Forget all your troubles

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.

There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.

As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]

Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.

Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy

However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.

We eagerly await to meet you.

-Your Host

[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.

Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.

But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]

Comments

[hasit]

We were. We were listening, and we used those plans to destroy that big, awful thing.

[Y'know. The one her shithead son tried to emulate. It's fine.]

You must be awfully shaken...would you like to sit down?

[astronomics]

[ It's gone. Her father's last wish, his legacy... any other day she'd question this, but right now she's happy to accept that Leia Organa, but from the future, is here and... ]

That would be good.

[ And sit she does. ]

I was... last I remember we were on Scarif. Everyone was... gone, except for me and Cassian. And the Death Star had... fired on us.

[hasit]

...Oh.

[Leia sits, too, and blinks a few times; she hadn't considered that it would be so fresh for Jyn, something that had happened forty years ago for Leia.]

I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine how that felt.

[She can only think of how it felt to watch Alderaan as the Death Star obliterated it. Her home.]

[astronomics]

I... we just had to hope it worked. That it was worth it. And...

[ She looks around. ]

This isn't where I made myself ready to go.

[hasit]

...I wouldn't think so, no.

[One corner of Leia's mouth lifts, a weak but hopeful little smile.]

If it makes you feel better, I think most of us are in the same predicament, here.

[astronomics]

Probably.

[ She frowns. ]

How far ahead of... that are you?

[hasit]

Oh... [She does the math in her head, nodding side to side for a moment.] It's been thirty years, at least.

[astronomics]

Thirty years... good to know the galaxy manages to survive that long.

[hasit]

It does. And it will.

[She's like. Reasonably sure. If her shithead son doesn't fuck it up first.]

[astronomics]

[ We can only hope. ]

What... do people say about my father?

[hasit]

That he was one of the most brilliant engineers the Galaxy had ever seen. That without him, there might not have even been a possibility of the Death Star's destruction.

[Slowly, Leia reaches over, trying to take Jyn's hand if she can.]

Both you and your father are owed a great debt.

[astronomics]

[ One hand does take Leia's, but the other one strays up towards her neck.

No, there's no reason why they'd talk about her mother. ]

Good. At... at least they know. They remember the others too, right? Baze, Chirrut, Cassian?

[hasit]

[Leia's giving that hand a little squeeze, a comforting gesture, and nodding.]

All duly recognized.