weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
It was definitely, definitely warm enough for spending long stretches of time on the beach again -- say, for example, with a blanket and a well-stocked picnic basket, and (for old time's sake, a small tent (set well back from the water's edge) by a fire pit. Plenty of room for lightsaber sparring, too, if they chose to do that; it wasn't a clear space but that just made things better, didn't it? Leaping over rocks and sidestepping small obstacles on the ground was basic stuff anyway.

It was a good week for a date like this too, with not much else going on. That it all felt a bit calm-before-the-storm hadn't escaped Tahiri, but she wasn't bringing that up just yet, and if Ben was picking up on that impression too she wouldn't be surprised if he kept it to himself, either. Observations like that didn't seem very conducive to enjoying themselves.

Enjoying themselves being the point, the observation could remain unspoken for now.

Now there was food, ice cream for later, the sound of the waves, and the prospect of watching the sun set over the water. Hard to complain about any of that, really.

[OOC: For ze boy, and up early for great SP justice! This post subject to editing later when I'm more awake.]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
It was definitely, definitely warm enough for spending long stretches of time on the beach again -- say, for example, with a blanket and a well-stocked picnic basket, and (for old time's sake, a small tent (set well back from the water's edge) by a fire pit. Plenty of room for lightsaber sparring, too, if they chose to do that; it wasn't a clear space but that just made things better, didn't it? Leaping over rocks and sidestepping small obstacles on the ground was basic stuff anyway.

It was a good week for a date like this too, with not much else going on. That it all felt a bit calm-before-the-storm hadn't escaped Tahiri, but she wasn't bringing that up just yet, and if Ben was picking up on that impression too she wouldn't be surprised if he kept it to himself, either. Observations like that didn't seem very conducive to enjoying themselves.

Enjoying themselves being the point, the observation could remain unspoken for now.

Now there was food, ice cream for later, the sound of the waves, and the prospect of watching the sun set over the water. Hard to complain about any of that, really.

[OOC: For ze boy, and up early for great SP justice! This post subject to editing later when I'm more awake.]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
For as often as she had a bad feeling about things around Fandom, Tahiri could have quite the comfortable income if she got paid each time. But since that wasn't an option -- and personal wealth was a very non-Jedi thing to attain anyway -- she mostly just dealt with it, and kept her eyes open. It wasn't a patrol, exactly, but she'd been making a slow circuit of the island, partly to search out the source of the bad feeling and partly following a vague sense of guidance from the Force, when she ended up on a quiet cove on the beach.

Which was when, so quickly even Jedi reflexes would be caught completely unaware, the tear opened up to her left -- and, following her instinct, Tahiri whirled that way . . . and right into it.

She barely had time to send a wordless pulse of warning to the other Force-sensitives on the island, and wasn't even sure if she'd succeeded, when the tear swallowed her up.

Just before she blinked out of existence in this reality, Tahiri had the acerbic thought -- punctuated by a guttural exclamation best left untranslated from the Yuuzhan Vong -- that the Force really thought it was funny sometimes, didn't it?

[OOC: Estaaaaaaaaaaablishy, though the other Jedi types can react if they so wish!]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
For as often as she had a bad feeling about things around Fandom, Tahiri could have quite the comfortable income if she got paid each time. But since that wasn't an option -- and personal wealth was a very non-Jedi thing to attain anyway -- she mostly just dealt with it, and kept her eyes open. It wasn't a patrol, exactly, but she'd been making a slow circuit of the island, partly to search out the source of the bad feeling and partly following a vague sense of guidance from the Force, when she ended up on a quiet cove on the beach.

Which was when, so quickly even Jedi reflexes would be caught completely unaware, the tear opened up to her left -- and, following her instinct, Tahiri whirled that way . . . and right into it.

She barely had time to send a wordless pulse of warning to the other Force-sensitives on the island, and wasn't even sure if she'd succeeded, when the tear swallowed her up.

Just before she blinked out of existence in this reality, Tahiri had the acerbic thought -- punctuated by a guttural exclamation best left untranslated from the Yuuzhan Vong -- that the Force really thought it was funny sometimes, didn't it?

[OOC: Estaaaaaaaaaaablishy, though the other Jedi types can react if they so wish!]
weetuskenraider: (Concentrating (Use the Force))
Tahiri still made a habit of coming out to the beach on a fairly regular basis -- not out of necessity like it had been, but because it was familiar, and just felt right. The symbolism of it, the calming sound of the waves, the smell of the ocean -- it was a good place for her to meditate.

She picked her way down to her usual quiet cove and settled onto the rock (it hadn't really started to acquire a bit of a sheen from her perching on it, but it sometimes amused her to think so) with her eyes closed. She wasn't meditating yet, just enjoying the moment.

