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walking in a winter wonderland

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Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!

Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at someone else's thread, either!

And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: HAVE FUN ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!

01.The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city.

Although even Florida can get chilly during the winter, a relative heat wave is sweeping through, resulting in an impromptu Beach Body Competition sponsored by a local gym. ImPorts who are the buffest of the buff all the way down to the super skinniest (competing in separate weight classes, of course) are likely to be urged to join in for some fun in the sun and the extra attention they garner from native fans.

Those who just aren't interested in competing might be called in to judge another competition down the beach: a youth sand-sculpting contest! Only one team can walk away with the grand prize of a laser tag package, but can you bring yourself to be harsh on those wide, hopeful eyes?

02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, with large numbers of citizens waiting to be awed by your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Synthetic wonder! Whatever you might be, those words have meaning here. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices or recently published PLoS papers. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face.

With Christmas coming, the producers behind a guerilla new reality show are hard at work getting new footage—starring you! Areas of the city with the most foot traffic have been absolutely blanketed in mistletoe. If you happen to pass beneath a sprig, you might find a small camera crew jumping out of nowhere, urging you to give the person next to you a smooch—and thanks to the strange radio waves coming out of the unit on the executive producer's wrist, you'll feel a little compelled to do so!

...except the compulsion isn't that strong, so those who don't kiss on the first meet can easily break out of it. Your next choice: give the camera crew a piece of your mind, or ask the would-be kissee out for coffee? They are pretty cute...

03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale. Everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls, and hostility against imPorts can spike. The emergence of locals with superpowers is hardly helping...

The downtown mall is tilting the balance solidly toward welcoming to imPorts with a Winter Welcome Festival. All the storefronts and many temporary kiosks occupied by local vendors are holding special sales, and newly arrived imPorts are given a coupon book to make the most of them. The food court has some free goodies for participants to mix and mingle.

Unfortunately, a local rogue with the alias of Klone Kringle is here to spoil the fun. After a small boom echoes throughout the mall, everything dissolves into chaos as dozens of copies of a man dressed in a polyester Santa Claus costume begin looting the retailers! The guns they wield that shoot snow and ice might not be lethal, but they can certainly slow you down (and give you a cold). Will you be the hero and help take down Kringle(s), or will you seize the opportunity to do some theft of your own?

04. Nonah, North Carolina, is the liveliest of all cities; loud, busy and there's always some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement.

Thanksgiving and Hanukkah have passed, Christmas and New Year's Eve are coming up, but what about holidays from home? This weekend, the Nonah Cultural Center is hosting a one-day event during which attendees can share stories of their traditions and celebrations (whether they are related to winter holidays or completely different ones) and sharing them with others, either on a small stage with a microphone or in individual recording booths, so that these tales of cultural traditions can be preserved for others to learn about. ImPorts from worlds that are not variants of Earth are particularly encouraged to attend. Small refreshment tables will also be open to those who speak.

05. Jeopardy, Nevada by all rights shouldn't exist. A glowing neon city smack in the middle of the desert, the only reason it's still here is that the central nuclear power plant has tapped half a mile down into a subterranean lake for its water supply. So though the desert around it may be barren, the occupants of this small city are happily self sufficient. Those weird figures you see out of the corner of your eyes? Don't worry too much. Probably just weird radiation after effects. Jeopardy has a lot of those.

Saturnalia is just around the corner and Jeopardy is in full festive swing! The seven-day marathon of festivities includes a parade, with a ((cw: arachnophobia)) very special float from the Web Mistress's church; a day long city-wide paintball game; an attempt to break the world record for largest bingo game with everyone playing in dead silence; and a feast!

The final feast, of course, comes with the main event: ritual sacrifice. Of course, no one actually wants to do anything quite so base, in 2018, so the sacrifice is more metaphorical than actual: the kids of North Jeopardy High have spent three months building a giant chocolate Santa tied up in ropes to be slaughtered and fed to the city at large! Bon appetit!

