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𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 ✧ 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

who: jyn erso, cassian andor, cullen rutherford, finn, rey, & jim kirk
what: jumanji: welcome to the forest
when: mid-june; prior to kidnappings
where: outside the wall, near the amusement park
warnings: pg-13 level monster fights & swearing

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The woods don't seem incredibly sinister anymore, what with the Amusement Park of the Old City being nearly fully open next to it now. As night falls however, the faint, tinny noise of rides and games becomes almost eerie in the planet-light of the Capital World. The mission is simple, Jyn wants to find out if the copse of interconnected trees really are sentient and if it would be safe to move them to a different spot so the encroaching Amusement Park won't cause them any damage. It's supposed to be easy. Sure.

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The cluster of trees they are meant to investigate gives off a disquieting air so the camp is pushed further back, nestled next to the fence around the amusement park. A fire is built and worked up many times during the night, keeping it high and bright throughout their time there. The fire keeps most wild creatures away and that is the point. Whether it be dinner, watch, meeting new people, or any other campsite specific activities, this is the (optional) open mingle for you. And, yes, that is roast porg on the spit.

Aside from the normal, run of the mill beasts of the forest (space chipmunks, porgs, winged snakes) and monsters already discovered in the abandoned city, there are a number of creatures that seem especially fond of this particular patch of woods.

Assassin vines that twist and wind around unsuspecting living things, crushing and choking the life out of their victims with their thick vines and sharp, claw like leaves.

Enormous, brightly colored tropical flowers that either release clouds of hallucinogenic spores that make their victims imagine they are melting in acid or shoot poison darts that slowly paralyses the target.

Heaps of rotting vegetation that are really only nature's pit traps, capturing prey and engulfing them in quicksand like soil and compost.

Creeping plants that emit a pollen into the air that briefly stuns and incapacitates nearby living creatures.

Make up your own and good luck.

The idea of the mission is simple enough. Find the entwined trees, see if they are sentient, discover the nature of the moss growing across it, and cordon off the area if need be. The mission itself will probably be far less simple. This is the thread that will satisfy the completion of the mission. Together, the team will make the final discoveries and decide how to handle it as they go!

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[ Finn is ambivalent about the roast porg. They live all over the dang place, it's fine. As long as none come strolling up to see what the deal is.

Still, he's here, he's a professional Perimeter Guard dude on a professional job. He already knows 4/5 of the rest of the team, he guesses. So that's neat. Communication is a big thing with teamwork. And he loves teamwork, and it's kind of nice to be along on this mission at all, so. Why would he not be down for greeting and conversing.

Finn's about as chill as he gets, generally speaking. Alert and never quite relaxed, but genuinely interested in helping with as much campsite stuff as he can. There are no complaints to be had about taking watches or pulling firewood duty thus far.

Can't spend the whole time staring down the treeline, right?

or if you want something more specific just hmu wherever and i'll make it happen. i'm chill. ]

[It's getting late, but Rey can't sleep. She should sleep because she'll need her rest for the remaining days of the mission, but it's beyond her. So, she opts to keep watch, just in case if anything decided to move then at least she could take care of it or warn the others. There's something about the trees that's ominous. As though there's something lurking beyond them, and there could possibly be something lurking, but she is trying to be a touch optimistic. Maybe there isn't anything beyond them, or if there is, it's not interested in people.

The idea to meditate is one that keeps floating around in her mind. As good of an idea it is, she doesn't want to be distracted. No, the best thing she can do is take a deep breath and focus on the camp fire--add to it if it starts to die out.

Though, it's a bit weird to know there's still some porg on a stick off to the side for anyone to eat. They were everywhere and soulful creatures. It's...it's just weird to her, but food was food.]

[ Perhaps later than I intended to be up in this business, never fear, Finn is here too! If he weren't, we'd be left to question his team spirit since he's been at the campsite and along for all the traveling, honestly.

