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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.

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[ Ah, yes. Giant beetles and giant robots built to fight them. At this point in his life, really, all Finn can think is something along the lines of "this might as well be happening right now". There's not really... there's not really much else he can think.

The hunt to fill any parts of his days not already regimented out to Perimeter Guard duties and 'general basic necessities' has been an ongoing struggle. If it weren't crazy and really dangerous for a lot of innocent civilians and maybe within the top five most ridiculous things he's ever been in a position to have to deal with... Finn would be kind of grateful for the extra something to focus on.

Well. Part of him is kind of grateful regardless. Not enough to overpower the very basic reality of how ridiculous and/or dangerous it is, but enough of him.

Finn does his share of rounds on the inside of a big beetle-fighting robot, signed in solely for weapons duty. He's not exactly much of a pilot. Weapons systems he can pick up fast. He doesn't think he wants to try his luck on how fast and how well he can pick up driving the big mech thing.

PRETTY MUCH ALL FELLOW OPERATORS WELCOME?

Finn's pretty big on being a team player. He'll offer a greeting to whoever his current teammate is right out of the gate. Presumably something cool like "hey" or "glad you could make it." And, if he hasn't met them already, he'll be sure to introduce himself too.

Wow he hopes this doesn't go too pear-shaped. Time to start feeling out this setup.

If he's not in the giant robot preparing to shoot things as needed, Finn can also be found doing his requisite duty as part of the ground forces! Which, realistically, is a lot more like what he was trained for than mech operating.

The bugs are a surprise. The method of trying to steer them away is less so. ]

i.

[ Welcome to the warm, admittedly simply furnished interior of... what might be a cabin or a cottage or just a very very small house, kind of. It's a dream, man. Everything's on the breeze.

Maybe it sounds like it's raining outside. Maybe you pass the window or an open door and catch sight of an empty beach. Or a bright blue sky and green hills, or a strange reflective night that by all rights it probably wouldn't be practical to build a house at the center of.

The scenery changes like that, sometimes, if someone's bothering to look. The house doesn't. It's almost like it's trying places on.

What a character will definitely see is Finn. He's hard to miss. He's the one sitting on the floor, back against the sofa, surrounded by the scattered pieces of what seems to be a set of stools. Like, he's just here, squinting down at printed instructions and trying to build some ikea furniture basically?

He's about as relaxed as he ever can be, which doesn't always say much, but there's a greater sense of-- being at ease. Comfortable in his surroundings. He feels it. It sort of feels like home. He speaks without looking up. ]

Didn't hear you get in.

[ tbh we can play around with this however anyone wants. just chilling and talking about stuff? visiting in a weird dream au life? going out for an Adventure Hike? it's all good we can make things happen. ]

ii.

[ Picture a good ship. The kind made for water, not for the stars. Nothing too big, nothing too ornate and fancy-- just smooth, clean lines and smooth, clean sails, and the vast expanse of the ocean surrounding it on all sides. A really good ship.

The water is a little on the choppy side, and the waves are pretty sizable, but it seems to have just passed through a rough patch decently enough, no damage done, crests on a swell of water that looks more than a bit intimidating.

Guess which asshole is the one halfway up the mast, whooping really really loudly? It's Finn. Sorry, he doesn't make the rules, that was great? He loved that. Sign him up for this shit in full. Quickly following his wordless shout of exhilaration is an equally exhilarated shout, while he considers climbing back down: ]

I have no idea how the hell this thing is still floating!

[ HELL YEAH?????? he has no idea how to sail at all. ]

[ The small conference room smells like blaster discharge and singed fabric. It smells like death, packed up to the edges. It isn't hard to source out why, for someone standing in it.

All four negotiators are lying where they fell past the long table, faces frozen in fear. The walls are plain and smooth and dark. There is no other furniture. There's a door on the wall opposite the table, but the mechanism to open it from inside seems to be missing.

Finn is kneeling by the Abednedo's body towards the back, trying to wipe sand off of its face. The sand doesn't go away, as surely as it shouldn't logically be there in the first place. It trickles from the Abednedo's mouth, from its eyes, pools and piles on the floor on either side. He can feel the grit of it beneath his knees, lacking his armor and sporting only his plain black underclothes as a barrier.

