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OPEN | i know my call.

who: skye — or, as she'll be soon known, daisy johnson — and you.
what: a post canon-update catch-all.
when: throughout october.
where: city-wide.
warnings: discussion of past trauma, violence, and death likely. will update if anything specific.

@ the gym.

[ she's been to the gym before. this gym, even. granted, it's mostly been to swipe an apple from the welcome desk or to sneak in a shower in between greasy sessions of swinging a monkey wrench around like she knows what to do with it, but she's been here before. people might even recognize her.

or, more accurately: they might catch recognition in the profile, but there's something off about her. something different. she's grown up, if you will.

today, she's busying herself in a small room off to the side. it's usually set aside for games of sport, squash or racquetball or other "old men in tight white shorts" sort of sports, but today she's claimed it as her own. there's a tennis ball launcher on one side of the room; the net's been torn down, though, and all along the floor lay squashed remains of formerly functional, dingy tennis balls.

what's happened to them? well, she's happened to them. what's she doing? well, she's standing, mostly; her feet purposefully set shoulder-width apart, her hand outstretched towards the opposite side of the room — with each launched object comes a burst of focused vibrational energy, and the ball is rocketed towards one wall or another with an echoing thwap of sound.

hopefully no one opens the door... or a ball might just ricochet into somebody's face instead. #whoops ? ]

@ the park.

[ it seems like a good place to go. even with the #2spooky4u festivities going on around the city, her favorite stretch of grass and trees remains blissfully un-decorated, with only the seasonal shift in foliage to augment the view. instead of green as far as the eye can see, now there's splotches of brown and orange and red blended into the canopy; instead of soft spring grass or the soft scratch of its summertime weeds, there's the content crunch of browned leaves under her feet and plenty of bare patches to spread out a blanket.

as luck would have it, the park's apparently not just her favorite spot today. no, with the festivities occupying most of the more common gathering places, the local youths (!!) have begun to congregate in these stretches of bare ground, using them as launching pads for their collection of model plans and drones and other flying contraptions. it wouldn't be terrible... but of course, it also can't just be about flying things. no, small children have to be obnoxious with their toys, and these hooligans are no different: they set their drones to swoop down and scare innocent passersby, knocking off caps and startling pacifiers right out of babies' mouths.

suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed at the intrusion... which might explain why she's opted to go for the nuclear option: since she probably shouldn't quake it out of the sky, maybe hacking into the nearby wifi signal to adjust the course of one of the planes might do the trick. only — fuck, who's phone is this? and why is it suddenly blaring cheesy 90s pop hits?

#whoops part two? ]

@ wherever.

[ wildcard option, ya dig? i'll throw closed starters in comments, but feel free to hit me up if you want something for your special self. ]

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[ it's bad enough to suddenly find yourself chock full of a year and change worth of memories, but to add ghosts into the mix just seems downright unfair. she spends exactly one full hour swatting away the transparent visage of her now-dead former romantic interest before she's ready to pull her own hair out.

not the kind of thing she wants to go through alone. so, obviously, there's only one place to go: to the house of those that have previously handled ghost hell with her. just a bit unfortunate that the house seems to be locked, and with neither of them answering their phones for some reason, well...

it's a desperate situation, and desperate situations call for desperate measures. and, apparently, a few desperately tossed rocks at windows. ]

Hello! [ thwack. ] Jyn! [ thwack! ] Cassian! [ thwack! ] Oh, fuck this.

[ there's an open skylight on the roof. it's basically an invitation. and jyn had said she was welcome anytime. so: a well-placed quaked lift, and ta-da; hello attic, nice to meet you. ]

Anybody home?

[ can't a girl just make out and subsequently nap with her boyfriend in peace? all she wanted was a nap but here is cassian shaking her awake and there is skye's voice drifting through the house. this is not the weirdest wake up she's ever had -- she's in a bed, for one, she's in her bed, and she's woken up on many a strange ship before but.

why is skye in her house during nap time?

not bothering to put pants on under her too big (stolen from cassian) sweater, she pads over and sweeps open the door, peering blearily into the hallway. ]

Hey Skye. [ so casual. what is breaking and entering between friends? she finally spots her through the open attic stairs, squinting into the opening at the other woman while cassian does put pants on. ] What's up?