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"It was supposed to be for the rebels, basically. There were a lot of us at the time. I built it so that it could be easily defended - Hux was still a threat, and we get - well, weird things happen here, a lot. It was - -" He cut off, frowning as he tried to word it. "A lot of it was your idea. I mean - I wanted to build the base anyway, but you- you wanted a life here, so." It felt incredibly lame, put like that.

He pressed on.

"Anyway, it's built in detachable segments - each unit able to separate and move from the others. The idea was that way I could literally fly the units to another location, if we ever got attacked. A lot of the more permanent stuff - a lot of that stuff I built when I didn't know what else to do." He swallowed. He wanted so badly to be nothing but bravado and confidence and assurance - to be who Finn would remember and needed him to be - but the truth was he was just so tired.

"There's not a lot of us left. Skeets ported out a couple weeks ago. So it's me, Bodhi, Cassian, Kaytoo and Leia. They all have their own separate units, though. Skeets was living with Kaytoo before he disappeared." He really needed to stop talking, but his stupid ass power kept him going anyway. "Honestly, it feels like a ghost town, a lot, so if you decide you don't want to live there, I'll understand. But I planted a lot of damn tees."

A lot of that felt like a ramble, Finn only half knowing what he was talking about. He didn't know any of those names other than Leia and he was shocked that the base was built with Poe's power set in mind, but it had largely been his own idea? He'd wanted to settle here? In the face of no other options and no way to help out at home, that sounded about right. Damn shame he hadn't been able to see it before, whether he remembered or not.

"You planted trees?" Trees, nature, those weren't for a base. It sounded more like a homestead if that were the case.

The idea of trees was nice and he wanted to see this place, but none of that was the important part here. The government told him there was someplace in Heropa with his name on it if he bothered to go put himself in their system. While having a place away from everything was probably the smartest move he could make right now, he... didn't want that. Not that he'd even asked to move into this base with the trees. Poe just sort of tossed that one in his lap, probably out of obligation or something... Okay, that thought stung a little. "Would it be all right? If I wanted to, I mean?" Because this was a lot and not just for him.

"Yeah. Fruit trees. You--" The words caught in his throat and Poe had to swallow roughly around them. He was really skirting the line here, about what to say and what not to say, but he didn't want to lie.

"I didn't think it was worth it. I said that one or both of us would port out before the trees even started fruiting, but..." His voice got a little quieter. "You wanted them, so I planted them."

There was a quiet pause - no sound save the air whistling past them as they flew, before Finn spoke again, and Poe shot him a confused look.

"What? Why wouldn't it be alright? It's your home too, Finn." A beat, and then a slight hint of colour took his cheeks as he looked back out to the horizon. "Long as you want it, it's yours, memories or not."

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Fruit trees. Something useful, something people could use... Something even remotely permanent. That sounded a lot like what Finn would want at his own place someday, despite the fact he never had the chance to think about it before. Maybe he and this other Finn weren't so different, after all.

Then Poe had to go and be shocked that he wanted to double check on such a large and generous gift. There was still a little worry there about who Poe really wanted to share it with, but that was not a black hole he wanted to go down. For now, all he knew was that Poe was still trying to give him things.

A little smile slipped through. "Thank you," he said softly. "And thank you for the trees." Poe planted them even without him there. No matter what the other Finn might have thought, the gesture meant a lot to him.

He didn't catch the smile, gaze still stubbornly set on the horizon, but the soft tone made his cheeks feel a little warmer.

Dammit, Dameron. You need to let it go.

"Hey, like I said, gave me something to do," he said, rolling a shoulder in a shrug that was absolutely just him trying to play off how much it meant to him, too. How for the first time in six months those trees finally felt worth it.

"... But you're welcome."

Even if it was just something to do, he chose to do that. Finn didn't try to probe harder at it, though, not even considering it had anywhere near the same amount of meaning to Poe. In Finn's mind, it meant that he managed to leave a mark somewhere, that he made a little bit of a difference, and that someone remembered his name enough to do it in the first place. That was a lot. More than he dared believe he could have before Jakku.

He held BB-8 a little tighter, resting his chin on the dome while watching the sky go by. "How far away is this base with the trees?" Heropa was long gone, after all, and he was a little eager now.

