[ she could probably go in late one day, ostensibly because she forgot something, and look around with her partner who only came because it was so late, but. as far as work goes, jyn does not linger. ]
[ fair enough. rather than push the point, daisy opts to tuck the second wrap (in theory, bought to bring back to someone else, but possibly one that will wind up as her snack later on) into the inner pocket of her blazer. satisfied, she gestures for jyn to follow her out of the plaza and out onto the main street.
they'd had intention of eating, and now they've eaten, but if she goes home now she'll sleep herself into a coma. better to walk off her food, explore a little while she's at it. daisy picks a familiar path, slow enough that jyn can easily follow along, and wanders until they've left the majority of the post-work crowd behind. ]
There's a shrine up here, just past an old news shop.
[ newspapers were obviously not en vogue anymore, but selling odds and ends never went out of style. ]
[ jyn hasn't done much exploring tbh. she knows the quickest route from the apartment to the giant penis that is her office building, she knows the closest grocers and the nicest park, and she knows where the poor part of town starts, but those are her personal basics. ]
I'm not religious.
[ did she move in with someone who is lowkey into religion because that will be a terrible knowledge bomb. ]
[ daisy waves a hand, vaguely dismissive. it's not a religious thing. well, it's not religious for her. obviously the definition of shrine is that it's religious for somebody.
but that's not the point, and jyn will see that fairly quickly as they approach. this shrine, like quite a few others dotted around the city, bears the image of a woman — a woman that looks strikingly familiar to the one currently smiling rather ridiculously in jyn's direction. ]
[ with a bit of backstory that's way too depressing for a lunch date. jyn wasn't around for the rage virus or daisy's subsequent attempted murder on her good pal fitz, so the lead-up to "we have to choke out these celebrities" kind of loses its oomph. but she'll try to give a cliff notes' version. ]
Remember the Oktoberfest party? [ probably hard for jyn to forget. 'hey mister, she's my sister' and all that. ] Before I interrupted your alleyway murder party, I broke into one of the VIP tents with a friend. Cured a guy of some weird rage drug, started to glow, wound up on social media.
[ absolutely not a good story or even remotely believable, but that's how you know it's true. ]
I wasn't going to murder him, [ jyn protests, maybe a little loudly before her voice drops again. ] I was only going to punch him in the throat so he couldn't speak.
[ still, she looks at the shrine with this new context, mouth slanted in a thoughtful frown. ]
Cured him how? You can't heal. [ was this covered in the guide? honestly, it might be and she either skimmed over it or didn't notice. ]
[ the extent to which jyn was planning on causing bodily harm to a perfect stranger isn't really the point, and so daisy lets the discrepancy fall without further protest. not instinctively going to murder is probably for the best, though. ]
Yeah, normally I can't. I mean, besides slapping a bandaid on a skinned knee or giving shitty CPR. It's a glowcube thing.
[ vague gestures towards her own chest come and go ]
Before you got here, a building was set on fire. One of the apartment buildings, it was this whole wild goose chase thing, but there were carcasses inside from some of the monsters we fought before — kind of like the ones in the dream, you remember those? [ jyn was there for that, at least. ] Whatever was in those monster parts got into the smoke. If you breathed it in...
[ daisy shrugs. this isn't her area of expertise, and she struggles to condense vague information into something that makes sense. ]
I don't really understand it, to be honest. But whatever was in that smoke made people lose their minds. I felt like I was going to murder people for nothing, like the world's worst PCP trip. [ she nearly murdered fitz. ] We called it the rage sickness, the anger virus. The only thing that worked to cure it was touch. Our touch.
[ this time, her voice drops too, and she's careful to look around, make sure no one is in the vicinity. satisfied that they're relatively private, daisy reaches forward to place just the lightest touch on a bare spot of jyn's arm. sure enough, that familiar blue glow begins to flare up between them. ]
That touch.
[ and then she drops back, casual as anything. ]
Apparently, somebody's been trying to market that as a drug. Refined venom, I don't know how, but when Markus and I snuck into the VIP tent at the Oktoberfest party, we found a bunch of fat assholes vaping it and losing their minds. We couldn't just leave them like that, so... [ she shrugs ] We cured them.