That was pretty profound in and of itself; the novelty of simply being able to do that hadn't worn off yet.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open if you happen to wander this way. Caveat for SP as I'mma be traaaaaaaaaveling later today, woe. Details of conversation with Ender NFB, please.]
weetuskenraider: (Concentrating (Use the Force))
Tahiri still made a habit of coming out to the beach on a fairly regular basis -- not out of necessity like it had been, but because it was familiar, and just felt right. The symbolism of it, the calming sound of the waves, the smell of the ocean -- it was a good place for her to meditate.

She picked her way down to her usual quiet cove and settled onto the rock (it hadn't really started to acquire a bit of a sheen from her perching on it, but it sometimes amused her to think so) with her eyes closed. She wasn't meditating yet, just enjoying the moment.

That was pretty profound in and of itself; the novelty of simply being able to do that hadn't worn off yet.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open if you happen to wander this way. Caveat for SP as I'mma be traaaaaaaaaveling later today, woe. Details of conversation with Ender NFB, please.]
weetuskenraider: (Meditating No Rly)
Just because she'd gotten accustomed to never really having her brain all to herself any more didn't mean that Tahiri had to like it. The bad moments came and went; the past few days they'd never really gotten horrible, but they were more frequent than they had been. Her brilliant solution to those moments when they hit was to hide out, more often than not in some quiet spot in the preserve, or out here on the beach: natural spots, well away from as much technology as possible, and more importantly away from people. She didn't want to take the risk of a repeat incident like the one in the salle.

Sitting still was never something she'd been very good at, but spending time in meditative trances seemed to help. When she'd woken up this morning feeling more . . . fragmented than she liked, she'd picked her way out to a quiet spot and had been here ever since. Eyes closed, breathing slow and even -- it had taken a while to get calm enough to manage that -- and completely silent. Which, yes, for her, was strange.

It was working, at least. For now.

[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want, though as a warning she's not so much with the stable right now.]
weetuskenraider: (Meditating No Rly)
Just because she'd gotten accustomed to never really having her brain all to herself any more didn't mean that Tahiri had to like it. The bad moments came and went; the past few days they'd never really gotten horrible, but they were more frequent than they had been. Her brilliant solution to those moments when they hit was to hide out, more often than not in some quiet spot in the preserve, or out here on the beach: natural spots, well away from as much technology as possible, and more importantly away from people. She didn't want to take the risk of a repeat incident like the one in the salle.

Sitting still was never something she'd been very good at, but spending time in meditative trances seemed to help. When she'd woken up this morning feeling more . . . fragmented than she liked, she'd picked her way out to a quiet spot and had been here ever since. Eyes closed, breathing slow and even -- it had taken a while to get calm enough to manage that -- and completely silent. Which, yes, for her, was strange.

It was working, at least. For now.

[OOC: Establishy, but open if you want, though as a warning she's not so much with the stable right now.]
weetuskenraider: (Concentrating (Use the Force))
She was really starting to think she was long overdue for a break; it had been another rough week, and yesterday's talk with Master Skywalker was still churning around in her thoughts. Too much worry about this possible dark-side future version of herself, about what connection this might have to Riina. Riina, who according to Karla's theory couldn't simply be done away with. It scared her. Fear led to anger, anger led to the dark side, and then she was right back around to being scared again. She needed to be calmer, more focused, if she was going to do anything about all this.

Tahiri picked her way down the beach toward what had become her customary spot, seated herself comfortably in the sand beside the rock outcropping, and closed her eyes. She let her breathing slow, let her thoughts follow suit, and fell into a meditative trance.

It could have been minutes, or hours, she wasn't sure -- but a clear call for help resonated through the Force and snapped her back to attentiveness. Springing back to her feet, Tahiri put on a burst of Force-assisted speed and sprinted back toward the dorms long enough to grab her lightsaber from the weapons locker, then darted toward the woods and the source of the call.

[OOC: NFI and establishy!]
weetuskenraider: (Concentrating (Use the Force))
She was really starting to think she was long overdue for a break; it had been another rough week, and yesterday's talk with Master Skywalker was still churning around in her thoughts. Too much worry about this possible dark-side future version of herself, about what connection this might have to Riina. Riina, who according to Karla's theory couldn't simply be done away with. It scared her. Fear led to anger, anger led to the dark side, and then she was right back around to being scared again. She needed to be calmer, more focused, if she was going to do anything about all this.

Tahiri picked her way down the beach toward what had become her customary spot, seated herself comfortably in the sand beside the rock outcropping, and closed her eyes. She let her breathing slow, let her thoughts follow suit, and fell into a meditative trance.

It could have been minutes, or hours, she wasn't sure -- but a clear call for help resonated through the Force and snapped her back to attentiveness. Springing back to her feet, Tahiri put on a burst of Force-assisted speed and sprinted back toward the dorms long enough to grab her lightsaber from the weapons locker, then darted toward the woods and the source of the call.

[OOC: NFI and establishy!]

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