[ is she coming to show off her hair cut? that's fair. ]

[ does it count as breaking and entering if the skylight was open? she technically didn't break anything. she just... entered. it'd be the same as if they had left the front door open. which, okay, they didn't — but does it matter?

more importantly, why does someone saying skye make her head hurt a little? why does that voice in the back of her head say they should know your name by now as if they don't know it? why does it insist on repeating the name of a flower — ] Daisy, [ out loud, as if they should know better? memories are fucked up. ]

I mean, my name is Daisy. [ god, she sounds like a crazy person. ] And I have a ghost problem.

[ enter ghost lincoln, looking like the transparent member of a futuristic boyband, waving awkwardly at everyone involved. ]

He won't leave.

[cassian wakes up the moment the first rock hits the window, but it's the second one that stirs him fully conscious, because two repetitive sounds is not an accident. he hears their names too, muffled through the windows as more rocks collide, and he shakes jyn awake immediately.]

[he stumbles out of bed before her which allows him a few moments to pull on his pants, but it's jyn who manages to open the door first in the meantime. he meanders behind her without grabbing a shirt thanks to jyn's inviting the situation before he gets the chance, cracking the door open more enough to peer out over her shoulder.]

[his body tenses on seeing the ghost, if only because that's probably a good natural reaction to seeing another ghost after a bunch of the tried to kill you. he does not even think about her name preference, maybe she has a reason for it! he's got a bucket full of aliases.]

And you think we have suddenly found a method to get rid of them?

[ cassian's question clearly hits close to home; with the drop of his lifted hand, lincoln the ghostboy suddenly looks all too similar to a puppy who's just been kicked. daisy, you want to get rid of me comes out on a wail, and she can only cringe, clearly uncomfortable. ]

I mean... yeah? [ yeah, she wants to get rid of him? or yeah, she thinks casa del spacebuddies has a ghostbuster proton pack in the attic? either or. ] Is that weird?

[ ghost lincoln frowns. as his transparent body — form? mass? how do you describe a ghost? — hovers over the floor, soft orange-red sparks shine in his wake, born of the friction between specter and what looks like a surprisingly clean rug. ]

I got a memory capsule and now I'm apparently going through an identity crisis that comes with ghost buddies of dead — [ boyfriends, offers ghost lincolnk, but daisy just shakes her head. they weren't ever ... that. officially speaking. and then he died. ] — guys. Ghosts. Ghost guys.

[ ghosts of boyfriends past. jyn gets why daisy -- daisy, not skye, and jyn simply takes it in stride, she has more aliases than she has friends -- came to them specifically. ]

Come on, then.

[ into the kitchen jyn goes, gesturing daisy (and lincoln) to follow. it's time for tea and junk food and convincing a ghost to leave her friend alone. she should probably put pants on but she's not about that life, instead putting the space kettle on. ]

The ghosts are from the festival. It sounds like bad timing. [ they'd avoided them last year by not going out of the house at all for over a week, but this year their strategy was more YOLO. ] These ones are harmless, just... persistent.

[ ghost lincoln makes an affronted sound at being called harmless, but the knot in the pit of daisy's stomach releases just as fast. she hadn't realized she'd been so wound up — though why wouldn't she be? the most recent quarantine experience with ghosts had only been murderous transparent devils who feasted on negativity, so why wouldn't this sudden spectre surprise be a miserable one too?

thank god for tea. and snacks. she's very fond of snacks, and very glad her space soulsister shares an understanding that food makes everything better. ]

Oh, thank god. [ whatever seating arrangement there is, daisy sinks into one of the available seats, because she cannot be bothered to stand any longer. ] I was so not prepared to deal with another round of "I'm sorry it's my fault you died, but I really want to sleep now, so fuck off".

[ it's not your fault, whines ghost lincoln, and daisy just groans. ]

How much longer is the festival?