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Someone got a video of it, they got my face, it went... I guess kind of viral for a while before it got deleted? And now this.
[ small miracles that jyn missed a rage virus, she is already liable to fly off the handle at nothing. the giant on her first day is not the first person daisy has had to keep jyn from beating up, he will not be the last. ]
Isn't that dangerous, to have your face everywhere?
[ jyn has had a wanted poster, she knows. she collected them at a time, before she had to abandon the bag they were in. maybe maz still has a copy of one of them at takodana. ]
[ she's been on the run before. luckily, no one wants to talk about the shrines in a professional setting, because admitting you pay them any mind is just sort of... taboo. in a weird way. ]
But working with Morningstar's not exactly innocent, either. So.
Morningstar is generally covert. [ she points at the shrine. ] That's less so.
[ it's got daisy's face on it! for doing stuff! admittedly this is why jyn doesn't trust cooltalk either because she is so used to keeping her face hidden from probe droids, that putting it out there of her own volition is not going to happen. ]
[ general draven would disagree about jyn's levels of reckless. ]
Maybe they think you're a goddess. [ the jedi had shrines (until they were destroyed) and jyn knows there are shrines to old gods across various planets. but also maz has a monument to herself so.
maybe daisy is into that. ]
I know a woman who has a statue of herself at her castle.
[ putting up a shrine to herself is a little outside of daisy's general ego levels — but then, she did let markus paint her and illya did almost buy said painting at auction, so who knows? maybe if someone made a statue of daisy, it would be in their apartment. ]
The goddess of what, superpowered recycling?
[ too bad she can't have her old powers back. at least those were cool. ]
[ that's all she says, because... absolutely not, do not imply that, there are about a bajillion reasons why she's not going to be the goddess of fucking rebirth and all of them point directly to hive and her mom and creepy inhuman politics. ]
[ it's not like jyn is going to push when daisy comes down with a hard no like that, everyone has a thing like that. rebirth is a no, religion is a no. jyn doesn't know which one so she hedges with both. therefore: ]
Daisy, queen of recycling it is. [ a beat. ] Wish I had a paint stick, you'd look lovely with a mustache.
[ would she DEFACE her dear friend's shrine???? ofc. ]
[ a concessionary admission she gives to jyn simply because she feels bad about being so rude about the whole thing. it's not like jyn was trying to be offensive. ]
I kind of like my face without a mustache, though.
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[ she could probably go in late one day, ostensibly because she forgot something, and look around with her partner who only came because it was so late, but. as far as work goes, jyn does not linger. ]
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they'd had intention of eating, and now they've eaten, but if she goes home now she'll sleep herself into a coma. better to walk off her food, explore a little while she's at it. daisy picks a familiar path, slow enough that jyn can easily follow along, and wanders until they've left the majority of the post-work crowd behind. ]
There's a shrine up here, just past an old news shop.
[ newspapers were obviously not en vogue anymore, but selling odds and ends never went out of style. ]
Have you seen it?
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I'm not religious.
[ did she move in with someone who is lowkey into religion because that will be a terrible knowledge bomb. ]
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but that's not the point, and jyn will see that fairly quickly as they approach. this shrine, like quite a few others dotted around the city, bears the image of a woman — a woman that looks strikingly familiar to the one currently smiling rather ridiculously in jyn's direction. ]
Ta-da.
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jyn glance between the shrine and the real live woman, back to the shrine. ]
Why's your face on that?
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[ with a bit of backstory that's way too depressing for a lunch date. jyn wasn't around for the rage virus or daisy's subsequent attempted murder on her good pal fitz, so the lead-up to "we have to choke out these celebrities" kind of loses its oomph. but she'll try to give a cliff notes' version. ]
Remember the Oktoberfest party? [ probably hard for jyn to forget. 'hey mister, she's my sister' and all that. ] Before I interrupted your alleyway murder party, I broke into one of the VIP tents with a friend. Cured a guy of some weird rage drug, started to glow, wound up on social media.
[ absolutely not a good story or even remotely believable, but that's how you know it's true. ]
Now I'm on shrines. People seem really into it.
