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riverviewlogs2018-08-01 08:31 pm
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what: housewarming party
when: mid-august
where: jyn & cassian's home
warnings:
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It's not a very inviting text but since technically Jyn did invite the recipients to come to a location at a predetermined time, that counts as an invitation and Cassian cannot complain. The location is a small cottage home, space masonry covered in the same creeping leafy ivy as the rest of the moon, an overgrown garden on the side of the house being (what looks like violently) cut back to make room for the fresh plots of tiny herbs, each carefully labeled. There's a welcome mat and the door is open with the sounds of music drifting out of the screen door.
(Side note: none of that was there if early recon happened on the [LOCATION], so jot that down. This happened nearly overnight.)
Once inside, it's... shit, is it a party? Is it a party in Jyn and Cassian's new home that they got without telling anyone, moving in the cloak of night so that they could steal literally all of the furniture in their apartment that wasn't nailed down? Well, the shrimp dispenser is there in the kitchen and Jyn's wall of herbs are still there so that must be the case.
That's 100% what happened.
The kitchen is full of food, made by Cassian, and alcohol, and there is a small ginger cat prowling around and a small grey pile of fluff that occasionally makes a noise so it must be alive, the music is low enough to hold a conversation, and of course there is shrimp. Never ending bottomless shrimp. This is the extent of the party but be grateful that a year after Jyn and Cassian arrived in the Quarantine, they're inviting their, like, five friends to their home. Some people have never even seen the apartment, but that time has passed. Pour one out.
In addition to the food, there is one single cake, homemade, because turns out this party doubles as a joint birthday party. You know, for the birthdays neither of them told anyone about.
Yay! Party!
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[ Jyn would kill a man over her shrimp maker. He's sure of it. She worked hard for that fancy magic machine.
I can't believe Taako is crushing his magic-related conceptions. RIP. ]
What's the point of calling anything magical if it has rules? It's magic. No one asked it to make sense.
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[He's a coward at heart and Jyn is a terrifying woman; she fist-fought him in the street over a present, he doesn't know what she'd do if he broke her shrimp machine.]
Everything has rules, even like, gods and shit. I know I make it look real effortless, but there's restrictions and limitations and shit you've gotta do right for magic to work.
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He also makes a very vague hmmmm sound, like they're shooting the breeze at a fancy party and making only the most eloquent of small-talk. ]
Never thought about it. [ Intellectual. I mean, I say that, but he is genuinely interested. Taako's just kind of had magic and done magic stuff. That's been his baseline. This is like a whole new world and it took most of a year to get there. ] So you had to study and everything. Memorize all your rules.
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[He has a bit of a weird relationship with owning up to like.... actually doing work and putting in effort for something, because he prefers looking as if he doesn't care about things, but he also wants to brag about how hard it was and how good he is despite that.
It's a hard knock life.]
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Then I'll give you credit. You do make it look pretty effortless. [ Magic: Taako waving his hand and a thing happens. Debunked. Finn leans back just enough to look at the technological love of Jyn's life. ] Maybe it just takes shrimp from somewhere.
[ Now he's miffed because rules means there does have to be an official way Jyn's shrimp maker works. Is there a restaurant in the city hemorrhaging seafood? Are they complicit in shrimp crimes by eating them? ]