[on one hand, maybe it speaks to daisy's thoughts of their competence level that she's come to them with a ghost problem, but on the other, he isn't sure how that makes him feel? she is jyn's friend more than his, even if they have all experienced several levels of terrible Ghost Stories.]

[he follows after them into the kitchen once he finds his shirt. while jyn fiddles with the kettle, cassian digs out some cookies - homemade! - and crackers, who knows what daisy's stomach can handle right now.]

The Festival is just about a week, but the ghosts tend to linger around all month. [it feels more manageable this year, but last october, he and jyn did virtually lock themselves away for a month.] If there is a way to make them leave, we have not discovered it. Unless it has changed from last year, they will not... attack us like the ones outside the wall.

[ she'll eat the hell out of anything you put in front of her, cassian, but at least she'll do it with a thank you. even if it is mumbled in between bites. the attempt is there. foster mom number six would be proud. ]

Huh. [ there is some small comfort in knowing that the ghost of her former... romantic liason... won't try to suffocate her in her sleep with his transparent (and probably freezing cold) hands. it's not much, but there's something. ] So basically this place picked the absolute worst possible time to give me this memory jump.

[ as per usual? ]

[ this is why jyn wifed him tbh. he feeds her constantly. ]

Yeah, pretty much. They talk, sometimes incessantly, but that's about it. [ it makes her really miss taako on a purely pragmatic level. not because she has emotions or anything, but because taako put that ward on their apartment and he could have done the same to their house and daisy's home, but nope. he's gone.

fucker. ]

You can stay with us if you want. I'll run interference with... what's his name.

[ ghost lincoln waits for half a second, presumably to see if daisy will introduce him; when she doesn't (too busy stuffing her face with a very soft cookie) there's an annoyed huff of displeasure and an irritable lincoln. lincoln campbell. we were — before daisy shuts him up with a grumbled, ] Enough.

[ she doesn't want to relive her history. afterlife was confusing enough; losing lincoln in a sleight-of-hand martyr trick was worse. ]

You don't have to do that. [ she doesn't want to be in the way. ] I just didn't know what to do.

[Oh, well, you know how it is. One moment you're interrupting someone's training with tennis balls, the next you're being struck right in the face with one. That is to say, Laura is pelted hard enough that her nose bleeds for 2.5 seconds rather dramatically before stopping as soon as it started — the joys of instantly healing.

Most people would, like, be crying or hissing or on the floor, but she just looks mildly peeved as she looks down at the red on her sloth shirt and regrets not being her usual fast self. Too sluggish with thought, perhaps. She'd been avoiding a lot of people and places, but the gym was nice.]

Maldición, I liked this shirt a lot.

[such an intense reaction call the cops]

Edited (i like this insult more, what) 2018-10-04 09:08 (UTC)

[ what kind of stupid idiot — oh. it's laura. well, laura's less of a stupid idiot and more of a reckless one, but she does feel a little bad for pelting her in the face with a high-speed tennis ball. even if she did heal after one solitary spurt of dark red blood onto her shirt. ]

Club soda. [ sounds stupid, she knows, but it does help. ] Or... you know what, come here.

[ she holds up a hand — one sec — before crossing over to the ball machine. it doesn't stop its every-other-second pelting barrage, but she's quick enough to swat each ball away as they come with a well-placed yet casual sonic blast. once it's off, though, she gestures for laura to come closer. ]

I can probably get it out.

[The girl makes a face, skeptical before she wanders closer.]

You have very interesting powers.

[It's less and less weird around here, to have them. It doesn't take away all the nervous kids at school who don't mesh well with her, but — it does at least make for more people to relate to.]

Is removing stains another ability you have?

[... Only partly a joke.]

[ she offers a soft shrug. honestly, she's not entirely sure this is going to work, but it's worth a try. ]

Maybe. Probably more practical than tennis Jedi tricks.

