to your stations, and may the Force be with us

[protectingthelight]

Who: Amilyn Holdo and YOU.
What: Holdo settles in at Riverview, has some awkward conversations, and generally has to deal with being here after mumble mumble spoiler mumble. Feel free to tag in off a prompt, or roll your own. Also, there will be comments for threads with specific people.
Where: Various locations including but not limited to: housing, government buildings, around town.
When: Over the first week or so that she's here.
Warnings: 'ware spoilers. I won't include any here, but threads will no doubt include them of necessity.

1. Community housing
If you live on the eighth floor, you will probably see Amilyn fairly regularly. She cuts a pretty unmistakable figure, being nearly six feet tall and with that purple hair and all. She's hung up her Republic-style gown for the time being (saving it, maybe, for some suitable occasion), but even with her civilian clothes she still wears her bracelets and rings.

2. Government offices
Amilyn shows up for work pretty much the day after she gets her assignment. So if you work as a community ambassador—congratulations, you have a new coworker. She's diligently setting up her workspace and getting caught up on all the latest news.

3. Entertainment and shopping district
All work and no play and all that stuff. Amilyn goes for walks, taking in the new sights and sounds, maybe stopping for a bite to eat somewhere interesting.

4. Wildcard
Feel free to suggest anything!

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closed thread - Poe Dameron

[protectingthelight]

[Continued from here]

Briefly she closes her eyes and exhales softly. Give me strength. The man is inadvertently proving her point.

"What guarantee do you have that you would even be able to take that knowledge back with you? And anyway, whether you could or not—until you returned, how could you not obsess over that knowledge, let it consume every waking moment?" Torture you, she almost says, but realizes that would be unfair, and probably would do exactly what she's describing, if he's smart enough—and he probably is—to read between the lines. "And if you returned and forgot it all, anything I said would be for nothing."

[volitaunt]

Force, she reminds him of Leia.

And she has a point.

She has several points.

Surprise! Poe hates it. He hates being helpless. He hates not doing anything. He hates that he's been here and things have somehow moved forward anyway, that he can't know. He wants to say he's already torturing himself, but he's not comfortable enough with her to admit that. Doesn't mean it's not written all over his face.

He looks away, hissing under his breath, "Damn it."

Slowly, finally, he looks back at her and just... nods, once. It's as close as he can get to admitting that she's right and he'll abide by it. Still--there's one more question. There's one more thing he's got to take the chance at finding out.

"Why'd you call me Captain?" He doesn't have a lot of hope that she'll answer. (But, but, but.) He can't not try.

[protectingthelight]

It's all she can do to not just ... put her elbows on the table and bury her face in her hands. For pity's sake, Dameron.

Because you got demoted for defying a direct order to retreat that cost us the better part of our aerial attack forces—that doesn't really seem like a good answer.

"You really want to know." It's a statement, not a question. And yes, it's stalling too.

[volitaunt]

Before the park, before Kylo Ren, Poe wouldn't have hesitated to say yes.

He does now.

Does he really want to know? Does he want to know why she cried, does he want to know why she called him Captain, does he want to know why she's so unwilling to tell him about what happened? Yes. No.

How much knowing is too much, when you can't do anything to change it?

"I don't know," he says, each word like pulling teeth. It's a concession to the part of himself that suddenly wants to run far and fast from Amilyn Holdo, the only concession to that instinct he'll make. He grits his teeth hard enough to feel a jaw muscle twitch, feeling the impact of his back against the tree, and he does something he feels like he's going to regret just as much as he won't. "No."

closed thread - Leia Organa

[protectingthelight]

[Continued from here]

It's a little while before Amilyn can pull herself together. She sniffles, wipes her face, then puts her hands on Leia's shoulders and takes a small step back. "Let me look at you. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. I was so worried."

She was so overcome, in fact, that she had forgotten that whole thing about how people from the same world might not have come from the same point in time.

[oldladyleia]

It hasn't yet crossed Leia's mind that they might be from different time periods either. Or of course that her friend might now know certain secrets here that Leia wished that she wouldn't. But she knows how her friend can be and she just smiles up at her while spreading her fingers. It's very much a 'yes, I'm me and I'm here' sort of gesture, because the last Leia knew, she had sent out a message that they were fine after the destruction of Starkiller base.

But she also knew that this was obsessive even for Amilyn, and the smile shifted into a frown before she just asked softly: "What is it?"

[protectingthelight]

A sliver of doubt creeps into Amilyn's mind at that response, but not enough to stop her from saying, "Please—tell me you made it safely to Crait, at least. That you're not here because you're...like me."

Dead. Or about to be dead.

[oldladyleia]

"Crait?" The name rang a bell of course, but she hadn't even thought about it in years not since they were on the run from the Empire. For a second she just frowned, and her hand reached out and touched Amilyn's face. The other woman seemed older than she'd seen her last, and there had never really been this look in her eyes, not even when they were kids and Leia had dragged her accidentally into the Rebellion.