Sometimes his fingers fumble over the features, sometimes he looks down and he thinks he sees Slip half-buried instead. He's always wrong.

No matter how hard he tries, it doesn't stop trickling back. He wonders if there's something wrong with him.

He can't make himself stop trying. ]

The door's gonna open, [ Finn says, to himself or to the body or to anything that might listen. The reassurance of knowing, with all the surety a dream can provide, that it will.

He's not sure what happens when it does.

(I'm just going to use this as a nightmare home base of sorts. What it branches out to will depend on plotting or rng or whatever, it's all chill.) ]

[Taako doesn't think I don't this place or I don't know these corpses because it's a dream and that's just how they work sometimes. His thoughts are focused on Finn (who he definitely knows) and the door, the latter as a source of concern.]

We gotta go, my dude. Let's get outta here.

[He's worried enough about whatever's on the other side of the door that he's reaching down for Finn's arm, planning to haul him up and away from the corpse.]

[ When he and Poe signed for their canisters, Finn had made sure to fire a message off to Rey about it, just for the sake of keeping things above-board, more or less. That it was something important, that it was supposed to mean new memories of things from home. That they were going to open them soon.

He'd learned that Rey got one, too.

It takes a ways into the day he opens his for him to feel like he's mostly caught up with himself. Things to do and people to talk to, issues to talk about, suddenly seemed to pile up once he and Poe bit the bullet. It's been sort of-- disorienting. Even though really not too much time got covered by what was in the canister. A day, maybe two?

So much happened.

Coming back to himself and remembering everything that's been happening here, too, that made for a lot of suddenly difficult to parse feelings and impulses. He takes some of the time that doesn't sort of fill itself out by rote trying to get himself sorted. Figure out what to process, what to put off processing. There's more to put off processing than he thought.

He realizes he never even got the chance to talk to Rey after everything. After she brought the Falcon back at exactly the right time, after running to her on Crait and the bustle of getting everyone out to safety, and making sure Rose was being looked out for (without Rose, he thinks, he wouldn't have seen Rey again at all).

There are so many things he didn't get a chance to tell her. Finn sends Rey another message when he's finally settled as best he can, simple: ]

Did you open yours?

[ The triumph of remembering getting her back got tempered fast when it ran up against recent events in the Quarantine.

Things being complicated haven't meant that he hasn't missed her. That he doesn't still miss her. It almost feels all the sharper, now. ]

[Rey stares at the message over and over again. She received a message from Finn that he received a canister--that he and Poe received canisters, the same type as hers. They would learn things about their home world. Be one step closer to going back to their world. It felt so strange, as though she had been living two lives, trying to reconcile what she experienced in Quarantine and what happened when they were all together...

The First Order. Snoke, now dead, but chances were he didn't know that. But what she remembered was the look on Finn's face as he placed a blanket over a young woman. Someone important, someone he cared for a lot. It was the same look Rey had on her face when she left Finn on D'Qar. Feelings of closeness...feelings that could be taken as more than friendship. If Finn wanted to be with her, that was fine..but in a way, it felt like he moved on and she had been left behind.

No...no, she had made several choices that strained several friendships, broke her heart, and fooled herself into thinking Ben could come back into the Light.

She's had days to think over the events. Days to figure out how she wanted to reach out to Poe and Finn...and Leia too. She wasn't sure what to say aside from apologizing. But Finn...he was the first to reach out. Finally after an hour, she replies to his message.]

I did. Did you?

And I should have sent this earlier, but I didn't know how to say it.

I'm sorry, Finn.

[ He feels like Taako shouldn't be here, probably. It's almost like having vertigo when Finn turns his head to look at him-- like he's been here a hundred times and this is the first time something's changed about it.

But none of them should be here. Like, logically. These people shouldn't be dead and Finn shouldn't be here. This is just how it is. Maybe Taako is part of how things are, now.

