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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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He sinks a little in his chair. He wants to say there's got to be a way to fix it. He wants to say that there has to be something here to combat whatever situation she was in. Some way, some way.

But what was it he told Rey? He won't make a promise he can't keep.

"Oh."

"Oh," she echoes. It's clearly not meant as mockery. It's just a sort of acknowledgement of the whole sad, absurd situation, a kind of fatalistic sigh.

"Don't feel sorry for me, please. I don't regret a thing."

Well, almost. She wishes she could have left with Leia, in the transports with the rest. She wishes she could have stopped Dameron earlier, before he jeopardized the entire escape plan with his bravado. But for everything she did after the moment of her last goodbye to Leia? Not a regret in the galaxy.

(Unless they didn't make it to Crait, despite that. But she won't allow herself that possibility.)

"I don't." He wants to make that clear, at least. When he looks up at her again, there's a steadiness in his eyes in spite of of the shock. It's the expression of someone who knows what death looks like, has seen it--maybe not as much as she has, but the losses are still there. Someone who knows death, for them, is never going to be far away.

"I'm glad you've got that, at least."

Dying without regrets--that's a gift not everyone gets.

"Thank you." What else is there to say?

He's a real troublemaker. I like him. The look in his eyes only confirms that her liking of him is not misplaced, for all his insubordination. The hothead is not incapable of wisdom, after all.

"What else can I tell you? Within the limits I've set for myself, that is?"

"What've they got you set up doing, here?"

He's curious. Someone with her credentials, someone with her poise--it's got to be government.

"Community ambassador. I'm looking forward to it, I have to admit. To be honest, I'm most glad to have something to do." A tilt of the head. "And yourself?"

"Perimeter Guard. Aerial Exploration unit. We've only got one shuttle, and it's not the fastest bird in the nest, but it gets the job done."

The corner of his lip tugs sideways into a brief frown. He misses his X-wing. He misses the sky. It's like he told Karen--flying pre-planned routes and routine surveys is not his idea of a good time.

"Walking a security beat?" She can tell how much that must be chafing him. "I suppose it's a living. Perhaps something more interesting will come along eventually."

"Flying one, but. Yes."

He doesn't like making a living. He doesn't like paying bills. He doesn't like any of the mundane daily life activities he's been steeped in for the past two months, and the simple domesticity of it might eventually drive him insane.

But. Y'know. He's fine for now.

"I'm hoping to start doing longer flights if we can improve the shuttle's weapons systems."

"You know—" A pause as Amilyn takes a sip of her now-almost-cold tea. "I'd be happy to take a look at the shuttle, make some recommendations. I'm not a mechanic, but I do know a little bit about those machines. And if I can get more information about it, I can see about allocating more resources for it."

"Yeah?"

He brightens, the same way he did when she said the future was something to be talked about later, after their mission outside the wall. He's goal-oriented, always has been. To have something useful to focus on here, to have someone willing to help, someone with influence--it's a boon, for many reasons.

"The system's pretty different than what we've got at home, but I can walk you through the schematics--BB-8 did complete scans of it while I was familiarizing myself."

She's relieved, at least, to have moved on to happier matters. "That would be very helpful. Tell me where and when to meet you to go over this, and I'll be there."

"It's pretty cool, actually," Poe admits. He'd still take an X-wing any day, but the shuttle isn't terrible. "What's your network ID? I'll let Jim know--he's the one in charge of the aerial unit. We all get to fly her, but she's his baby."

It's 'a.holdo'. Very straightforward," she says with a smile. "I'll be happy to do what I can."

to your stations, and may the Force be with us

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