BB-8 burbled something low and comforting that was obviously meant for Finn, so Poe didn't reply to it. He just replied to Finn, instead.

"Yeah, we're almost there. I took the long way since otherwise we'd have to Porter hop between cities, which means lines and checks and all that. Easier to get around this way."

But he wasn't lying, and a few minutes later he pointed to a patch of forest that, well, looked like any other patch of forest. But once they flew over it, Finn could finally see the base, below. Off to one side was a little field full of tiny, leafless trees all stacked in rows, between twenty and thirty of them. The orchard. The entire thing was surrounded by woods, and just a single road led off away from the base.

Poe flew down and then hovered a couple feet above the ground to let Finn off.

"Well? What do you think?"

Finn slowly got off of the carpet with not much thought to it, more drawn into the place than doing anything consciously. "You did all of this?" The buildings themselves looked incredible, all one structure but clearly separated into units, just like he said. Then there were the surrounding woods with one road leading in and out, accounting for privacy and peace. And the orchard was full of small trees, far more than Finn actually believed he'd planted.

"This is-..." He found himself more awestruck at this than the flying carpet. This was something he'd always halfway dreamed of, a notion of want but totally intangible. No matter what Poe said, it didn't really feel like his. But he could visit, be here, live here if he wanted. Make it his. "This is wonderful," he finally said, the words somewhere between hoarse and wistful. Then he smiled, not willing to get all serious again so soon, not with something so good as this. "It's nice."

He was still seated on the carpet, watching Finn too closely to be casual, and visibly relaxing when Finn expressed his appreciation. A lopsided smile slid to his lips and he stood up before finally letting the carpet settle on the ground. BB-8 rolled off with a cheerful whistle.

"Welcome to Base One," He said, still smiling, as he rolled up the carpet. "Uh - originally you and I were going to share a unit, but we've got plenty of spares, so you can take whatever one of those you want." He pointed to one on the ground floor. "That's the common mess for when you want to hang out with anyone else, or for shared meals or whatever. But otherwise you can have as much privacy as you want."

The Resistance didn't have a lot in the way of privacy, and he doubted the First Order did either. "Come on. I'll show you my place and drop this off, then I can give you the full tour."

He had only just been considering the pros and cons of staying on this base, but Finn still wanted to jump at the chance to share a unit. It was certainly preferable to being by himself, especially right now with all of the doubt and guilt and panic on the edge of his vision, but maybe his own space was better. He didn't really know, but if Poe just tossed him in one direction or the other, he'd live with the decision taken from him.

Maybe he shouldn't be okay with other people making decisions for him anymore, but he was exhausted so whatever. Not tired enough to not see Base One, though.

"I like the name," he said with his own smile, finally warming up again. "Any particular reason you picked this area? That's not a complaint, by the way." It was quiet out here.

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"We're just outside Nonah - we were both stationed there the first time. Me, then you a month later. But they put us in the same house anyway." He was walking while he talked, having relaxed a little bit. Maybe things would be okay. Finn had been his best friend, before everything else. Poe could still be that for him, right? He could try not to fuck that one up.

"Didn't want to go too far from the city, so I found this spot. We're about a fifteen minute drive from city limits, but it's only a five minute flight. It was convenient." He started the stairs, carpet bobbing a little ridiculously as he climbed. Usually, he didn't climb at all, but. Today was special. "The original idea was we didn't want it to be found. The truce hadn't really been solidified yet, we were half afraid that Kylo Ren might show up at any moment and wreck everything. So, secret base. I'd made a hell of a lot of money doing some very stupid things that you will likely be immediately bombarded with as soon as you take a look on the Internet - but this was the only thing I could think of to do with it. That or build an X-Wing, but they don't have anywhere near the tech required to even think about doing that."

The thought of Kylo Ren coming over and destroying this place was not a good one, but Poe seemed comfortable here so it must be safe from him. Finn was still reminded that he should be worried that he and Hux were here at all but pushed that aside, too. If there was a truce that even they were holding up, then what did it matter? Prepare for the worst, hope for the best.