The dream goal here is to do a good job of watching his teammates' backs wherever he can. Finn's more about firearms than knives or hand-to-hand, so he's maybe not he ideal cover in some of these cases, but he's still gonna try and he's gonna stay committed. Some plausible options this fine journey include:

- Any of your standard content re: trying to watch everyone's backs. Shooting vines! Dragging incapacitated friends to relative safety! Pulling people out of gross vegetation pit traps! He's got sharp hearing and the eye of the tiger, and a whole lot of determination.

- Alternatively, on the other end of the spectrum, possibly in need of assistance from any of these issues himself. Finn is neither stealthy nor sly, and a lot of his own problem-solving techniques boil down to bodily hurling himself into things. You take a D&D party out on a quest like this, it's good to have a fighter class sometimes.

On the bright side, if he's sinking to his death or getting snagged by fines or slowly losing the feeling in his limbs as part of the "and now the flower and/or any nearby wildlife gets a fresh lunch" process, he's gonna be very vocal about it. Lots of oh come on and the general air of someone who knew that things were going to go extremely Wrong today.

Anyway, if anyone would like a specific/closed starter or anything, feel free to let me know and I will gladly deliver. ]

[Cullen has been watching the girl. She's not the only one who cannot sleep. However, that's nothing new for him. He can't actually remember the last night's full sleep he's had. It's been well over three years, even before he came to Riverview.

Volunteering to be one of the Guard's escorts for this mission had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that he's out of the Quarantine, he's starting to second guess himself. The forests back home hadn't really been safe, especially since the possibilities of Sylvans were high in certain areas where the Veil was thin. This area has the heavy feeling that the Brecilian Forest of Ferelden still carries.

As the fire crackles around the area they've picked to use as a camp, Cullen runs a gloved hand down his face and really thanks that the uniform of the Guard is far more practical than his armor. However, his sword, shield and gun are well within reach if the need arises.]

You seem tired. You should rest.

[Pot. Cauldron.]

[Cullen has never been one for subtlety when going forward is the best way possible. However, going forward here means some measure of discretion. He's sure that those who know him think him entirely incapable of such a thing, but he hasn't made it to over thirty and as the Commander of the Inquisition by being inflexible.

The other Perimeter Guard member is someone he has seen around the headquarters but hasn't truly met before coming on this mission. He seems nice enough but he reminds the former Commander of so many new recruits that Cullen lets him do as he will as much as is feasible without being dangerous to the entire party.

But one to many times he's thought that jumping at a target is a good idea. As Finn attempts to charge forward again, Cullen reaches out and grabs him by the back of his jacket.]

Do you know how to use a shield?

[Please, Maker, let this man know something of what Cullen is saying because he doesn't have enough time to teach him on the fly.]

[Rey looked up from the fire to the man who spoke. In this group, she knew everyone except him. She didn't catch him name during introductions--or if Jyn bothered to do that, now that she thinks about it.]

I'm fine. Better someone keep watch.

[See? She has a reason to be up! Someone should make sure the camp fire doesn't...go out...or something.]

[ In this ground troop life, it's be in the first-hit-taken position or watch your friends take it. At least in Finn's reasoning. He knows how to deal in caution, but he doesn't always see the need.

No one can say he's always on the right track. It's been a work in progress, which Poe one time punched him on the ear for. He thought that was awfully bold considering Poe's history and personality, but you know.

Safe to say he isn't expecting someone to grab the back of his jacket on this occasion. Or the question, just generally. So for half a second he devotes most of his mental energy to the "???" movement, brow furrowed. ]

Yeah, of course. Started training with them years ago. [ If Finn sounds a little like he's wondering how it's relevant and where Cullen's going with this, it's because he's wondering.

Once he got out into the real world and the star war part of being in star wars, the fighting turned out to be a lot more blasters and spaceships and a lot less melee. He hasn't exactly needed to put one into use. ]

[ Jim's kind of used to being out here by now. Gets a little tough sometimes, but this has been a fairly quiet trip so far, and camping might just be his favorite part. Mostly because they get to sit down and bond a little over a warm fire and some roasted meat.