Finn tries to pull in a decidedly not-away direction, stuck between scared and irritated and not sure where he plans to land. ]

What- there's nowhere to go. We can't.

Uh, in case ya missed it, I'm a dope ass wizard.

[He's not deterred by Finn trying to pull the wrong way, though Taako does release him, but that's only so he can pull the hole thrower out of his pocket.

He aims it at the far wall, fires, and a 3 foot wide hole opens up.]

Let's go.

[ He's not sure what he was expecting to come out of being here. Out of Taako being here, specifically.

He knew the door would open. He knew the door was the only way out. He knew the only way out was to wait. He knows he wants to get out.

What do people say? Don't look a gift bantha in the horns? Finn doesn't know a ton about what people say.

He turns back to the body, wipes its face clear again, driven by a momentary irrational thought that it won't be able to breathe with its face covered. It won't be able to breathe either way. There's sand sticking to his palms that won't brush clear. He wants to say I'm sorry. He wants to kneel here until he sees what's coming for him.

He doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want Taako to go out there alone-- something has to be out there. Something would have had to open the door from the outside. Taako's still alive. He'd like to keep it that way. That's something he can do. ]

Alright. [ Finn swallows. Steels his expression, pushes onto his feet. ] Okay.

[ The corridors beyond the door are sleek and sanitary, if more low-lit and flickering than they usually would be. The space opens up, but the air stays stale and oppressive around them.

When they're both out, Finn reaches back for Taako's hand, unthinking, trying to orient himself. ]

[He's about two seconds away from just casting levitate on Finn and carrying him out of here like a stubborn balloon, but then they're finally moving and he can breathe out at least a little. Finn's tension is catching, even if Taako doesn't know why he should be scared, he is, and that fucking sucks.

At least he's alone.

So when Finn reaches for his hand, Taako meets the gesture half way. He's done this with Lup a thousand times, a little bit of comfort in a bad situation, it's not the end of the world to do it with someone else.]

You know which way cause I'm uh... cha boy's pretty lost?

[ It's good that she replied at all. Finn's pretty sure it is. He spends the hour trying not to overthink what it means-- Rey works, she trains, she has friends here. Nobody can be immediately onto their phone 24/7.

He reached out. She reaches back. ]

I did. Poe, too.

[ There's a pause between messages, here. He can't say he understands, because he still doesn't, entirely. He doesn't think he can say "it's okay." He's not sure if it really is. But he doesn't want her to think-- there could be a lot of things she thinks that he hopes she doesn't think.

Normally he's grateful to send a message through text because he can think through everything he wants to say before he sends it. God knows he's impulsive and the extra time sometimes helps him feel out his words better. Right now it feels like a huge drawback. ]

Can I see you? Please. I'm not mad.

[ Out of everything he was in and after that meeting, mad never quite managed to make the list somehow. ]

[ A beat. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I should. I think I know where we are. That room wasn't-- it shouldn't have been attached, I just.

[ He thinks. He knows. It was his job to know where he was going here. Had to try to find a mental map that ignores it, which he's not completely sure he has. They can't stay put now that they're out, though. ]

There are ships in the hangar. Never got trained to fly them. You a pilot?

[ I'm not even going to pretend he sounds genuinely hopeful. Even in his dreams, that feels like a hell of a long shot. ]

I mean, I know how to fly the Starblaster without crashing into anything, how hard can it be?

[Because a fantasy bullshit spaceship is going to be the same as a grungy sci-fi spaceship.]

[ If he weren't having a bad time right now, he might laugh at that. It's better than he expected, in any case.

Finn also can't judge the name Starblaster when he's been stationed on things like star destroyers and "Starkiller Base". It's weirdly very on brand for this corner of the galaxy. While he's in the market for it, he really, really hopes that that's a real ship Taako is talking about. ]

Honestly, I'll take a slim chance over none right now.

[ Finn picks a direction and starts walking, shoulders tight. It's too quiet in here. It's never this quiet here. ]

Story of my fucking life.

[There's always been a slim chance of just generally not fucking dying in most situations that Taako finds himself in, because that's just how it is on this bitch of an earth.

