after the rain, comes the rainbow [open]

[killthepast]

who: Kylo Ren and OPENNN
what: Catch-all, featuring some open prompts from the TDM.
when: The month of April.
where: Here and there
warnings: Nothing yet

i. disaster relief
[ If it weren't for the lingering complications from his gunshot wound to the shoulder, Kylo Ren would be going on river expeditions and fighting giant reptiles and amphibians.

He would be, except Dr. Whale already lectured him and refused to budge the last time he'd demanded medical clearance. Apparently, pushing through pain in an attempt to force his body into recovery had only been making things worse for his arm and shoulder, in the long run.

So he has to take it relatively easy and stick to the prescribed physical therapy exercises until the doctor says otherwise. And that means staying behind as the city floods and tales of giant creatures lurking in the waters spread.

He's never been one to find contentment in sitting around and doing nothing. (Even if the action he tends to take is... you know, the wrong action, at least he's usually doing something.) So, in an attempt to curb feelings of restless agitation, Kylo... actually volunteers for the citywide relief effort. His arm may need time to heal, but he's still strong enough to assist in evacuation efforts, or in the setting up of temporary shelters, or doing any odd task where he can rely on the Force and worry less about hindering his arm's recovery.

Just don't expect him to cook or serve food. He's not feeling that helpful. ]

ii. routines
[ And since he's still stuck on the dreaded Desk Duty at work, Ren's mood-- as he goes about his daily routine-- is even more sour and gloomy than usual. Which is pretty impressive, considering his usual state is miserable enough.

So here's that catch-all prompt for seeing the scowling, overgrown emo kid at the gym (where he's still going to work out and spar as best he can, or go through his physical therapy exercises, if nothing else), or sulking around a coffee shop (don't judge his latte order) with his nose stuck in a journal as he jots notes down. Or at a library. He spends time at libraries, too. And just about anywhere, really. Outside, when it's not raining, because he's taken to communing with the Force out in the park. ]

iii. choose your own adventure
[ And if that last prompt wasn't broad enough, here's the wildcard choose your own adventure option. ]

Comments

Closed to: Valkyrie

[killthepast]

[ There's... a piece of glass in his hair. Ren plucks it out and stares at it, wondering when that happened. Must have been when one of the fellows in the bar tried to break a bottle on his face (the Force keeping it from actually shattering on its target). Ah, well. That fellow's on the floor now, unconscious, with the rest of his companions, while Ren and Val have been unceremoniously booted from the bar under threat of police involvement.

With a snort, he flicks the glass away and looks at Val. At least the alcohol in his system has him relaxed enough that he's not as awkward as usual around her. Plus, he's wired from the bar fight, wide awake and in high spirits. ]

You have some blood on you. I think-- oh... Yeeeaaah. [ He peers at her, then snickers. ] That's not yours.

[trashvalkyrie]

[It's not the first time Val's been kicked out of a bar for fighting, and it most certainly won't be the last time, because she's not the kind of person who learns a lesson with such paltry consequences. She leans against the post of a streetlight, watching Kylo pick the glass out of his hair, and when he leans in to peer at her, she furrows her brow, putting a hand to her cheek, and—]

Oh. No, s'not. None of those—those cowards could've managed it.

[She wipes the blood off as best she can, studies it on her hand for a moment, and then unceremoniously reaches over to wipe it off on Ren's sleeve.]

[killthepast]

[ That is so uncalled for. But he's buzzing too much to get upset. There's just a quick frown, and he wipes at his sleeve with a gloved hand. BUT IT'S TOO LATE. The damage is done. ]

I don't want a coward's blood on me. Warriors. Where can we find some warriors?

[ Kylo no. NO MORE FIGHTS. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[She doesn't seem at all bothered by his sudden bloodthirst; in fact, she laughs, tossing her head back. She feels damn good, after letting off some steam. She feels relaxed.]

I'm a warrior. You can try to fight me if you want.

[killthepast]

[ He seems to consider for a moment. Valkyrie has him beat in experience. Age. Strength, possibly. BUT HE'S DRUNK AND HAS THE HEIGHT ADVANTAGE, this'll totally work out.

So, he smirks (totally inherited from his father), even though somewhere in his mind, he's aware that he's very likely going to get toppled like a black-clad tree. ]

Okay.

[ Are you ready for a drunken attempt at a headlock. ]

[trashvalkyrie]

[He might be nearly a full foot taller than her, but Val doesn't flinch when Kylo comes in for a headlock. In fact, she's grinning; this is her idea of fun, after all.

Almost automatically, her hands come up to grapple with his arms around her neck and shoulders; one worms its way behind her and under his shoulder, and then she's bending forward, exerting pressure under his arm, one foot rocking forward as she tries to flip him over her and onto his back.]