[ daisy does not eat salad. not because jyn wouldn't offer — they are sisters in all but blood by now, jyn would do a lot more than just offer up some plants — but because daisy simply doesn't ask.
so, instead, she meets her at the pulsar lunchroom with a metal tin filled with her usual, the lettuce wraps from the vendor in a small alleypark down the road. by now, in gratitude for her repeat (repeat) business, the vendor's willing to have them delivered, and so daisy had picked up her tin off the front desk of vyonation's glass dome before heading over.
by now, too, security even doesn't bother to call jyn. daisy and pearl are friendly, anyway, so pearl just waves her through the main gate, and from there daisy manages just fine. which works well for her, because then she can do things like sneak up behind her friend, dropping into the chair next to her with a perky: ] Plants again?
[ she's so kind. ]
Who's your friend? You're not stepping out on Cassian, are you?
[ okay, strange man whose name she doesn't know, you do look kind of familiar now. to her credit, daisy's sort of been working a lot. if people come and go without her getting their name and blood type, that's not her fault. sometimes a girl just has a one track mind and needs to be put to bed.
but he does get a high five over the table for riling jyn up, because obviously. ]
I hate you both, [ jyn mutters as she makes a face at them. why are her friends the worst??? she needs to trade them in. she stabs her tomato hard enough that peter b. parker is probably having trauma flashback across the courtyard. ]
Marcos is not my type.
[ marcos is exactly her type and she is self-aware enough to know this, full stop. ]
Oh. [ as if that's not the first time she's heard of people sleeping in that closet... because it's not. granted, the first time she heard of it, it was jyn sleeping in there. but, even still! ] Is it comfortable?
[ it's probably not as comfortable as a bed, but it's also probably better than the safehouse. which... speaking of? ]
Jyn, does he glow too? Or did you pick up another urchin at work?
[ she's talking out of her ass and not answering daisy's very straightforward question. which, really, daisy kind of deserves. she does it to everyone else. but she wants to know! ]
[ and then, smiling entirely too wide for someone who's truly intimidated, daisy reaches over to pull a grape tomato out of jyn's salad, popping it in her mouth with a satisfied hm. ]
No! Because it is pointless to terraform a gas giant when you could build a city above it anchored to the gravitation at its core, and then mine gasses from the planet itself if you want to take advantage of natural resources.
[ jyn's voice pitches up a little but she complains about this in the lab itself so. everyone already knows how stupid she thinks the idea is. luckily, she thinks they are leaning more toward terraforming jupiter's many, many moons. ]
[ he was a keep your feet on the ground type of guy. obviously, it was something jyn was very passionate about though. maybe he'd do some reading tonight so he could better understand what the hell she was talking about. ]
I fixed a broken piece of equipment today so obviously the big ideas are with you.
[ this is what happens when you put a girl born in space on a stupid dirt planet. ]
They're not really big ideas. [ they're sensible ideas.
her moment of fervor cools thinking about her trees. it's still baffling to her that jovavich followed through. she is used to politicians that talk about fighting for peace but clam up when it came time to actually stand up and do something about it.
politicians don't actually listen. cassian was right to frame it as a political move for leverage. ]
[ jyn would acknowledge daisy's compliment but she has the emotional maturity of an eggplant. as it is, she just shoves more salad in her face and lets marcos field the question about his own job.
[ jyn thinks about stabbing marcos with the fork but she doesn't want to, you know, further traumatize her friend. these two people are her first friends in this place. that's a funny thought that makes her stomach twist uncomfortably.
she pushes it away. ]
I used to cheat at Sabacc but no one could prove it.
[ she also used to just outright steal things. yolo: the jyn erso story ]
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so, instead, she meets her at the pulsar lunchroom with a metal tin filled with her usual, the lettuce wraps from the vendor in a small alleypark down the road. by now, in gratitude for her repeat (repeat) business, the vendor's willing to have them delivered, and so daisy had picked up her tin off the front desk of vyonation's glass dome before heading over.
by now, too, security even doesn't bother to call jyn. daisy and pearl are friendly, anyway, so pearl just waves her through the main gate, and from there daisy manages just fine. which works well for her, because then she can do things like sneak up behind her friend, dropping into the chair next to her with a perky: ] Plants again?
