meadowlarklogs | sweet vermouth, now you're telling me the truth

[ it's late — ish. they're all home, they've had dinner, there's a few empty beer bottles on the coffee table. while they're not doing anything, they've all found some comfortable place in the living room to not do things together... together. daisy sprawled out across the length of the sofa, her head in illya's lap as he reads the news through his implant; jyn sitting on a barstool by the kitchen counter, tending to her herbs on the planter; cassian, in one of the chairs, pretending as if he's not actually just watching them all.

it's cozy, in a way. there's something playing on the holoscreen, though daisy can't remember who threw up the connection; a news report, some twenty-four-hour channel desperate for views, rambles on about some tragedy in a poorer area of town. it strikes a thought, and so daisy turns off the feed, a switch to silence that catches everyone's attention. ]

I'm gonna ask you a question, and I want everybody to be honest. [ no secrets. ] Has anyone here not killed a man before?

[ she kind of knows the answer already, but. it's a question worth asking. ]

[ he's been trying to keep up with as much as he can about the aftermath of the emp blast now that some things have started to settle. public opinion of those like him is rather low and it doesn't look to be improving at all. disappointing.

he's been going through the different stories for awhile but still was cognizant enough to realize that daisy had settled herself beside him and then against his lap. after she'd gotten herself comfortable, he'd dropped a hand down to stroke against her side lightly, pleased that she was here tonight and not trying to work.

her question is surprising enough that he closes what he's reading and looks down at her. ]

Interesting after dinner conversation.

[ but he supposes he can answer. ]

My answer is no. I have killed a man.

[ flippantly: ] I'm about to kill someone.

[ that doesn't answer the question however and daisy asked them to be honest and jyn does try to be honest with her roommates. its one of the reasons she finds so much comfort in their home. if two taciturn spies, a sarcastic superhero, and an argumentative asshole can be a cohesive unit then all hope is not lost.

she tends her tarragon like a loving mother. ]

My hands are not clean, don't worry.

[ cassian wishes he had something to pull up in front of his face! it's always so weird to just... read while you're staring off at nothing because it's all neural. he especially doesn't want to look at anyone after daisy's question. ]

[ ugh gross he doesn't wanna talk about himself. ]

I have been involved in wars for twenty years. It would be impossible to avoid.

[ he has killed many many men, in many many ways. his hands are super not clean. ]

[ she didn't expect anyone's answer to be no, but it's nice to get the affirmative so cleanly. it makes the next part of this much easier to broach. without pushback on such a simple question, she can expect honesty to continue on without much encouragement. ]

I want to play a game. Someone say something they haven't done, and if you have, take a drink.

[ she'll even get up and make someone a drink, if they don't still have one. ]

That is a game?

[ it sounds like a convenient way to get intoxicated but he cannot deny that he isn't trying to think of something he's never done. ]

I have never sung in the shower.

[ it is the first thing that comes to mind because he knows of someone else who has done that and recently so it happens to be fresh in his mind. ]

I fell asleep in the bath last night, but I don't sing.

[ she never had the time! sonic showers were and in and out deal, water showers were for the rich. now she is the rich and she sleeps in bathtubs.

she's gonna die in a bathtub and it will haunt her like william howard taft. ]

[ cassian has no drink and makes no sign of getting up to get a drink. it reminds him a little of games rebels would play, including himself once upon a time. ]

[ but! again! gross! talking about himself! it's not like he dislikes anyone in this room, but there's barely things he admits to himself, why would he admit them to others?? ]

Cannot say I have either. [ showers are quick! in and out, for proficiency! ]

What? It's relaxing. And Jyn hums in the bathtub, so...

[ daisy takes the drink. it's good-natured, but she does mutter asshole under her breath as she sits up, legs swinging off the couch so that she can stand up and head back into the kitchen. from the fridge, she pulls three beers; one for herself, since her current one is nearly empty after illya's absentmindedly drank half of it over the course of the evening, one for said drink-stealer, and the last for cassian, who will never admit to needing a drink but who will take one if it's put in his hand. jyn has her own, and is also close enough to the kitchen to get a refill if she wants one. ]

Part of the game, grandpa, [ is her encouragement. deal with it.

as she settles back down on the couch, this time cross-legged against the opposite arm rest, she poses the follow-up. ]

Never have I ever willingly slept in a closet.

