instead, she appears shortly thereafter. rey does a good job of masking the way she walks gently to account for broken ribs, but you know. daisy's a spy, so i'm registering that it's happening. she makes her way into the medical area of the safehouse carrying a backpack.
she settles in — slow to sit, careful — beside daisy where she's recovering and from her backpack produces two foil-wrapped burritos. she hands one over. ]
The restaurants are all showing off this week. You're missing out.
[ rey's one of the first people to come see her, and as such, daisy's not totally up to snuff just yet. as much as she'd like to sit up to greet her friend, the feeling of intense pinching pain along her spine and lower ribs tells daisy that horizontal is probably still the best plan for this particular evening — at least until she manages to eat something. maybe then she'll have more energy to fight with her nervous system and tell the pain who's boss.
as rey hands over the burrito, daisy offers a weak, but grateful, smile. it's tighter than normal, not quite reaching her eyes, but there's sincerity still in it. she's just tired. ]
Thank you for this, [ in lieu of acknowledging how annoying it is to be stuck in here, unable to experience the outside world. quarantine and isolation have never been her favorite places to be. ] I was getting really sick of cardboard and flavorless jello.
I'll come back with something else tomorrow, then.
[ She offers it effortlessly, unwrapping her own burrito. She's just here to sit and eat like it's normal, or anywhere else. No weirdness around the medical part. It's almost strangely antisocial, the way she sets about eating hero wn food without greeting and without putting all her attention towards Daisy. ]
Until you're out of here. [ However many days that takes. Rey doesn't mind. ]
[ just like daisy doesn't have to make her a mixtape, but will do it anyway. but she's going to rebuff the offer initially, because that's what she does. negotiating the offer of kindness makes her feel less like an imposition. ]
I don't know how long I'm going to be in here, anyway. At least a couple days. [ she stares into the foil wrapping, as if expecting something to come crawling out. she's relieved to find it's a perfectly boring tortilla wrap. apparently chipotle has continued into the future. with a mouth half-full of food, she adds: ] I haven't actually read the charts yet.
[ she doesn't really want to know how close she came to dying. ]
Can what? [ she swallows, considering rey with a neutral look before biting into her burrito again. there's a delay before daisy connects the dots. ]
Oh, read? Yeah, I'm not, like, a vegetable or anything.
[ physical injuries, yes. mental trauma or brain damage? not so much. she knows strange would have been far more demanding with his medical care if it was something to that extent.
this burrito's really good, though. she's going to take another bite, and remind herself to thank rey again for bringing it. ]
I've mostly been surfing the net. [ very retro, much 90s slang ] And sleeping.
[ she doesn't want to worry rey with how bad she aches or how much being in the hospital sucks. she doesn't want to think about it, either. sleeping all day and hoping people will think about her and come see her is a pretty low feeling, but she's too prideful to ask for people to come either. ]
How are you doing? [ don't think she didn't notice the careful walk and talk. ]
[ she doesn't ask if that's a smart move. she gets it. you have to do what you have to do, even if it sucks. one of the many fall-outs they share of a not-so-easy starting life. ]
Don't overdo it. [ but she does care. she doesn't want rey to hurt herself ] These beds suck, you don't want to be stuck in them.
[ an arch of a brow, a bite into a burrito. there's a brief pause as she chews and swallows. an opportunity to elaborate that daisy doesn't honestly expect rey to take her up on. ]
They'll probably stop when they find out I'm getting delivery.
[ and, in all fairness, daisy can afford to have food brought to her. some of the refugees here are newer arrivals, and they don't have the cashflow yet. she'll likely stop accepting handouts sooner rather than later. ]
The point remains. [ They do it when they need to. That's worth considering. But then, Rey's always been a Morningstar stan. ] At least you're in good company. [ A beat. ] I don't mean me.
[ daisy shrugs. she agrees and doesn't at the same time. ]
I mean, maybe. I'm sure on the people level, yeah. But I'm not really willing to put down flags for an org in the shadows.
[ she doesn't really want to fight rey of all people about this. she doesn't want to tell rey what to believe or what to do, and she hopes that the other girl feels the same. they can agree to disagree, she hopes. ]
You saw those UNA soldiers. They don't have a choice but to work in the shadows if they want to live.
[ It's an unfortunate thing. She's not necessarily digging her heels in or trying to start a fight -- just point it out. Rey has made her own life difficult by projecting her own Resistance onto Morningstar. They're not the same, necessarily, and she knows that, but ... it's important that she try. ]
[ She gives a little nod. It's the argument that she rolls over in her mind the most often. Their unwillingness to take the displaced as also being decent people hurts.
