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[bythehand]

who: finn and OPEN
what: tdm prompts (dreamshare, big robits)! canon updates! and a general february catchall.
when: backdated late january through all of february. various.
where: idk, dreams. big robits. generally around.
warnings: violence towards Big Beetles, nightmare content (which includes death, more violence, and maybe vague body horror idk). spoilers for the last jedi. will add as things crop up.

[ splitting starters off into the comments below to save on wall-of-text properties! can be reached by PM or at comatoseroses for plotting! ]

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my dance card has no lateness

[bythehand]

[ Kylo Ren does his best trying to look menacing while shopping for sweaters, and therefore no one can criticize him. And hurling the mannequin, while unexpected, alarming, and unnecessary, is kind of relatable as a move.

Being the nearest homing beacon of seething distaste is... less unexpected.

Better a mannequin than him, better him than some bystander who doesn't know what they're in a room with. ]

Yeah. Very.

[ The moon's one big fancy prison of its own, in a lot of ways. But at least it's normally got enough pacing room to avoid crossing paths with whatever bits of the First Order get spat out onto it. Keep your head down, move forward, keep an eye out. ]

Nicer than my last cage. Any nicer than yours?

[killthepast]

[ After the Force-assisted mannequin throwing, it seems the few other customers know to give him a wide berth. Good. This means he can keep his attention fixed on the traitor, rather than divided amongst would-be heroes. ]

This is my first. [ Unless one counts the moon, which Ren does, to a degree. But he'd rather sneer in the face of the defected Stormtrooper, as if the relative freedom he's known (farcical as it was when Snoke was alive) makes him superior to the other man.

As if it doesn't make him all the more monstrous, to have had more choices in his life. ]

But tell me about your last cage. What was it? The beaten-up junker that holds what remains of the Resistance?

[bythehand]

[ One thing everyone in this room can agree on is that Snoke will be missed like a hole in the head. Yes even those poor other customers who have no idea who he is or that he existed.

Finn pushes off continuing to question his luck for later. If there is a later. He pushes thinking about that off for later, too. ]

The big cave with the blast door before that, actually.

[ The Falcon is a lot of things. A little junky. Overcrowded, now. Infested with Porgs for reasons Finn never had time to ask about. But it associates so hand in hand with freedom, with escape, that it's hard to call even the most crowded tin can a cage. ]

You might remember it. You were the ones who cracked it open.

[killthepast]

[ He's not sure what he feels, when Finn brings up the cave. A surge of anger, or regret, or perhaps a cocktail of both. Crait had been a fiasco, in so many ways, and by the time they'd gotten into the base and found it abandoned...

He'd rather not think about his feelings in that moment. It was the last memory the canister returned to him, and it's been hanging over him ever since. ]

I remember. You scattered like muckrats. How long will that work out for you? Running, hiding, instead of fighting?

[bythehand]

[ You know what, that's fair. Feelings are dumb. Case in point: Finn has dumb feelings all the time. Whatever the emotional equivalent of bristling is, he's doing it nigh instantaneously. ]

If we're scattered, we're scattered. If we have to rebuild, we'll rebuild. From the bottom up. Because we left that planet alive, and that means it's not over. Not by a long shot.