Room 210- Wednesday afternoon

2020-01-01T18:33:55Z

Sabine didn't really care about the new year itself, but the timing had synced up nicely with general boredom and just getting sick of her hair color. As of this morning it was now mostly lavender with a little bit of pink underneath that showed up now and then, which she felt better about. She'd needed the change.

But since the boredom was still there, she had laid some tarps down and was spending the afternoon adding to her bright pink desk. She'd made a stamp in the shape of a bird foot a while back, but today was a day for dipping it in black paint and making up a little path for an imaginary bird's tracks all over her desk. Including the sides. Sure, it wasn't realistic, but it was artistic license. It was a callback to a few different things, and one of them hurt a little, but it felt like the thing to do.

And if she didn't like it, she could always paint over it again.

[Open door, open post. I am bored out of my mind.]

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Room 210- Monday morning

2019-11-18T14:02:05Z

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!]

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Baltimore- Wednesday afternoon

2019-09-04T14:19:50Z

The summer had meant that the island was hopping around from hellscape to Mario to hellscape again, which meant opportunities to explore beyond the island had been limited if you didn't want to chance a murder. Now that things were normal again, Sabine and Lana decided to make a trip over to the mainland.

To a museum and library, because of course.

"I'm a little worried I'm going to have to drag you out of here at closing," Sabine said, only really half-teasing, as they walked up to the building.

[For the other nerd!]

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ooc: info post!

2019-08-28T03:26:13Z

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) )

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Room 210- Sunday morning

2019-08-18T13:08:19Z

Usually by now Sabine would already have an idea of some mural she'd put up on a wall somewhere, commemorating the island's latest adventure, and might be prepping which supplies she wanted to bring to do it.

She would not be doing that this time.

Being stuck as a weirdly evil plastic toy who'd happily turn people in because she was supposed to was not sitting well with her now, and she was stuck somewhere between wanting a thousand hugs and not wanting to see anyone at all, which mostly left her feeling kind of sick. She had a sketchbook out and was angrily drawing in it, but all the things she kept making appear on the pages weren't things she wanted to deal with, this was supposed to be distracting her.

Maybe she should go to the gym and hit things and hope the rest of the dorms didn't have the same idea.

[Closed door, open post!]

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The Ghost- Tuesday morning

2019-07-23T14:54:12Z

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!]

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Room 221- Friday afternoon

2019-05-17T14:33:58Z

Sabine had gotten Astrid's postcard and had been working on a reply. Sure, she could call, and she probably would, but when the island was full of dinosaurs she couldn't not send a letter and include several drawings of the current surroundings. As much as she didn't understand how little technology worked in 1993, this part might actually be kind of a plus, even if it was slower.

Fridays were her day where she had nothing to do, so she had the door open, music playing from her phone, and was sitting on her bed with several finished and half-colored drawings of jungles and dinosaurs (one rainbow-spotted, because really) laying around. This might be her whole day, and there might be a lot more drawings if she wasn't stopped.

[I somehow have no work. Help. Door and post open!]

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OOC: first dance of availability!

2019-04-30T10:03:15Z

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.

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A store on the mainland- Tuesday evening

2019-04-09T11:29:36Z

Sabine was trying very hard not to be a full-on crab today. She didn't like this barely-contained itchy feeling, she didn't like that she hadn't been able to get rid of it, and because she was on StuCo and felt like she should make an appearance at things like prom, she had to actually get ready for it. And she'd determined that stores here didn't really cater to her style but she didn't have the know-how to make something herself, and wah wah wah.

So she'd enlisted Astrid's help in going to a store on the mainland where maybe they could find something for Friday. At the very least it got them off the island for a bit.

And she had to admit, she hated the clothes here a little less today. "Some of these things might not be so bad," she conceded.

[For the roomie!]

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