But not all of them were, after all.
Those thoughts start with the men who'd been jailed, and end on Ben Solo. It's uncomfortable to consider. What would Morningstar think if they knew what he'd done? ]
I know. [ She digs into her burrito, leaving it at that. There's really not more to say. Rey wants to believe in them. It's their best shot. Better to hope for that. ]
[ they eat in comfortable silence for a while, long enough for them both to finish off their meals. it says something about their friendship that daisy feels comfortable enough to avoid filling the silence with idle chatter.
eventually, though, she finds something she wants to talk about. ]
So what's the story with you and platonic dick pics, then.
[ Rey swallows the last bite of her burrito and spends a silent moment probing her tongue into the corners of her mouth to clean her teeth. She crumples the foil and takes Daisy's. It's a blunt question, one made more complicated by --
She remembers his hands on her. Rey gets up and hastens to the corner to throw the foil away. ]
There's no story.
[ She swallows thickly as she sits back down. Keeps her voice flat. Knowing Daisy won't be satisfied with that, she tries instead: ]
[ there's a beat in which daisy just stares the other girl down, as if daring her to continue. when rey doesn't, she takes advantage of the fact that she's currently pathetic-looking in a hospital bed and tries again. ]
I got that much already. If my random neighbor from grade school showed up here, I don't think he'd send me platonic nudes. [ at least, daisy hopes not ] You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm really not buying the whole 'stranger from my homeland' story.
[ probably because, as strange pointed out to her, it's pretty illogical to have two random people show up from the same universe. that's how he first guessed bobbi's ruse was just a cover. ]
[ Rey says this in a faintly disgruntled tone. She's been trying very hard not to think of them. There are more important things to focus on than Ben Solo's cock. ]
I had no part in that. I didn't ask for them. [ She leans hard on that defense, and not for the first time. ] And I never said he was a stranger.
My point is, he didn't send them to me because he wanted me to have them. He said you'd know if they were real.
[ which begs the question: how? ]
I just — look. If this guy is a serial killer or something, give me a heads up, please. [ she considers mentioning that she's had his skull between her legs, and then thinks better of it. it wasn't like that, and she kind of feels like rey will assume it was, for better or for worse. ] I'm supposed to meet up with him to work on some projects, and I don't really love the idea of getting brutally murdered immediately after narrowly escaping death.
[ Rey opens her mouth like she means to answer, but no words come out. Only a faint, croaking noise which further punctuates her speechlessness. The room feels too small, suddenly. The air too thin. Daisy says it like a joke, but it's not, is it? He's a killer. All he's done is double down, reaffirm that he is. And she'd let him put his hands all over her in spite of it.
So no. She can't give a heads up, and she can't articulate why she knew those pictures were him, and she can't ... make words because it's too complicated and she's not any good at any of this. All she can do is shake her head, not in response to Daisy's question, but as if in apology for her own inability to formulate a meaningful answer. ]
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instead, she appears shortly thereafter. rey does a good job of masking the way she walks gently to account for broken ribs, but you know. daisy's a spy, so i'm registering that it's happening. she makes her way into the medical area of the safehouse carrying a backpack.
she settles in — slow to sit, careful — beside daisy where she's recovering and from her backpack produces two foil-wrapped burritos. she hands one over. ]
The restaurants are all showing off this week. You're missing out.
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as rey hands over the burrito, daisy offers a weak, but grateful, smile. it's tighter than normal, not quite reaching her eyes, but there's sincerity still in it. she's just tired. ]
Thank you for this, [ in lieu of acknowledging how annoying it is to be stuck in here, unable to experience the outside world. quarantine and isolation have never been her favorite places to be. ] I was getting really sick of cardboard and flavorless jello.
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[ She offers it effortlessly, unwrapping her own burrito. She's just here to sit and eat like it's normal, or anywhere else. No weirdness around the medical part. It's almost strangely antisocial, the way she sets about eating hero wn food without greeting and without putting all her attention towards Daisy. ]
Until you're out of here. [ However many days that takes. Rey doesn't mind. ]
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[ just like daisy doesn't have to make her a mixtape, but will do it anyway. but she's going to rebuff the offer initially, because that's what she does. negotiating the offer of kindness makes her feel less like an imposition. ]
I don't know how long I'm going to be in here, anyway. At least a couple days. [ she stares into the foil wrapping, as if expecting something to come crawling out. she's relieved to find it's a perfectly boring tortilla wrap. apparently chipotle has continued into the future. with a mouth half-full of food, she adds: ] I haven't actually read the charts yet.