But at least there's no one here actively trying to kill them, although that doesn't seem right? This is a huge ship.]

Where is everyone?

[Rey stared at the message, unsure if there would be another one, or if she should reply back. Finn had a canister, and Poe did too. They opened it. They knew. Didn't mean they were okay. It didn't mean things were suddenly fixed between them. For a moment, she wondered if Finn was busy, or he wanted to leave things that short. Maybe he wanted to sort out the right words? She didn't know...

There was so much she needed to process. So many things that she wanted to say, but couldn't. Finn wouldn't take it the right way, and neither would Poe. Everything still felt so raw. But she had missed him, terribly so. She missed waking up to see either of them, or coming back to one of their faces and knowing they were together. Things wouldn't be the same with them...and even now, she was debating about sharing what happened with Ren...

Maybe she would deal with one thing at a time.

When her comm beeps again with another message, she's unsure of how to answer. It was a relief to know he wasn't mad at her, but was he...disappointed? Was he concerned? It was hard to read his emotions in such few words...talking, talking would be easier.]

Yes. We can meet somewhere, your choice.

[Let him choose the place to meet and she would come willingly, with her defenses lowered and ready to talk.]

[ Poe is the first one it occurs to. Finn's gotten to know Rose, oddly pretty well for spending all of a day(ish) with her, sure, but he's only properly met and talked to Paige once or twice, and families aren't necessarily his forte. His mind tries to juggle a good half-dozen things at once, all coming up in his thoughts to demand their own level of attention and priority. He would have remembered in time, but not as fast.

Poe is the first one it occurs to, and Finn catches on with enthusiasm to spare.

That Paige is here, and Rose is her sister, and she can hear that she's okay. That the Resistance isn't done for, maybe, if she wants to know that too.

They make sure she's around, send a quick message that probably says something like "news from home, can we talk," and show up at her door together-- after a little bit of scheduling around things they feel a very urgent need to attend to. They both want to be there. They might as well go ahead and make sure that they both are. At this point, it's hardly any trouble to approach something as a unit.

Finn reaches out and knocks. ]

[ Okay, good. Good, good, good. They're gonna meet. And they'll both be in one piece. And there won't be the urgent threat of imminent battle or just trying to get everyone settled in to keep them from doing it.

Finn sends along an address-- he realizes he's not sure if she's even in the housing building anymore, so he can't try to account for going halfway between where they're living, and just winds up picking a nice park. Parks are usually a safe bet. It's overcast, but there isn't any rain falling yet. They could move if they had to.

He'll be there when Rey approaches, sitting straight-backed on a bench, wearing the jacket she bought him during Hygge. He guesses he'll be doing that more often, since he lost his other one before Crait. Why not start now?

When he catches sight of her, he's quick to stand. ]

[ He shakes his head. ]

Don't know. This thing should be crawling with personnel. [ They're never empty. He's never seen one empty. ] If everyone's in the hangar waiting for us, would you rather die first or second? Because I'm pretty sure that's the only way that ends.

[ If you're salty in your dreams, you're salty for real.

Somewhere behind them, not directly but near enough to be clear, a series of painstakingly deliberate metallic thumps start rolling out, like one set of heavy, metallic footsteps.

Finn absolutely starts going faster. Hello dread his old friend. ]

Walk like you've got somewhere to be. Don't look.

I am not dying on some shitty boring-ass spaceship.

[Just to make that clear. Optimism isn't exactly Taako's whole jam, but he knows he's good and if he can defeat the Hunger, surely he can handle whatever the hell is going on here.

Still, he can follow instructions when given, releasing Finn's hand on the assumption that it'd look out of place, and then straightens up and fixes his gaze ahead. He hadn't paid a whole lot of attention to his outfit until now, but he's wearing the same black clothes as Finn.

And that's the real nightmare.]

If we get made, it'll take me a couple seconds to get a spell off so try to keep 'em busy for that long, yeah?

[Rey receives the address to the park. She knows it, it's one of the ones she passes by all the time. Or, where she frequents to meditate. She doesn't know if Finn and Poe are still in the communal housing. All she can hope for is that they're making use of Taako's recipe book, and the crock-pot. Rey left it for the two of them, figuring they needed it more than her.