[ ok miss erso ]

[ cassian doesn't know how to relax, daisy. ]

We have bright windows, [ jyn protests, flipping daisy off even as she takes a swig of her own drink before she sliiiiiiiides off the stool to pad into the living room proper and sink down on the floor in front of cassian's seat.

it's true! floor to ceiling windows are great until it's the middle of the afternoon and she wants to nap without pulling the blinds. ]

Closet's better than most places I've slept honestly.

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I have avoided closets thus far.

[ so, he doesn't drink despite having another drink pressed into his hand. this game is rather easy, isn't it? he hasn't done a lot of things so perhaps that means he will win.

that's how this game works, correct? ]

Too small.

[ he DOES relax a little when jyn sits near him, but he doesn't... reach out for her like he might normally. he's still?? trying to figure out?? where the touching boundaries are now?? ]

[ he does not take a drink, because he has some clarifications! ]

Does it count as willing if it was your only option?

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[ good question. ]

Half a drink. [ and then, in solidarity: ] I used to sleep in a van. It was about as big as my closet now.

[ to be fair, though, daisy would still sleep in a van today if she didn't have someone else in her bed. or even if she did. illya's just too tall for that van, though. ]

Jyn, your turn to go.

[ jyn: what's a van?
also jyn: googles van ]

I've never... [ jyn realizes, again because this is not new information for her, that she has had a wildly abnormal life and she doesn't really know what normal people may or may not have experienced. never have i ever not gone to prison?

she flounders briefly. ]

Gone to school.

[ ah. well, that is something he is going to have to drink for as he'd attended russian schools before and after his family had fallen into disgrace. so, he takes a quick sip of the beer before shrugging. ]

You were not missing much.

[ school was boring and a waste of time. just got in the way. ]

[ he can't for the life of him figure out why he doesn't just get up and walk away, but he... continues to play along instead. ]

[ he takes half a sip for the closet thing, and avoids taking a drink for school. formal education??? haha don't know her. not when you join an anarchist cell when you are six! ]

[ he supposes by the natural order of things, it's his turn? ]

I have never... [ he stares at his beer, not sure what innocuous thing he can bring up. ] Stolen a house in a dream.

[ :D ]

[ though daisy takes two (yes, two!) sips from her beer, there's an air of begrudging agreement to it. as if she knows she's supposed to do it, but how dare they be this good at this game already!

as explanation: ] I dropped out.

[ to pursue ~~a modeling career~~ absolutely nothing. ]

And technically this is an apartment.

[ and, now, it is technically her turn. but she wants illya to go, thus her next statement. ]

I have never made up a fake job for a cover story.

[ jyn also drinks because she was a co-thief, but she snorts into it when daisy makes her claim and elbows cassian in the shin. ]

Ha, Cassian has to drink too.

[ does she know this is fact? no. but she knows. ]

[ he wrinkles his nose, because cassian knows this is aimed at illya, but he finds himself glad it's not take a drink for every fake job. ]

[ force he's had so many. ]

[ with a sigh, he takes a drink, nudging jyn in the back with his leg. hit for a hit. ]

[ mumbling: ] Too many fake jobs.

[ while he does not drink for cassian's question, daisy's causes him to pause before he wonders: ]

Is it a fake job if it is something someone actually hired me to do?

[ would that not make the job legitimate? he'd had a few people come to him for fashion advice so why was he drinking. ]

I think that makes it a real job.

Who hired you? Is there someone who desperately needs help matching their turtlenecks?

[ inquiring minds want to know. ]

It doesn't matter who. The fact is that someone did indeed employ my services and I provided them. The name doesn't matter. They were happy with my suggestions in the end.

[ so there. ]

And you should talk about clothing. Every article you own is brown.

[ snap. ]

[ jyn hauls up the hem of her TAN tee shirt and flashes illya her baby blue bra a la she's the man because fuck you. it matches her black and blue bruises so there, she wears loads of color. ]

Think again mate.

[ jyn has the excuse of being childish by being the youngest in the room. illya has no excuse. ]

I really did not need to see that.

[ HE IS SO SCANDALIZED NOW. ]

Congratulations on owning a color.

[ not that he was that much better. most of his wardrobe was black with a few scatterings of color throw in. ]

[ daisy rolls her eyes so hard it's a miracle they don't pop out of her skull. ]

Illya, drink. Helping someone find a dress for dinner is not the same thing, and you know it.

[ you dumb spy. ]

Also, it's your turn to say a thing.

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