He takes up a seat next to Finn, helping himself to the food on offer. He hadn't known what it was the first time Jyn had given him some, but now he's very much aware of the little creatures all over the place. As a matter of fact... ]

You know— we have one of these as a pet, back at our place. A porg. Her name's Oona.

[ Sleeping is a little touch and go when he's out here. Some nights he falls asleep fairly quickly, other nights he tosses and turns. Little sounds in the forest keep him up, or wake him up suddenly when he's already deep asleep.

He's crawling out of his tent in the middle of the night —3? 4? He's kind of lost track of what time it is—, only to find Rey sitting by the fire. Zipping up his tent again, he makes his way over and takes a seat next to her. ]

You should be sleeping. [ He means in general. She should be trying to get some sleep, at some point during the mission. ]

[ It's probably at this point during their mission that Jim seriously starts to question whether he wants to find sentient plants out here, because honestly? Plants are kind of assholes.

He doesn't get caught in yet another vine, at least. He does trip up over a bunch of dried up roots and leaves, though, only to find himself tumbling straight into a pit of quicksand. Quickdirt. Whatever. He tries to pull one leg out, only to stick his other foot in, and slowly he starts to sink deeper into the pool of dirt swallowing him whole.

His voice will be heard in the immediate vicinity the moment he realizes he's stuck: ] Hey! Need a little help here! Help!

[ But it's not the only encounter he'll have, obviously. A good portion of the flora out here seems intent on killing them, so even though he doesn't have the unfortunate luck of being caught in another trap, it's likely the rest of the team will. He'll come to the aid of anyone who needs it, whether that is cutting vines with his magical dagger, or dragging someone unconscious to safety, then trying his best to get them to wake up again. It may or may not include splashing some water on your face. ]

[Rey turned her head slightly when she heard some rustling in their camp. Someone was coming out of their tent and it was Jim. She said nothing, letting him sit next to hear, enjoy some of the fire's warmth.]

Someone needs to keep watch.

[Is her automatic reply, but she does place another log on the fire to keep it going.]

You okay?

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[cassian tends to take up the rear in their little adventure party. he is a sniper, and though he is more then capable at hand to hand, his strength is in distance. he feels safer seeing ahead. it leaves his back open, but he's hyperaware enough that most things still don't get by him that way.]

[he is slowly discovering he might hate plants, which doesn't bode well for the state of his very green and leafy apartment.]

[one of the assassin vines twists around his ankle and yanks him to the ground with a thud. if you're right in front of him, maybe lend a hand?? even if he is immediately digging around for his knife to cut himself free, two more vines are creeping their way around his other leg too.]

[once he notices the dangers of spores, he starts cutting out little cloth facemasks out of a spare shirt, long enough to tie around people's heads so they don't have to hold them up. it's not the best filter to breathe through, but it's better than no filter.] Here, use this until we pass the flowers. Or maybe even the whole time.

[cassian has got this whole 'camping beyond the wall' thing down to an art. it's easier in larger groups, with more people to split the watch between. they're all a bunch of insomniacs, but at least they can rest in little pockets while they switch off duties.]

[he has zero qualms about the porg. he and jyn eat it so much when they're out here that he's perfected the right moment for maximum tenderness and crispiness over a fire.] Taste it now, any longer and it gets too tough.

[before he tucks in for the night, he's sitting near the fire, looking over his datapad and munching on the aforementioned porg.]

[he'll get up later in the night and leave the tent he shares with jyn, making his way over to whoever is currently sitting awake. watch rotation! whether the other person likes it or not. the key to a successful team is making sure no one person is hoarding all the duties that keep them tired through the next day. when possible, of course.] Time to switch, go rest. My turn.

[ He tugged his sweater down the rest of the way. It was chillier outside, and a t-shirt wasn't enough to both keep him warm and protect him from any bugs that might be outside. ]

Someone, yes. But not always the same 'someone'.