[ she's so kind. ]
Who's your friend? You're not stepping out on Cassian, are you?
[ ha. ]
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[ never ever gonna let that one go. ]
Miss Erso gives me a lunch break sometimes even if I'm not a great employee.
[ slept in a closet, had panic attacks, didn't have a cool middle name. so many strikes against him. ]
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[ okay, strange man whose name she doesn't know, you do look kind of familiar now. to her credit, daisy's sort of been working a lot. if people come and go without her getting their name and blood type, that's not her fault. sometimes a girl just has a one track mind and needs to be put to bed.
but he does get a high five over the table for riling jyn up, because obviously. ]
What's your shtick? Are you our new laundry guy?
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Marcos is not my type.
[ marcos is exactly her type and she is self-aware enough to know this, full stop. ]
This is Daisy, my sister.
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Marcos. I've been sleeping in Jyn's closet off and on.
[ still a very strange sentence to say and mean. ]
I do my own laundry.
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[ it's probably not as comfortable as a bed, but it's also probably better than the safehouse. which... speaking of? ]
Jyn, does he glow too? Or did you pick up another urchin at work?
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He's glowing right now. Look at him. Practically dewy.
[ her dry delivery really sells marcos' dewiness. ]
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[ you're making him sound like a sweaty neckbeard, jyn. ]
Jyn helped me get this job. I recently lost my other one.
[ no call no for torture and all. ]
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[ she's talking out of her ass and not answering daisy's very straightforward question. which, really, daisy kind of deserves. she does it to everyone else. but she wants to know! ]
Are you from the safehouse?
[ there. that's the question. ]
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[ she said he was glowing! that was meant to be an affirmative. ]
He is.
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[ sometimes it seemed like it hadn't been that long and sometimes it felt like he'd been here for years. ]
Jyn's been letting me couch surf every once in awhile in exchange for trying on jackets to make sure they'll fit her friend.
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[ and jyn. he really likes jyn. he wants to put his mouth on jyn's mouth too. ]
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You can both fuck off.
[ real intimidating, with the humor escaping the purse of her lips. ]
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[ and then, smiling entirely too wide for someone who's truly intimidated, daisy reaches over to pull a grape tomato out of jyn's salad, popping it in her mouth with a satisfied hm. ]
How was work? Still trying to terraform gas?
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[ was that even possible? ]
And here I am just carrying boxes around all day.
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[ jyn's voice pitches up a little but she complains about this in the lab itself so. everyone already knows how stupid she thinks the idea is. luckily, she thinks they are leaning more toward terraforming jupiter's many, many moons. ]
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Yeah, but you did get a bunch of trees planted, so. There's that.
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[ he was a keep your feet on the ground type of guy. obviously, it was something jyn was very passionate about though. maybe he'd do some reading tonight so he could better understand what the hell she was talking about. ]
I fixed a broken piece of equipment today so obviously the big ideas are with you.
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They're not really big ideas. [ they're sensible ideas.
her moment of fervor cools thinking about her trees. it's still baffling to her that jovavich followed through. she is used to politicians that talk about fighting for peace but clam up when it came time to actually stand up and do something about it.
politicians don't actually listen. cassian was right to frame it as a political move for leverage. ]
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[ and since daisy doesn't compliment people just to hear the sound of her own voice, it's something sincerely meant, even if it's flippant. ]
Did you get Marcos your old grunt job?
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[ and he's thankful for that. ]
Saved me from being a vagrant and turning to busking for money.
[ not that he had any musical talent. or a musical instrument. or any desire to do that at all. ]
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buncha people died, there was an opening.
(plus she has to google busking.) ]
People get credits for that?
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[ but even the worst people would get pity money thrown at them. ]
Why, that something you wanna do, Miss Erso?
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[ she was an orphan and a homeless kid! give her a break! ]
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she pushes it away. ]
I used to cheat at Sabacc but no one could prove it.
[ she also used to just outright steal things. yolo: the jyn erso story ]
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