When Rey does show up, she does wear the same clothes from the memories they gained. So similar to what she wore when she was on Jakku, loose fabric draped over her form, but instead of beige or off-white, it's darker dues of blue-grey, and black tunic. Form fitting pants, and brown boots. Her hair isn't in it's classic three-bun style. Rather only part of it is in a pony tail, and the rest is down, reaching her shoulders. There is the brown belt that's crossed over her hips, but instead of carrying the blaster, the lightsaber is clipped to it.

When she sees Finn, her heartaches, but she doesn't let the emotion come through on her face. There's a distant look in her eyes as she manages a faint smile, trying to look like she was fine. Trying to put on a brave face.]

Hey..

[Rey greets softly, noting the jacket Finn's wearing. She was hoping it would fit him, and it does. It's not the same as the jacket he had before...but it looks nice on him nonetheless.]

You look well.

You, too. I wanted to...

[ Ah. He can't really think of anything to say, in the moment. Finn thinks he didn't plan this through especially well. He just knew he wanted to see her. Now she's here. Same as she was on Crait, on the Falcon, different but still Rey. Still the first friend he ever properly made, still the first person he realized matters, so much, for so many different reasons.

He presses his lips together. Swallows.

Leaves thinking things through out the window just a little bit longer and closes the distance between them in long, quick strides, until he can throw his arms around her again. And if he has to blink a little fast after he gets there, he'll have to manage. And if she pushes him away, he'll have to manage with that, too. ]

I missed you.

[ More than he's sure words can say. ]

[Rey waits patiently for Finn to continue speaking. He wanted to talk...he wanted to see how she was. For lack of a better term...she was a mess. Not sleeping well, but managing to eat right--Rey wanted to avoid another trip to the hospital. She had been distant, trying to figure things out on her own. Trying to live up to the mantle of being a Jedi.

Trying to not break anything else. Trying not the strain any other friendships.

It takes her by surprise to have her friend move forward so quickly, and then envelope her in a hug. She doesn't move for a second, but eventually her arms come around him, hugging him back just as tightly. Tears are pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall. She had to be strong. She had to make amends, but would he listen? He's replaced you. He found someone else. The girl he was looking over while they were on the Falcon. He's moved on...maybe she should too.]

I've missed you too.

[She had. She missed the little things about Finn. How he would always make sure to grab his jacket before heading out the door. How he double checked to make sure he had everything. Which side he fall asleep on when they went to bed. How they were all crammed together in Poe's room...]

[ Finn will never in his life deny that this is a boring-ass spaceship. Never. It's one of the most potent truths of the First Order.

He doesn't stop to think it's strange that they're not in armor, just accepts it in stride. Something they're supposed to be, maybe. They are what they are. They have what they have. ]

I can manage.

[ The corridors get darker. The turns get sharper, more sudden. They look strangely warped, sometimes, metal that bends as if it started to melt in the heat. There's sand again once in a while, trickling down from the ceiling in fine lines, kicking up beneath their shoes as they walk.

The footsteps behind them don't stop.

Finn stays straight-backed, stern-faced, tells himself he can't look, either.

The hangar doesn't seem to be on the near horizon. He wonders if this is a star destroyer. He wonders if they've been doing loops in a simulation room. Mostly he tries not to think about it. ]

[It's the sand that finally makes Taako realize something isn't entirely right about this situation. He might not be an expert in spaceships, but he can't imagine that sand coming down from the ceiling is the sort of thing that happens without a reason.]

I think we should start running, my man.

[His voice is dropped to a whisper, but it still feels too loud, echoing around the corridor. This is bad, he doesn't want to be here any more.]

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[pacific rim reference]

good dreams.

nightmare. (cw for ur death and Horrors as mentioned)

sticks m legy out

closed: rey

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darkweb give me the taako content

god its been so long since i've rolled for something

im honored that the dice could come to this party

they're here 2 stay

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closed: poe dameron, paige tico

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