[ when laura comes close enough that her hands can reach out and touch the hem of her shirt, daisy's eyes close as she tries her best to concentrate. she thinks of jiaying on the mountaintop, of the rippling water in the sink; her focus goes squarely into the vibrations inherent in the splotches of blood against cotton, brow knitting tighter.

it's a jerky, uncertain process, but eventually, the splotches lift seemingly of their own accord, rising away from the shirt's material and hovering a few inches away. when her eyes crack open to take a peek, all the focus is gone — the blood unceremoniously drops to the ground, smearing over the ugly tile floor.

a little weakly, daisy laughs. ] That's better than on your shirt, right?

... I do not know what a Jedi is.

[I'm a viciously sheltered killing machine, man, it sucks. Laura watches with rapt interest, though, as the splotches are left on the ground. Which, yanno, only slightly looks like someone might have been stabbed here or something. With a very tiny knife, to be fair; Laura's blades would make much more blood-

Let's not get on that topic. She looks up, curious.]

How did you do it?

[ offhandedly: ] Yeah, me either.

[ someone asked her if she was one once, and she had said yes equally offhandedly, and the phrase had just sort of stuck. ]

I... focused? [ how to explain inhuman abilities??? ] You know how everything's made up of different stuff? Like water's hydrogen and oxygen; different metals are made of different things? Well, it's kind of like that. Everything vibrates differently. If I focus really hard, I can control those vibrations.

[ it's not really that easy in practice, but that's a fairly ELI5 explanation. ]

It took a lot of practice. Years of it, actually.

I see...

[She considers her hands with some thought.]

I didn't practice for mine — once they set off my mutation, the claws just... happened. The healing, too. I guess I did train some, but a lot of it is... instinctive.

[A lot of the kids couldn't just control their powers, though.

Laura's just always felt a bit more in-tune.

Maybe because her powers don't have much to do with things outside of her body.]

They're part of you.

[ that much, she gets. making things shake in a simple way comes naturally to daisy now. ]

Some people don't have it that easy, I guess. I worked with people whose abilities really scared them. They didn't know how to control them, or even really how to like them.

I knew a few children like that.

The ones that had fire — electricity. Those ones were harder to control.

[Her curiosity is pretty strong, though. She asks-]

What kind of abilities do they have? The people you've worked with.

Some like that. Fire, electricity. I knew a guy who could teleport. One girl could clone herself.

[ great when they're on your side. less so when they're trying to attack you. ]

They're cool if you know what's happening, and how to control it. Until then, though... it can be pretty scary.

[She blinks. Someone who could clone themselves?

That seems like it would get so confusing so fast, in one's head.]

... Teleporting would be a nice power to have. We — did a lot of running, where I am from.

Do you run, too? From dangerous people who try to use you.

[Surely, she must have faced such a thing herself. Don't they all?]

[ #whoops indeed. Finn is trying to live his simple best life in the park today. Well, sort of. He also just about got around the point where he was thinking these youths are being jerks about the drone things.

He mostly doesn't know what to do with kids, but he's very good at telling people to knock it out re: outright foolishness, so he was gonna figure his plan out on the way.

He has to take a broad detour on that plan because yeah, he's minding his own personal nosy business and??? His phone hates him now? It's like a jumpscare-lite. He has his jump moment and then here he stands. Stopped next to a bench. Looking down at his phone like this is the gravest and most offensive betrayal he has ever personally been subject to. Finn says something like "wHAT" directly to it.

Finn then does what any 20-something person with no idea what the hell is happening in their life would do, after a hot second. His soul ascends this mortal coil. He can't make it stop and he doesn't know how to take the battery out. Did the invisible ghost of Han Solo stop by to torment him? We just don't know.

SO HE JUST SORT OF.......... SITS DOWN ON THE BENCH....... to the timeless sound of 'Two Princes'.

This entire part of his day is off the rails he had laid out.

And I mean, I'm not gonna lie, he looks up and sees Skye and he definitely gives her a look that says "I don't know if you can do anything to actually help with my haunted phone but help me anyway." Because that's his brand of nerd.