"You made enough money to build all this? Man, what did they have you doing?" He made a mental note to look it up later, kind of worried. Stunts? Smuggling? Something worse? Something better?

"Sorry about the X-Wing, though." Poe had said they didn't have things here that left atmo, right? Finn remembered that in one of the rougher conversations. At least Poe wasn't completely grounded.

"Television." He says it in the same way someone might say 'shovelling bantha dung'.

"And it's alright. Think it would just make me miss home more than it would help in the end, anyway."

They got to the top of the stairs, and Poe said a quiet "Shit--" as he saw he groceries that he had completely forgotten about just sitting outside his door. He stepped over to pick them up again. "Sorry, kind of ran off to get you before I even finished my previous thought. Gimme a sec."

Groceries in one arm, he startled fumbling around in his pocket for his key card, before swiping it over the pad. The door slid open with a satisfying woosh, and he stepped inside.

One thing of note was that despite living here for nearly eight months, his unit was still weirdly impersonal. There was a small kitchen off to the right, a living room to the left. The only real personal items in either were a half finished bottle of wine on the counter and a stack of DVDs near the TV. Straight ahead, a hallway led to three more doors, but Poe went into the kitchen, first.

"You're probably freezing, so feel free to grab a jacket - they're in the closet, there." He gestured as he set the groceries down. "Ah, damn, is the milk even going to be okay if I left it out this long..."

Finn squinted at him after he answered the question. Entertainment? ... Huh.

With the groceries and the carpet, Poe looked like he was juggling too many things but he had the door open before Finn could offer his help. That said, it was pretty endearing that Poe just put everything else aside to go meet him. Finn was getting a little overwhelmed in the face of Poe's affection and friendliness. A good overwhelmed. Not like the rest of this place.

Once getting inside, Finn realized he had expected something else, but not totally sure what. There weren't as many... things as he expected a home to have, but it was still pretty nice. Very own kitchen and everything.

His thoughts were interrupted by the offer, and he wasn't in the mood to argue the point in the least. He was cold and had at least managed to clean up a little on the Falcon after his misadventures in a burning Star Destroyer then Crait. "I lost the other jacket, you know," he said, raising his voice to carry from the closet to the kitchen. "Didn't have much choice at the time but still. I appreciate you giving it back to me, though." He had lost Poe's pants and boots, too, but the shirt was still hanging on to him. Finn grabbed a dark jacket at random and bundled up, not shocked that it fit him well. "Thanks for trusting me with another one." For now. He should give this one back before it got lost, too, somehow.

"It's just a jacket," Poe said, a little too casually. He'd literally been stabbing himself with staples trying to fix it when he got ported here, but he wasn't going to admit that. In the end it was really only because he wanted to fix Finn but couldn't.

"It probably looked terrible anyway. Can't sew to save my life."

He finished putting the food away and padded back into the living room, giving a sideways smile at Finn in the jacket. "Yeah, don't worry about it. What's mine is yours. Sometimes very literally, since we basically shared a closet for a while there. Anyway--" he gestured for Finn to follow him down the hall.

"Bathroom - with a real actual water shower, I will add -" Pointing at the first door. "Laundry room," pointing at the second, "Bedroom." Pointed at the third. He nudged the door open, and this apparently was where all of Poe's personality had gone. Little model planes hung from the ceiling, and one was not quite assembled on the desk. Even his sheets had jets on them. He had a pretty large closet, wide open, and with some very odd clothes, but most of them ran in his usual browns, blacks and creams. There was only one bed, and only one bedroom.

"You need any clothes or whatever, feel free to raid the closet."

"You said something like that last time. I thought it looked good, though." Made him look a little more badass, and he certainly had no concerns about walking around that casino with it... Damn, he missed that jacket.

Finn could have argued that he didn't have to share his clothes anymore, but then Poe mentioned the actual water showers and took his attention away again. He had to try that out.