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[ still, she looks at the shrine with this new context, mouth slanted in a thoughtful frown. ]
Cured him how? You can't heal. [ was this covered in the guide? honestly, it might be and she either skimmed over it or didn't notice. ]
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Yeah, normally I can't. I mean, besides slapping a bandaid on a skinned knee or giving shitty CPR. It's a glowcube thing.
[ vague gestures towards her own chest come and go ]
Before you got here, a building was set on fire. One of the apartment buildings, it was this whole wild goose chase thing, but there were carcasses inside from some of the monsters we fought before — kind of like the ones in the dream, you remember those? [ jyn was there for that, at least. ] Whatever was in those monster parts got into the smoke. If you breathed it in...
[ daisy shrugs. this isn't her area of expertise, and she struggles to condense vague information into something that makes sense. ]
I don't really understand it, to be honest. But whatever was in that smoke made people lose their minds. I felt like I was going to murder people for nothing, like the world's worst PCP trip. [ she nearly murdered fitz. ] We called it the rage sickness, the anger virus. The only thing that worked to cure it was touch. Our touch.
[ this time, her voice drops too, and she's careful to look around, make sure no one is in the vicinity. satisfied that they're relatively private, daisy reaches forward to place just the lightest touch on a bare spot of jyn's arm. sure enough, that familiar blue glow begins to flare up between them. ]
That touch.
[ and then she drops back, casual as anything. ]
Apparently, somebody's been trying to market that as a drug. Refined venom, I don't know how, but when Markus and I snuck into the VIP tent at the Oktoberfest party, we found a bunch of fat assholes vaping it and losing their minds. We couldn't just leave them like that, so... [ she shrugs ] We cured them.
[ tl;dr ]
Someone got a video of it, they got my face, it went... I guess kind of viral for a while before it got deleted? And now this.
[ The Shrines. ]
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Isn't that dangerous, to have your face everywhere?
[ jyn has had a wanted poster, she knows. she collected them at a time, before she had to abandon the bag they were in. maybe maz still has a copy of one of them at takodana. ]
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[ she's been on the run before. luckily, no one wants to talk about the shrines in a professional setting, because admitting you pay them any mind is just sort of... taboo. in a weird way. ]
But working with Morningstar's not exactly innocent, either. So.
[ a shrug. YOLO. ]
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[ it's got daisy's face on it! for doing stuff! admittedly this is why jyn doesn't trust cooltalk either because she is so used to keeping her face hidden from probe droids, that putting it out there of her own volition is not going to happen. ]
You've not seen one with my face on it, have you?
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[ jyn isn't reckless in the same way. she'd make a good agent, daisy thinks. she's got the quiet 'you never saw me'-esque recklessness down pat. ]
Mostly mine. Some of the other shrines kind of look like other people, but not as... much, I guess. Not as obviously.
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Maybe they think you're a goddess. [ the jedi had shrines (until they were destroyed) and jyn knows there are shrines to old gods across various planets. but also maz has a monument to herself so.
maybe daisy is into that. ]
I know a woman who has a statue of herself at her castle.
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The goddess of what, superpowered recycling?
[ too bad she can't have her old powers back. at least those were cool. ]
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[ HONESTLY, DAISY JOHNSON. that should have been clear as day. jyn lifts her eyebrows like she's asking for daisy to contradict her. ]
There are gods and goddesses of rebirth in nearly every religion.
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[ that's all she says, because... absolutely not, do not imply that, there are about a bajillion reasons why she's not going to be the goddess of fucking rebirth and all of them point directly to hive and her mom and creepy inhuman politics. ]
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[ it's not like jyn is going to push when daisy comes down with a hard no like that, everyone has a thing like that. rebirth is a no, religion is a no. jyn doesn't know which one so she hedges with both. therefore: ]
Daisy, queen of recycling it is. [ a beat. ] Wish I had a paint stick, you'd look lovely with a mustache.
[ would she DEFACE her dear friend's shrine???? ofc. ]
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[ a concessionary admission she gives to jyn simply because she feels bad about being so rude about the whole thing. it's not like jyn was trying to be offensive. ]
I kind of like my face without a mustache, though.
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Maybe a unibrow? [ you know you wanna ]
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[ anything's more fun than recycling. ]
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[ for now they should bring their respective spouses their dinners before the menfolk starve to death. ]