Also if you need me to change anything in here just hit me up, I got your back. ]

[ it would be a friend's phone, wouldn't it? that's just her luck. try to discourage the youths from attacking passersby with their drones, wind up hijacking a phone's connection to space spotify, only to find out it's a buddy on the other end and not some random nobody.

what a disaster.

she doesn't immediately stop the music — two princes is a jam — but she does pull herself into an upright position, abandoning her primo spot on the crunchy dead grass to join finn on the bench.

there's an almost instinctive urge to wipe her bangs out of her face as she sits down... but that's right, she doesn't have bangs anymore. this is all so confusing. ]

Hey. [ #casual. ] Nice soundtrack.

[ she's so funny, finn, how did you live without her? ]

[ He lived PEACEFULLY. And boringly. Finn huffs. It's his sacred obligation to huff. ]

Nice hair. Really too bad you're the only one doing it on purpose.

[ It doesn't carry the energy he wants, because it's actually just a compliment. It's a good look. Hm. Maybe this is too much of a bop to get snippy to. Maybe he'll have better ammunition when he's not frazzled and trying really hard to shut his phone up. Probably the latter. He's not much of a music guy.

Finn makes a sound that's less of a huff and more of a very frustrated sigh. ]

Look, do you know how to get the battery out of these things? I'm not walking around like this all day, and if I can't shut it down--

[ His phone has been so good to him for the past almost-a-year? He's never had to deal with this. Battery removal whomst? Finn doesn't know her. He will debone this thing, metaphorically speaking, if he has to. ]

[ she perks up the tiniest bit with the whole compliment thing. a nice little "oh, thanks" and a bounce on her heels, oh-so-chipper; it's like invasion of the pod people except... less alien. or maybe more alien. who knows, really. ]

What's wrong with — [ who sings this song? does anyone know? ] — this one? Do you want, like, Britney Spears instead?

[ because she could make that happen for you, probably. ]

[Alex was found in the park lately more often than she would have liked to have been. It was where she'd done a fair amount of working out, and occasionally she'd have her lunch and coffee out there. Right now, however, she's just walking on her way home from work, liking it because the fact that there were so many people hopefully meant that the amount of ghosts in the sunlight would be limited. At least her own were so far, so Alex wanted to be alone as little as possible.

Even if she was alone in the crowd around them.

However, an old ghost did appear suddenly, and Alex blinked quickly at the sound of I Want It That Way coming from her phone. With heating cheeks, Alex pulled it out of her pocket and blinked at it. Honestly, she didn't even know that she'd had the song on there. What the hell? Looking around the park to see if it was happening to someone else, Alex's smile brightened when her eyes landed on Skye, and she pressed the button to shut the music off quickly.

Even if it wasn't working. Why wasn't it working? What the hell?!]

[ no, the buttons won't help you. the program she's launched is supposed to hijack the controls of the drone ... except, thanks to all the witchy woo vibes in the air, apparently the electronic signal's been rediverted to a phone instead.

good choice in music, though. to alex's approaching walk, she offers a casual, ] But were you an Nick or Kevin fan? Because, personally, I was totally #TeamAJ.

[ and yes, she absolutely pronounces it as "hashtag team aj". obviously. ]

[Alex’s lips instantly curl into a smile when she realizes who it is that has probably done something to her phone. Besides, Skye is her resident tech guru so it was easy to assume that the woman had done it as some sort of joke. Either way the irritation evaporated as quickly as it had come and her voice is entirely one hundred percent amusement and coming with a broad shrug.]

Oh hashtag team AJ of course. One hundred percent. He had the best voice and the bad boy attitude. How could someone not be really?

There were way too many girls who were on the wrong side of that argument. And probably guys too, now that I think about it.

[ that said, she's all too happy to turn off the unintentional jams. after the song ends. ]

Sorry for going MIA, by the way. I... uh. [ a pause. ] The ghosts kind of fucked me up, my friend left town, and then I got one of those. Memory canisters? So.

[ yeah. ]

I think that someone is always going to be on the wrong side of that argument even if people agree that he’s hot. Someone people are not a fan of sharing.

[She may have had one or two friends in school who told her that she couldn’t like AJ because they did. Not that Alex ever changed her mind? But she still remembered the pressure too.