At the sight of the bedroom, he smiled. Now this is what he had expected out of a home. And... wow, it fit Poe way too well. The model planes alone were an incredible touch, like Poe just couldn't help but be an absolute nerd. "Those are pretty cool," he admitted, pointing vaguely at the ones hanging from the ceiling. "And thank you. Again. Hopefully, I won't have to keep taking your stuff."

But Poe had said that they shared a closet once, probably alluding to the clothes he gave Finn after- Well, no. He didn't know about that, yet. They must have shared one while staying in the city. Speaking of, he blinked and wondered where Poe had planned to put him when designing this unit with them both in mind. There was only one bedroom, but surely if he thought it out beforehand he would have-

He blinked again. Recalling that Poe planted something like thirty trees and built an entire house for him after he was gone. The exceedingly long, hard hug when they met up. The unwillingness to tell him details about his life here before. How easily that I love you fell out of his mouth. But, uh- No. No, he was looking for something that wasn't there. Poe would never. Not with him. Maybe they'd just gotten closer. That was believable. That was nice enough.

But it was obvious after the smile swept from Finn's face that he was coming to a massive realization even if he didn't voice it or quite believe it.

Poe, probably out of a determination to stop reminding himself of stuff that no longer existed, was already heading back towards the living room, and completely missed the expression on Finn's face.

"You really don't have to worry about it. It's all just stuff. Force knows I have tons of it. You should see all the paintings I have stored away after Maxwell ported out. I keep meaning to put one up but don't quite have the heart to." He turned, heading to a box in the coat closet and fished out another key card.

"Come on, let's find a place to set you up. High or low?"

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And then Poe just... totally left the room to talk about a painter named Maxwell and offer him a different unit. He blinked hard, confused as hell and almost certain he'd been making things up. It was clear enough that there was a lot he was missing, but it definitely sounded like he and Poe had grown closer. As much as he wanted to make that connection again, asking to stay in the one bedroom unit that he must have mistaken as the aforementioned shared one probably wasn't the best idea.

Right. He... followed after Poe with one last look to the model planes.

"Wherever there's room is fine," he said then quickly reconsidered. "Actually, is there one free with a good view of the orchard?" His other self had wanted them planted, after all. Maybe he had to reconnect with that guy before he could figure Poe out. And besides that, he wanted to be near enough to see them every day, watch them grow, remind himself there wasn't a war to fight here.

If it felt like being jerked around it was because Poe was jerking himself around, desperately wanting to put things back the way they were and knowing at the same time that he couldn't. He'd needed to get out of there before he made it weird by just blurting out that he could stay here, in his bed, it was fine, he'd take the couch--

He felt a very sharp pang in his chest, thinking about trying to explain that to a very different stormtrooper.

And 622 was something else he was going to have to tell Finn about.

Force, he was tired. He passed the key to BB-8, who beeped and then fiddled with it before passing it back. "Alright, this'll open my place as well as all the empty ones - I think there's a pretty good view of the orchard from the one right next to mine, actually." There was probably a better view from somewhere else, but. Sue him, this was the one he thought of first.

The fact that Finn cared about the orchard at all kept making his chest squeeze with something almost painful. He couldn't tell if he was really happy about it or upset. In the end there wasn't a lot of difference.

He stepped back outside - the temperature drop significant, and headed to the closest unit.

It was the best of both, really. A place for himself and somewhere close to Poe. He had never lived by himself before, but maybe it wouldn't really feel like it with so many people nearby. Or, hell, maybe he'd end up finding it preferable.

Time alone to sort through everything was something he both looked forward to and dreaded.

Outside, he hugged the jacket closer to himself and silently followed. A part of him which was reminded how lovely this place was wanted to thank Poe again. A larger part didn't want to have the Friendliness vs Obligation debate. At least, not until he was alone.

It wasn't far, and Poe swiped his own card to open the door before stepping in. The unit looked identical to his, save that it was pretty barren, and the heat obviously wasn't on because it was just as cold inside as it was outside. But Poe stepped over to a box on the wall and hit a few numbers before a low hum started to fill the room.

