It's been six days since accidentally becoming trapped in Cassian's apartment and eight days since she actually arrived. More than a week together and they haven't killed each other, despite not being able to leave the house -- admittedly Cassian has left the house to get groceries but Jyn's stupid immune system means she is trapped at (his) home, sitting on the fire escape dreaming about when freedom of movement will come back from the war.
Today, while Cassian was working from home and she was slowly losing her mind from boredom, she has tidied up. Her own space is still a little messy, clothes under the bed and the like, but the dishes are done, she put her toothbrush back in her room and made sure there was no hair in the shower drain and then while she was there she cleaned the shower and put all of Cassian's toiletries in the order she knows he likes. She had discovered long ago that it was the order in which he uses them, which is cute. And then, while she was there, she cleaned the toilet and the sink and made sure there was extra toilet paper at the ready. Then she'd moved on the kitchen and the living room and the tiny closet that counted as his laundry room, fetching her clean clothes and folding his neatly in the basket. To be so bored she has resorted to cleaning is a new low for her.
Zapata watches her with what can only be described as a dubious expression, even as her tail wags cheerfully at being noticed. "What? What else am I supposed to do, watch 24 hours of Law & Order SVU? I'm not that pathetic."
She's getting close.
Instead she cleans out the bloody fridge, which is when she finds the mix and match six pack of hard seltzer that must have been in there since before they broke up. Zapata looks at her now with suspicion.
"What! I can drink." Can she though? She glances at the clock, Cassian will be done with work in a half hour (or more), she'll put everything back, clean, and then reward herself with a drink. Or maybe all of them, test out that liver function. Once the fridge is spotless and the clock on the stove turns to five o'clock, Jyn cracks open the first drink. It's science!
Edited (just taking out an extra word and spelling) 2020-04-19 05:07 (UTC)
It's amazing the variety of work from home capabilities NASA has. Cassian spends most of his time running numbers in an office, but when the outbreak hits, his office becomes his house. He's not a social creature by default, but he does miss his friends - even if it took him almost a year of working there to admit they were his friends.
He gets to go outside to shop, to walk his dog, but the streets are far emptier than usual (which is good!). He doesn't order as much takeout, which is also probably good, but he does try to support all of his favorite places within walking distance.
The biggest change of all comes in the form of Jyn Erso currently living at his house.
Her accident and follow up surgery have left her immuno-compromised, and she was staying with him already as a favor to Bodhi when the lockdown first hit so she just... never left. For her safety. He knows she wouldn't be a moron like some people, but she wouldn't be able to avoid going out entirely if she was by herself.
His timed work hours technically end, but he runs a few minutes over to finish up a particularly annoying calculation. When he finally steps out of his room to witness his dog regarding his current housemate with suspicion as she chugs down a white claw he honestly forgot he had shoved in the back of his fridge. It's gross, he hates it, it was Jyn's thing and he never shoved it off on anyone else.
As if to explain, she reaches into his junk drawer -- which is exceedingly neat still considering the name -- and pulls out the mini breathalyzer. It had been a joke gift ages ago because Cassian is so conscientious about people not driving drunk, because he is a good friend, but now it is part of her experiment.
"My liver function is lower, right? So I don't have the tolerance I used to and this shit is 5%. So if we see how many White Claws it takes for me to be legally drunk, we can do the math to see how many drinks it would take if it was gin or mezcal." It's math, he likes math!
"So if I drink one, wait 15 minutes, it'll have hit my bloodstream and I can use this little guy." She shakes the breathalyzer before gesturing to the notepad on his counter with her start time of the drink (5:01pm) and a column for breathalyzer times and results. It's science if you take notes. "Repeat until .08, that's the experiment."
His frown deepens, not in unhappiness so much as confusion and concern.
"Are you trying to lure me in with math and science as an excuse to get drunk? Are you really that bored?"
She got him with the math..... even when he's not on the job, he loves playing around with numbers and calculations. It doesn't quite outweigh his concern, even if she is over her surgery and is mostly healed, but! Her liver function is lower! Which leads him back around to they should test it, and he supposes he would rather it be in a responsible environment.
What is this quarantine life?? "Did you already start drinking?"
The answer to his first two questions are resounding yeses, but she doesn't answer, shrugging as if to let him make his own decisions on that front. She can tell the gears are turning in his brain and she knows it's better to let him work it out for himself than interrupt.
If Cassian needs clarification, he will ask. He's much better at communication than she is.