But Alex’s smile grows soft and more sad when Skye mentions the woods because no one whom she’s spoken to has had a good experience with them. Not one and so in the woods is rapidly becoming a shorthand for Alex that comes to mean “totally got screwed up.” Even (especially?) in her case.]

I’m sorry about your friend. There’s a bit of that going around lately. And the woods too. Because what was that? And you got new memories? Clearly we need to have a drink and catch up.

[ that's the nice thing about alex. a million things can go wrong, leaving her feeling completely inside-out, but alex is still consistent and friendly and welcoming. nothing fazes her. ]

That would be great, actually. But, um. [ a pause, teeth worrying at the inside of her bottom lip. no matter how many times she does this, it's still awkward. ] It's Daisy, by the way. Not Skye.

[ she needs to record herself on a handheld and then just play back the explanation every time. ]

It was Skye, but it's... not. Anymore.

[Demons faze her, but that's sort of about it now. The last year here, and the three back home have given her a fairly high threshold for things going more than a little bit insane. Which is why she just blinks at bit at the name change, and she offers a little nod.]

Okay. So there was a long time in that capsule then, huh? Given what you'd said that Robbie had said when he arrived.

[Arrived and left she thought, that was one of the problems with being here and being close to people.]

So, Daisy, [Alex said easily,] You're going to need to fill me in on the story about that too. But I like the shorter hair. It suits you.

[well actually it's tommy's phone that's been hacked and is now playing a jarringly jaunty tune. thanks, he hates it. so much so that he actually slows to a stop within sight of skye, pulls his phone out of his pocket, and stares at it in horror like it's suddenly sentient and determined to destroy the world.]

Dude, what the hell is this?!

[ thanks, she loves this song. it's so good, she's almost distracted from the horrible flying techniques of the local youth. ]

Dude, it's Ricky Martin. [ don't look so terrified, tommy. ] Duh.

[ do you want to dance, tommy? it's a pretty fast tempo... ]

It’s terrible. Needs a lot more bass.

[nope not gonna dance to this, especially if he’s not in a club. tommy’s now mashing various buttons in an attempt to silence the offending tune.]

[ nooooo. tommy, no. let the good song play (or deal with her swatting your hands away at every available opportunity) ]

I can't believe you're insulting my DJ skills here. What's the deal, man?

Your DJ skills are bad.

[ok but have you ever tried to swat at a speedster. because tommy is now a nearby blur of green and white in motion. have fun with that.]

Hey, wait a sec - [aaaand he’s stopped again.] You’re doing this? How are you doing this?

[ it's only with a heaved (and fake) sigh of disappointment that she pulls her hands back, but there's good reason for it. the opportunity to pull out her phone, flash the latest software in testing; look at how much it sucks. ]

Didn't anybody ever teach you not to connect to public wifi?

No ...

[information security hasn't really been a priority for the young avengers, oops.]

I thought that's what you're supposed to do with it? Like, what else is public wifi there for?

[ The ball does indeed almost ricochet into Poe's face, and only BB-8's warning shriek gets him and his Very Smashable Nose ducking out of the way in time to avoid at the very least a black eye.

Poe touches his nose, an impulse that seems kind of stupid--he would know if it was broken, pretty clearly. ]

Uh, hey Skye. [ BB-8 whistles a greeting of his own, followed by a few scolding noises. ] Hush, Bee.

[ To Skye: ] Still practicing, huh?

[ there's an immediate ache in the right side of her head when he calls out her name. it was her name, it's not like he'd called her mary sue or something entirely made up, but the warring reactions between acknowledgement and the urge to correct have started to form their own hammerhead. one that lodges right into her temple, boom boom boom.

she winces, smile a little strained, but there's still a wave of acknowledgment. (and maybe a more genuine smile for the droid.) ]

Hey. [ don't hush the baby. she loves the baby. ] I... yeah, I guess, technically. I feel like I've mostly got the hang of it now, but I figured it was probably safer to do this in here than out where someone could get hurt, you know?

[ maybe you should have looked before entering, you know??? ]

And, um. It's Daisy. Not Skye. It was Skye, it's just. Not anymore.

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@ the gym i'm sorry this is so short I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY DO THE THING

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