Ahsoka stepped confidently through the portal out of the World Between Worlds, the convor she called Morai fluttering just above her -

- and found herself on her back, cushioned inside a silver ovoid, groggy as if she'd been drugged.

Using the Force, she leapt from the odd bed, landing a few feet away, lightsabers drawn but not activated. She was in some sort of cavern, but definitely not the Sith Temple at Malachor, and Morai was nowhere to be seen. Nor was the portal still open behind her, for a quick duck back and another attempt. A small box clattered to the ground, spilling open. She bent to examine the contents: a necklace, a flat glass rectangle, a jaggedly-cut piece of metal, and a pamphlet.

WELCOME TO GENESSIA

Sinister, but oddly polite? And likely this sort of arrival was a regular thing: why have all this prepared for a single accident from a mystical portal only a handful of Jedi and Sith had ever known of?

Since there was really nowhere in the galaxy but the ruins of an ancient Sith temple where it was at all safe to be seen with a not-red lightsaber, she secreted her weapons away, tugged her tunic down, and walked out of the room.

Having been undercover on dozens of worlds, she knew the drill: keep a steady pace, don't let your gaze linger too long on anything, keep your story simple and as close to the truth as possible. Time to be "Ashla" again, at least until she could connect back up with the Resistance.

She left the room, noted the rack of flimsy brochures, and activated the holographic display - something familiar, at least!

"Hello, my name is Weiss Schnee..."

Ahsoka - Ashla for the duration - read through the flimsies, settled on Nova City as the most likely place to find the resources to get herself out of this - collective kidnapping? harvesting? highly detailed hallucination? - and back to the people who counted on her.

She clasped the necklace around her neck under her montrals, and stepped out into Nova City.

[Bakugou looks...bored to be honest. This is pretty much him in neutral, as Deku calls it. But rather than the usual punk/delinquent aesthetic, he looks like he's in uniform. A paramedic uniform to be exact. But he's tried to make up for the professionalism by adding ridiculous amounts of eyeliner to his red eyes.]

I've started working at Genessia Hospital to broaden my skillset. Don't be one of those shitheads who eats hand sanitizer or sticks candles up there. It's a waste of my time and everyone else's and you'll regret that you bothered to come to the hospital more than the stupid act itself, scum.

And if you have something you can deal with at home, don't waste our resources.

[Action]

[And Bakugou is at the hospital, training with staff, mainly other paramedics and ER techs. For the most part, he's just brooding and following directions, but occasionally something will go wrong and he starts yelling. It's not at anyone in particular. He just yells. A lot.

He's running an errand for another tech and using the back corridor as a shortcut when he accidentally bumps into someone, dropping the supplies. This is when he eventually loses it, veins in his forehead throbbing as he clenches his hands to refrain from going all out explodo kills as he starts roaring.]

Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking stupid or some shit!!!

 [action]

Now that Dray had left Faye in charge of his studio, she had a lot of serious work to do. She knew there was always the possibility he would return, and of course she hoped so - she could probably count on one hand the number of people who might consider her a real friend - but there was something in his leaving instructions that suggested he might be gone for some time, if not always.

A) At Dray's Studio - Fayren

Faye could be found during the afternoons at Dray's old studio, rearranging, tidying, putting things in order. She had also put out various flyers and advertisements for the space, so if anyone was looking for a little shop or studio, this place was ideal, so she was looking to rent it out. Dressed like the finest of secretaries - smart and attractive - Faye would be at the studio waiting to address anyone coming to see his art, or anyone wanting to take the space.

B) Fayren and Nova Wandering

After a day at work, Faye would hit up a bar somewhere, either in Fayren or closer to home in Nova. After a day off, Faye could be found doing the exact same, only in her casual clothes. She'll sit up at the bar, or perhaps at a table in the middle of the room - not hiding in corners as she usually would. In fact, she seems to look up and around her a lot more than usual, like she might actually be an approachable person. Sure, the advice she had lately was from an anon, but she was fed up by now of being accused of being lonely, so here she is. Find her ordering a drink, or gazing around, or frowning as she flicks through her phone, apparently trying to find something in particular.

[video]

*Who is this sharp woman with a clipboard? How businesslike! How professional! Faye clears her throat then looks down at the clipboard and begins to read in a firm but clear manner*

Currently accepting proposals for the use of a studio space. Studio is fit for purpose as a shop or showroom, but there are many possibilities, and suggestions are welcome.

If you are interested in setting up a business and would like the rental space, please be in touch with myself, Faye Valentine.

*The announcement is finished with a flick of her eyes towards the camera again, and a small nod. Seriously, all she is missing is glasses to push up her nose*

[His voice comes out like a sigh and then a grumble]

God, how do you even turn this thing on? Is it on? Okay.. I think it's on.

[Danny turned it so the video was on him. He was in a dress shirt, but no tie - he missed that tie right now.]

Can anyone hear me? Look, there's been some sort of mistake. I'm not supposed to be here. I have a family to get back to and work with a partner who's a complete lunatic and if I'm not there he's probably going to blow himself up and half the island to prove some stupid point. And he has my car. I like my car.

Anyways, if someone can point me in the direction of 'out' that would be fantastic.