But then he gets to the most important question and Jyn grins, shifting the box of wheat thins she was considering before she decided food would ruin the experiment, to reveal her half empty first can. "I absolutely did."
She reveals the can like a prize on a game show, and Cassian sighs, and rolls his eyes, so it's basically the jackpot win.
"Only because I would rather you test it in a controlled environment." It's not direct agreement, but it's as good as she's gonna get. "The wheat thins will skew the data, so I you have not had any."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
realists) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ohnofeelstho2018-12-15 08:15 pm
i want a world where everything lights up because i'm in it
Today, while Cassian was working from home and she was slowly losing her mind from boredom, she has tidied up. Her own space is still a little messy, clothes under the bed and the like, but the dishes are done, she put her toothbrush back in her room and made sure there was no hair in the shower drain and then while she was there she cleaned the shower and put all of Cassian's toiletries in the order she knows he likes. She had discovered long ago that it was the order in which he uses them, which is cute. And then, while she was there, she cleaned the toilet and the sink and made sure there was extra toilet paper at the ready. Then she'd moved on the kitchen and the living room and the tiny closet that counted as his laundry room, fetching her clean clothes and folding his neatly in the basket. To be so bored she has resorted to cleaning is a new low for her.
Zapata watches her with what can only be described as a dubious expression, even as her tail wags cheerfully at being noticed. "What? What else am I supposed to do, watch 24 hours of Law & Order SVU? I'm not that pathetic."
She's getting close.
Instead she cleans out the bloody fridge, which is when she finds the mix and match six pack of hard seltzer that must have been in there since before they broke up. Zapata looks at her now with suspicion.
"What! I can drink." Can she though? She glances at the clock, Cassian will be done with work in a half hour (or more), she'll put everything back, clean, and then reward herself with a drink. Or maybe all of them, test out that liver function. Once the fridge is spotless and the clock on the stove turns to five o'clock, Jyn cracks open the first drink. It's science!
no subject
He gets to go outside to shop, to walk his dog, but the streets are far emptier than usual (which is good!). He doesn't order as much takeout, which is also probably good, but he does try to support all of his favorite places within walking distance.
The biggest change of all comes in the form of Jyn Erso currently living at his house.
Her accident and follow up surgery have left her immuno-compromised, and she was staying with him already as a favor to Bodhi when the lockdown first hit so she just... never left. For her safety. He knows she wouldn't be a moron like some people, but she wouldn't be able to avoid going out entirely if she was by herself.
His timed work hours technically end, but he runs a few minutes over to finish up a particularly annoying calculation. When he finally steps out of his room to witness his dog regarding his current housemate with suspicion as she chugs down a white claw he honestly forgot he had shoved in the back of his fridge. It's gross, he hates it, it was Jyn's thing and he never shoved it off on anyone else.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?"
no subject
As if to explain, she reaches into his junk drawer -- which is exceedingly neat still considering the name -- and pulls out the mini breathalyzer. It had been a joke gift ages ago because Cassian is so conscientious about people not driving drunk, because he is a good friend, but now it is part of her experiment.
"My liver function is lower, right? So I don't have the tolerance I used to and this shit is 5%. So if we see how many White Claws it takes for me to be legally drunk, we can do the math to see how many drinks it would take if it was gin or mezcal." It's math, he likes math!
"So if I drink one, wait 15 minutes, it'll have hit my bloodstream and I can use this little guy." She shakes the breathalyzer before gesturing to the notepad on his counter with her start time of the drink (5:01pm) and a column for breathalyzer times and results. It's science if you take notes. "Repeat until .08, that's the experiment."
no subject
"Are you trying to lure me in with math and science as an excuse to get drunk? Are you really that bored?"
She got him with the math..... even when he's not on the job, he loves playing around with numbers and calculations. It doesn't quite outweigh his concern, even if she is over her surgery and is mostly healed, but! Her liver function is lower! Which leads him back around to they should test it, and he supposes he would rather it be in a responsible environment.
What is this quarantine life?? "Did you already start drinking?"
no subject
If Cassian needs clarification, he will ask. He's much better at communication than she is.
But then he gets to the most important question and Jyn grins, shifting the box of wheat thins she was considering before she decided food would ruin the experiment, to reveal her half empty first can. "I absolutely did."
no subject
"Only because I would rather you test it in a controlled environment." It's not direct agreement, but it's as good as she's gonna get. "The wheat thins will skew the data, so I you have not had any."