"I know it's not much to look at," he murmured by way of apology as he stepped further in. "But they're all basically the same. You can link two of them together to make a bigger one, but, it ends up feeling like a bit too much space. Everything feels like a bit too much space on this planet, I swear. Even our house on Yavin is tiny compared to a lot of the houses they have out here."

He padded his way to the bathroom, still rambling about stupid shit like houses and indoor plumbing while his brain was firmly stuck on how do I tell him I'm seeing someone. It wasn't that he wanted to be stuck on that question - he would very much like to ignore that whole thing entirely - but he also felt like he had to, as soon as possible, before his power made him or someone else say something instead--

"There we go, hot water's working. You can grab some towels from my place." Finn had probably bought some of them in the first place anyway. "You should be able to see the orchard pretty well from the bedroom, if you want to check."

Poe was rambling again, and Finn wasn't beside himself to interrupt. He kind of liked the babbling even if he was having a hard time understanding and keeping up. Whether it was because he was so tired or this place or something else, he didn't know. Again, it was a good kind of overwhelmed.

At Poe's urging, Finn went to the bedroom (much less interesting and inviting than Poe's) and broke into a big smile at the promised view. "This is great, Poe. I love it," he said with a laugh, hoping his voice carried but not sure he'd been heard.

So he left the room to find him again. "This whole place is great. I know what you said before, but it's a lot. Thank you. Anything I can do to help out around here?"

Helping would make him feel better about it. Sort of earn his keep. It wasn't like he remembered that this place was his before. Besides, he'd been a janitorial handyman with the Order. Might be useful here.

Poe had followed, just enough so he could get a glance of Finn silhouetted against the window, calling back to him with a laugh. It was awful. If by awful he meant amazing and perfect and a little too good to be true.

He'd be ready this time, he thought. He'd be ready for the inevitable day when either he or Finn disappeared again. It wasn't going to destroy him like it did the last time. He wasn't going to let it.

This wasn't a place to build anything that lasted.

He smiled when Finn turned back around.

"Trust me, there's plenty you can do. This place takes a lot of upkeep. BB-8 can help you figure out what to do there - he's the one who keeps me on task, at least. But just - let yourself settle in, first, alright? There's a lot we can do, once you've found you feet. A lot of people I want you to meet."

There was a pause, just long enough to be unnatural, before his brain just said just fucking say something, you coward. He cleared his throat.

"Uh - one person in particular, that I- yeah. I think you'll like him. I think you have a lot in common, and he's-- yeah. He's just - really great." Cool. Awesome. Amazing. Super fucking suave, Dameron, you moron. He felt a subtle heat rise to his cheeks. "But it can wait. You should get settled in, first."

"If you say so," Finn replied to the prospect of settling in but did so with a smile. He definitely wanted to get some rest and try to think things through. Maybe not too much of either, though.

He also gave a subtle thumbs up to BB-8, planning to learn binary at the earliest opportunity, when Poe kept talking. Finn perked up at the idea of meeting this one person in particular, though it sounded like... he had an ulterior motive? If he'd been on Earth for longer than a couple of hours, he'd wonder if Poe was trying to set him up with someone. But again, ridiculous. His brain was just too tired to figure out Poe right now.

Instead, he smiled brightly and spoke sincerely, taking the comment for the face value it was. "That sounds awesome. Whenever you want, Poe. To be honest, I don't think I can take much downtime." Ah- Hm... Yeah, Poe's power sucked a little. He decided to not say as much, though, and just take the hit for being an awkward guy who said dumb things and spoke too much. But, uh, he shrugged to make up for it. "I'll find things to do until then. Right, BB-8?"

"Yeah, trust me, I get that," Poe said emphatically, not even realising it was something that Finn hadn't meant to say. He hated downtime. And Force knew he had too much of it.

"Your folder should have your assigned job in it," he pointed out, though didn't ask further because those get assigned through app acceptances, so he just blew right past it. "But there's a couple other things I want to show you, if you don't just want to crash."

He could have tried to further explain the whole 622 situation, but his burst of courage had been used up already and his brain was telling him that it was fine to leave it to later, now. It'd be fine!!

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