"What's happened, Amilyn?"

closed thread - Kyle Ron

[protectingthelight]

[Continued from here]

She's so ... confused. Was Leia mistaken? Amilyn doesn't want to believe that she was lied to; it would be more comforting to imagine that her friend had simply gotten incorrect intel. A misidentified body. Something.

"What happened to you?" she asks. It's just above a whisper. She feels a chill and isn't sure why.

[killthepast]

"What my mother always feared would happen." Another vague answer, deliberate in the information he's withholding. Now, at least, Ren moves closer to Amilyn, voice still soft, despite the... touchy subject. "Did she ever tell you why she sent me away?" He wonders what, as his mother's closest confidante, Amilyn knew. Not that he's the one who destroyed his uncle's temple; that much was obviously kept amongst the family as their dirty secret.

But did she ever tell her friend how she feared the darkness in him? Feared him so much she gave up on him and shipped him away. For his own good, of course.

[protectingthelight]

"She sent you to train with your uncle..." Amilyn says, trying now to remember those conversations from years ago. "She—she told me that she wanted you to have his guidance, that it would be good for you..."

She trails off. Leia. By the Force, what did you not tell me?

[killthepast]

He studies Amilyn's face. Her confusion, so sincere, says as much as her words. So he really was such a shame to his mother that she had to weave lies about what happened, even back when she sent him away. Ben Solo, always the afterthought.

"Ah... So that's all there is to it." With bite in his voice, he adds, "You should ask her for the whole story, the next time you see her."

closed thread - Jyn Erso

[protectingthelight]

[Continued from here. Also LOL, I should have looked up Lah'mu before replying. But maybe Amilyn just ... misremembered.]

[ She has to laugh. ]

Tea, yes. Also poetry, meditation, and daily salutations to the suns. [ She smiles, though it's a little quivery as she realizes she'll never see her home planet again. ] Very sedate, if you like sedate.

[ It's clear from her tone that she doesn't. ]

[realists]

[ it's clear from jyn's expression that sedate seems super boring and gross and no thank you very much. ]

I thought you lot only wore red.

[ she gestures up, indicating the purple hair. look, jyn's mom followed the jedi, jyn has heard stories. ]

[protectingthelight]

Most Gatalentans do. I'm ... not most Gatalentans.

[ A wry smile. ]

When I was a girl, I thought it was all terribly boring. Coloring my hair and wearing whatever colors I liked was a way of being more interesting. Or so I thought. Nowadays, I just do it because it pleases me.

[realists]

[ this would be the prime time for jyn to be a person and say something nice, like comment on how the lavender does suit this tall, willowy woman. she does not, because she is jyn. ]

Doesn't it take forever?

[ she could be eating. or napping. or eating. mostly eating. ]

closed thread - Finn

[protectingthelight]

[Continued from here]

"Best not," Amilyn agrees. "Thank you for your help, anyway. I'm Amilyn Holdo, by the way."

Generally speaking, she's dropped the rank and title. What's the point here, anyway?

[bythehand]

"It's no problem. I was happy to help."

The more revenge against these drones, clearly, the better. He offers her scarf back to her.

"Good to meet you, Amilyn. I'm Finn."

[protectingthelight]

There's a blink and a double-take as she takes the scarf. She's never met the rogue Stormtrooper, but of course she's heard of him—who in the Resistance hasn't?

"Finn. Where are you from?"

She has a feeling she knows the answer already.

community housing.

[hylights]

As someone new to Riverview as well, Zelda wants to take her time getting to know the place. This meant that so far she had been leaving the housing at dawn, and coming back rather late at night. It's only belatedly that she thinks she ought to get to know her housemates as well. There's such a wealth of things to consider that she's a little chagrined to realise this fact slipped her mind.

Zelda makes an effort then to stay around the eighth floor for a day. When she sees Amilyn enter the kitchen, she offers the older woman a smile.

"Hello. I don't believe we've met yet."

[protectingthelight]

Amilyn returns that smile, all genuine pleasantness. "We haven't. Amilyn Holdo." She offers her hand.

[hylights]

Zelda shakes the offered hand, glad to be meeting someone on her floor.

"My name is Zelda; it's a pleasure to meet you." She glances around the kitchen for a moment, before admitting: "I've only been here for a few days, but I've not gotten around to meeting people as I should."

three.

[evasives]

All work and no play is a very familiar tune for Cassian, one he is slowly unlearning here. Even now, despite being in a busier area, he is on a mission. The mission might be food related, but it's still a task! A task involving he and Jyn's favorite little cafe for soup.

It's a soup for lunch day. He reaches for the door handle at the same time as the woman about the same height as him, and he pauses to let her go through first. "After you."

Easier to be polite about it, honestly.

[protectingthelight]

She takes one of those dance steps, the kind people do when they're trying to out-polite one another.

"Not at all; you were here first."

[evasives]

They could keep going back and forth about this, but that would bring too much pointless attention to it all. He nods and slips inside first, but he does hold the door open for her to take anyway.

"It is not worth the argument." He says it very lightly, but it's well meaning. One of the workers behind the counter gives him a wave; he's clearly been here before.