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[ Rey would find a big rectangular box that is addressed to her with an envelope attached on the front of it. ]

[ If she opens the letter first it reads:

Rey,

I'm sorry for my actions. I'm sorry for not facing you in person or contacting you through the amulet. But I felt that this would be a bit better for now. I'm sorry for not telling you where the saber is or even what I had done.

You came to me saying that it was Finn's. I decided to send you something of his because I don't need items to hold onto to remember them by. I have memories. These items may not be what you really wanted but I feel that you need them more than I do.

One of them is his pillow.

The other is his jacket.

I figured you could hug the pillow and keep the jacket wrapped around you or whatever you chose to do with them. They both still have his scent and maybe it might ease something for you.

I hope you can one day forgive me for my actions.

Poe Dameron ]

[ Once she opens the box, she will encounter the jacket first before the pillow he used. ]

[Qui-Gon knows better than to barge into Rey's room like he would Obi-Wan's, so he gives her door a good knock before speaking up.]

Rey, it's Qui-Gon.

Do you have a moment?

[Not barging in is a wise choice, considering all the various traps and locks Rey has on her bedroom door. Sure, it's a little paranoid, but old habits die hard. And in case Qui-Gon needed any evidence of his good decision, the sound of several latches and a few other mechanical devices being undone may suffice, before Rey opens the door and peers at him with the usual moderate amount of suspicion.]

A moment for what?

[The suspicion, as always, does nothing to ruffle Qui-Gon's proverbial feathers. Instead, he stands there, arms crossed and shoulders relaxed, as he catches Rey's eye.]

A proposition.

[Wait. That alone is pretty suspicious. Best to clarify it isn't something crazy like gambling in some underground casino or taking part in some illegal trading as part of a mission. Not that Qui-Gon Jinn, exemplary Jedi Master, has any experience in either.]

For a job. One that I can't do alone.

[It is pretty suspicious, as proven by Rey narrowing her eyes at him just a bit more at his first answer. And they don't get un-narrowed more at his second, either.]

A job.

[Really, at this point a suggestion of gambling or illegal trading would be welcome. At least it would be specific and not vague or mysterious. Rey doesn't know what you're selling, Qui-Gon, but she ain't buying.]

What kind of job.

[At this point, it's practically tradition for Rey's skepticism and Qui-Gon's good-natured (if not poorly-positioned) intent to clash. It's like a game.]

The kind that involves both of us getting paid for examining a basement and a meal.

My treat.

[Best way to get Rey's attention: talk about free food. It never fails. But it still sounds way too good to be true, and Qui-Gon has an awful lot of room in those robe sleeves to hide things.]

Why would we get paid for examining a basement?

[WHAT ARE YOU UP TO, OLD MAN.]

[His giant sleevies are where he hides his giant armies. Also some lies with a hint of deceit.]

The person offering the contract believes it to be haunted.

[He says matter-of-factly.]

[Alright, well... not exactly what Rey was expecting. And in fact she looks a bit unsure of how to react for a moment.

She's still pretty sure somebody is getting scammed, judging by how shifty Qui-Gon is being about this. She's just not certain if that somebody is her, or if it's the owner of the house. She has Questions. So, first things first, she furrows her brow heavily at him and asks the most telling question of all.]

So do you believe it's haunted? [Oh right also gonna just circumvent this nonsense before it comes.] And don't tell me you believe they believe it. Yes or no.

[She asks good questions!]

[...and she's pretty good at heading him off. Qui-Gon smiles and dips his head in deference.]

I believe there is a very real possibility that they could be haunted, and it wouldn't hurt for us to at least take a look.

[Damn right, old man. Rey can't help looking a bit too self-satisfied about accurately predicting Qui-Gon's nonsense and getting a straight answer out of him, and she folds her arms smugly.]

And what are we meant to do about a supposedly haunted basement?

[Hubris, Rey. The word is hubris.]

Unhaunt it, of course.

[Damn it. Rey's face falls faster than a Sith into a bottomless chasm.]

Obviously. [If she sounds snippy, it's not an accident. Why you gotta steal her thunder, Qui-Gon?]

But how do we do that?

[See? Hubris. She got to learn a lesson before they even headed out!]

I would have to do some research first and see how the locals would handle the situation.

If you'd like to accompany me, you can. Otherwise, I'll return with what I've found before we head out.

[He says as if their plans are already cemented.]

[This isn't the kind of lesson she wanted to learn!

Rey eyes Qui-Gon critically. On one hand, she didn't actually commit to doing this job with him. But on the other, if she did decide to do it and had to rely on him to give her the information he found while doing research....]

I'll go.

[She doesn't sound excited about it by any means, but it's definitely better than spending five hours asking increasingly frustrating questions from the least straightforward person Rey has ever met.]

I'm happy to hear it.

[Even if she doubts Qui-Gon's sincerity with most other things, the smile that he gives Rey is fully genuine.]

Meet me by the front door when you're ready. I assume ten minutes will be enough time.

[The initial brush of contact is tentative, somewhat awkward. But it's his fault it's kinda gotten this way, gotten this bad.]

Hey, Rey? You got time to talk? Over a cup of coffee or something?

[The reply is immediate, though accompanied by some confusion and concern. Sure, they don't talk like they used to, but Rey's still certain it's temporary. She has so many more memories than he does from when he was here before, so it makes sense that Finn would be more distant than before. He just needs time. And Rey is nothing if not patient, possibly to a fault.]

Yeah. Of course, yeah. [Is something wrong? Some worry starts to creep in through her side of the connection.] Where do you want to meet?

[There in lies Finn's issue, it's becoming slowly something more permanent and he doesn't like it. Especially when Kylo Ren ends up going to him for advice on stuff concerning Rey and Finn has no idea how she's doing.

So consider this him attempting to find their friendship again.] How about the Steambucks closest to the airyard?

[In Rey's defense, she went to Kylo for Force-related matters! Not really something Finn can help with, at least.]

Right. When?

[Yeah, once Finn told him that he hadn't really spoken to Rey lately the other guy just clammed on up.]

Whenever you're free? No rush, I mean, if you're busy. I'd just like to sit down and talk outside of work.

The ping from Kylo Ren across the amulets comes fairly early in the morning, but he honestly has little idea when Rey might be awake. Hopefully it's the right time, but either way he thinks she'll be fine with it, in the end.

Rey. Would you mind meeting me in the park?

Rey doesn't sleep much in general, preferring to nap a few times rather than dedicate a longer amount of time to sleeping, so she's awake when she hears Kylo's voice through the amulets.

I can. Now?

Good. So she was awake after all. Perhaps it meant all of this would go well... though he's careful not to set his expectations too high.

I'll be waiting, comes his simple response.

Whenever Rey heads to the park, she'll find Ren waiting at one of the picnic tables scattered around, wearing his typical sort of Verens garb and with a couple of boxes set in front of him, hands folded as he stares out across the grass and trees. He's certainly grateful for his reputation, because it means that for the most part the natives give him a wide berth—and as a result, a fair amount of privacy.

So far, Rey's only complaint is that he's picked a meeting place outside. She still isn't fond of the cold, and she's bundled up in at least a few layers when she arrives, though he may be pleased to note that some of the warm clothing he bought her last winter is included in the ensemble.

She slides into a free seat, this time the one across from him ~~she's learned her lesson!~~ and glances at the boxes before giving him a quizzical look.

"What's all this?"

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possibly earlier this month??

wonderful!

/o/ oh, how did you wanna call the end of the dream dust thread? no injuries for finn?

that's what i was thinking, yeah! sorry, i moved last month and lost track of some things

finn: exit stage left!!!

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