[ she doesn't really want to know how close she came to dying. ]
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She fights to keep a level tone as she notes, ] You can though, right?
[ Read still? No neurological damage. Nothing serious. She's trying to make it sound like she's asking after the weather. ]
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Oh, read? Yeah, I'm not, like, a vegetable or anything.
[ physical injuries, yes. mental trauma or brain damage? not so much. she knows strange would have been far more demanding with his medical care if it was something to that extent.
this burrito's really good, though. she's going to take another bite, and remind herself to thank rey again for bringing it. ]
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Good. That's good.
[ And what ultimately matters, in her opinion. Whatever else is in the chart is secondary. ]
Do you have something to keep you occupied? A game or a book or something?
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[ she doesn't want to worry rey with how bad she aches or how much being in the hospital sucks. she doesn't want to think about it, either. sleeping all day and hoping people will think about her and come see her is a pretty low feeling, but she's too prideful to ask for people to come either. ]
How are you doing? [ don't think she didn't notice the careful walk and talk. ]
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[ Said around a mouthful of meat. ]
Back at work.
[ Shouldn't be, but is. Bills wait for no woman. ]
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Don't overdo it. [ but she does care. she doesn't want rey to hurt herself ] These beds suck, you don't want to be stuck in them.
[ look, dry humor. ]
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They'll probably stop when they find out I'm getting delivery.
[ and, in all fairness, daisy can afford to have food brought to her. some of the refugees here are newer arrivals, and they don't have the cashflow yet. she'll likely stop accepting handouts sooner rather than later. ]
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[ because now, she's curious. ]
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Morningstar. They're good people, you know.
[ That's up for debate, apparently, but Rey insists upon it. ]
They never had to do any of this for us.
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I mean, maybe. I'm sure on the people level, yeah. But I'm not really willing to put down flags for an org in the shadows.
[ she doesn't really want to fight rey of all people about this. she doesn't want to tell rey what to believe or what to do, and she hopes that the other girl feels the same. they can agree to disagree, she hopes. ]
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[ It's an unfortunate thing. She's not necessarily digging her heels in or trying to start a fight -- just point it out. Rey has made her own life difficult by projecting her own Resistance onto Morningstar. They're not the same, necessarily, and she knows that, but ... it's important that she try. ]
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[ obviously. hello, hospital. ]
It's hard for me to really trust a group that very obviously doesn't trust us as far as they can throw us. [ is she bitter? a little. ]
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But not all of them were, after all.
Those thoughts start with the men who'd been jailed, and end on Ben Solo. It's uncomfortable to consider. What would Morningstar think if they knew what he'd done? ]
I know. [ She digs into her burrito, leaving it at that. There's really not more to say. Rey wants to believe in them. It's their best shot. Better to hope for that. ]
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eventually, though, she finds something she wants to talk about. ]
So what's the story with you and platonic dick pics, then.
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She remembers his hands on her. Rey gets up and hastens to the corner to throw the foil away. ]
There's no story.
[ She swallows thickly as she sits back down. Keeps her voice flat. Knowing Daisy won't be satisfied with that, she tries instead: ]
We come from the same world.
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[ there's a beat in which daisy just stares the other girl down, as if daring her to continue. when rey doesn't, she takes advantage of the fact that she's currently pathetic-looking in a hospital bed and tries again. ]
I got that much already. If my random neighbor from grade school showed up here, I don't think he'd send me platonic nudes. [ at least, daisy hopes not ] You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I'm really not buying the whole 'stranger from my homeland' story.
[ probably because, as strange pointed out to her, it's pretty illogical to have two random people show up from the same universe. that's how he first guessed bobbi's ruse was just a cover. ]
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[ Rey says this in a faintly disgruntled tone. She's been trying very hard not to think of them. There are more important things to focus on than Ben Solo's cock. ]
I had no part in that. I didn't ask for them. [ She leans hard on that defense, and not for the first time. ] And I never said he was a stranger.
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[ which begs the question: how? ]
I just — look. If this guy is a serial killer or something, give me a heads up, please. [ she considers mentioning that she's had his skull between her legs, and then thinks better of it. it wasn't like that, and she kind of feels like rey will assume it was, for better or for worse. ] I'm supposed to meet up with him to work on some projects, and I don't really love the idea of getting brutally murdered immediately after narrowly escaping death.
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So no. She can't give a heads up, and she can't articulate why she knew those pictures were him, and she can't ... make words because it's too complicated and she's not any good at any of this. All she can do is shake her head, not in response to Daisy's question, but as if in apology for her own inability to formulate a meaningful answer. ]
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