flourish_or_perish: ([an] looking away from you)
After tracking the Red Tail to where Faye had parked, it was easy enough to start making the rounds to the local establishments where she might have gone.

Granted, it was absolutely freezing out and literally almost every person on this moon was a hostile criminal, so no one who was approached on the street was much help.

But eventually, they found their way to a bar with pink neon lighting and smoky jazz emanating from within. (Though, notably, the saxophonist was not here.)

ExpandSo a Mandalorian and two aliens walk into a bar (well, okay, one is technically carried) )

ExpandIn which there is anime blood-coughing and a Stykera doing his thing )

[again with the alphabet parade -- NFB, NFI, love that OOC! Preplayed with the fantastic [personal profile] thedadalorian and [personal profile] stykera, and warning for an NPC death. Adapted, taken apart and Frankensteined back together from Cowboy Bebop Session 13,'Jupiter Jazz Pt. II']
flourish_or_perish: ([an] that lunkhead)
Faye's trail had led them to a large fishing trawler idling in Jupiter's orbit, and while the pilot had maybe been a little gruff when he'd hailed the Razor Crest over the radio, he still opened the bay doors for them to come in and park the ship.

And, you know, if Din wanted to feel better about all the shit people talked about his ship, he'd come to the right spot. This wasn't the Accord or Camry of space vehicles so much as the space equivalent of an ancient Ford Transit that someone had converted to live in. But it was clean, at least. There was that.

Waiting in the bay was a child of indiscriminate gender, about thirteen, and a Corgi. Had Edward been told to wait to greet their guests? Of course she had, but when did she listen to anything either of those silly boys said?

Expandsort of like meeting the family )

[NFB,NFI, OOC is welcome -- preplayed with [personal profile] stykera and [personal profile] thedadalorian!]
flourish_or_perish: ([an] looking away from you)
So, Stark had gone and ruined everything, and while Faye had done her utmost effort to ensure that he wouldn't keep saying things, that was not a sustainable plan, and those words were still...out there.

Which was why she'd laid awake, staring at the ceiling long after Stark had fallen asleep, and cobbled together a plan. 'Plan' being a fairly loose term, because this was mostly borne out of panic, but something of a plan nonetheless.

She crept out of bed. She wrote him a note and left it in the kitchen, where she was sure he'd find it. She apologized.

She stole his phone, because this was Faye, still.

And then she quietly wound her way down to the junkyard, climbed up into her ship, and took off to do something stupid and self-destructive, rather than actually take any time to consider that it might be all right if something nice happened to her for once.

[establishy but totally for broadcast!]
flourish_or_perish: ([an] sad profile)
After leaving the bar with a grace she didn't know she had in her, Faye had spent her night wandering the island. She hadn't had dreams about anyone, but that wasn't exactly unusual -- she barely let herself even think about Whitney, and it had been a long time since he'd even made an appearance in her dreams.

But as the hours passed, Faye slowly began losing that little spark of hope that she'd get to see him again. It wasn't just that the only person she'd loved in her actual, living memory had died and taken all her ability to trust people with him. He also had answers. And had left her with a lot -- a lot -- of debt.

But clearly she'd done something wrong. It wasn't going to work for her. No Whitney, no...mysterious, long-dead family, no one was coming for Faye. And given the circumstances she couldn't (really, wouldn't) go back home. Not for days. Not until this was over.

So, after draining the bottle of whiskey she'd been nursing half the night, Faye dropped it to her feet in the junkyard, climbed up into the Red Tail, and took off for the stars.

Maybe Mars, for a few days. Maybe one of Jupiter's moons. She wasn't quite feeling bad enough for Callisto, but she had days to get to where she felt bad enough, maybe.

[totally establishy, whoo]
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