[ He rose his eyebrows pointedly at her. If she was trying to deflect his attention, she was gonna have a tough time with that. ]

I'm fine. What about you? What's keeping you up?

I'm not going to do it again tomorrow night.

[Or at least, she hopes she won't. Maybe she'll exhaust herself to the point of passing out. Or, find time to quiet her mind and get some actual sleep.

Urgh, Jim, why you gotta be persistent? She shrugs her shoulders at him. At least around him, she could let her guard down a little.]

Can't quiet my mind. I feel...restless in a way, but I tried meditating for a little bit, didn't help.

[As for Jim....]</small. If you're fine, why aren't you back in your tent?

Good. I'll keep watch tomorrow, just to make sure you get some sleep.

[ He's not done trying tonight, though. He won't try to get her into a tent, but he might see if he can convince her to take a short nap out here. That way they both can still keep watch and be ready if anything gets close to their campsite. ]

Mmm... one of those nights, huh. [ He nods at her, understanding. Her question draws a sigh out of him. ] Don't know. Some nights it's just harder to fall asleep. I think... I'm just used to having Victor next to me.

[Rey may try and take a nap, just to get a few more hours in before they start their exploration tomorrow.]

I managed to some sleep in, you know.

[A few hours before waking up and finding herself here.

There's a hum of understanding from her.]

It's...hard to adjust to. Going from having someone next to you...and then being alone. It's a feeling you never want to get used to again.

[Her voice is soft there, and come to think of it, she slept better whenever someone else was around. But only someone she trusted, nothing else.]

You don't have to tell me.

[ Rey knows about Bones, after all. How hard Jim took it, how he often had nights when he couldn't even lie in bed, let alone sleep. She knows how well he understands, having to get used to a change like that.

Because it's not the sleeping alone so much as knowing that person won't come back that feels the worst. At least now he knows Victor isn't gone; he just isn't out here, right now. ]

Mm, I brought some energy bars with me. They're pretty tasty. You want one?

[The change of topic is welcomed. She doesn't want to think about being alone--going to bed or otherwise. It's...a subject she doesn't like to talk about, but it is her reality.

Rey cast a glance at him and then back at the remains of the porg.]

...Sure.

[She wasn't going to go on a mission on an empty stomach.]

You didn't try the porg, did you?

[ He digs out a couple of bars from his pocket, handing one of them over to Rey. His eyes dart to the roasted pieces of meat, shrugging and nodding at her. ]

I did, actually. Jyn fed me some porg stew on our last mission— though I didn't know what it was at the time. But I had some tonight, too.

[ Apparently she thought Jim would think they were too cute to be eaten or something. ]

You know— Lucy has one of those as a pet. But it's... kinda like when I had that chicken, Petunia. Didn't stop me from eating chicken.

[She takes one of the bars and unwraps it. There's a bit of surprise there learning Jim actually ate it. After being on a island full of them, and traveling with them...it's not it's weird to her (food is food), but how soulful their gaze is...it makes her feel a tiny bit bad for eating some of it.]

It's okay? I wasn't sure what to expect from it.

[Rey swallows the piece she was eating and looked at him. He...didn't eat, Petunia...did he?]

I hope you're not going to tell her you ate one of her pet's friends.

It's not so bad. A little chewy, but pretty tasty.

[ There are a bunch of porg all over the place. Sure, it had been a bit of a shock at first, learning that those cute little things had been what Jyn had fed him, but he got over it. He won't eat any if he can help it, but out here he has to admit there are few choices as practical as this.

And no, he did not eat Petunia! She's currently a very happy hen, living on a farm in the outskirts of the city. He's not some kind of monster. ]

Are you kidding? She would never forgive me. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know that some people eat them. I'd rather preserve her innocence.

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Camp fire watching/insomnia

i was told by apple care i could go to jumanji and get the moss

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And then you put the moss on the gaping wound

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