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: (Worky-Outy)
Well, one good long spar with her new lightsaber and it hadn't broken; Tahiri was counting that as a good thing. (Not that, as long as it had taken her to build, she was worried about having done a rushed job with it.)

Dinner afterward was clearly the appropriate way to celebrate the occasion, which was why she and Ben had headed up to her room with several containers of takeout and, of course, ice cream.

. . . so, basically, a typical date night for them. Fighting and food. All the elements were there!

[OOC: For the boy, as the post might indicate!]
weetuskenraider: (Worky-Outy)
Well, one good long spar with her new lightsaber and it hadn't broken; Tahiri was counting that as a good thing. (Not that, as long as it had taken her to build, she was worried about having done a rushed job with it.)

Dinner afterward was clearly the appropriate way to celebrate the occasion, which was why she and Ben had headed up to her room with several containers of takeout and, of course, ice cream.

. . . so, basically, a typical date night for them. Fighting and food. All the elements were there!

[OOC: For the boy, as the post might indicate!]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
Some people go out for lunch, or out to the park or the beach, or a movie, when they go on a date.

Other people -- say, Tahiri and Ben -- tended to consider dates more like fighting Fandom's latest random invaders and then going for ice cream. Or, as in this case, heading into the junkyard with ice cream. (And boots, in Tahiri's case; she wasn't that stubbornly idiosyncratic about her lack of footwear that she'd go barefoot in here.)

"I already know it's an older model than you're used to," Tahiri told Ben as they headed toward where her X-Wing was parked, "so you don't need to keep reminding me about that, okay?"

[OOC: For that Skywalker boy. No, not that one. Or that one. That one.]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
Some people go out for lunch, or out to the park or the beach, or a movie, when they go on a date.

Other people -- say, Tahiri and Ben -- tended to consider dates more like fighting Fandom's latest random invaders and then going for ice cream. Or, as in this case, heading into the junkyard with ice cream. (And boots, in Tahiri's case; she wasn't that stubbornly idiosyncratic about her lack of footwear that she'd go barefoot in here.)

"I already know it's an older model than you're used to," Tahiri told Ben as they headed toward where her X-Wing was parked, "so you don't need to keep reminding me about that, okay?"

[OOC: For that Skywalker boy. No, not that one. Or that one. That one.]
weetuskenraider: (Reading)
The datapad on Tahiri's lap currently displayed a map of the Outer Rim -- the Sluis sector, to be specific -- with planets color-coded according to whether they were held by the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic . . . no, wait, it was the Galactic Alliance now, and she wasn't sure she was thrilled about that. The notebook lying on the bed beside her held a couple of pages of scribbled notes on ideas for Flight Club, since she'd completely forgotten about it on Monday after Ben had come by to tell her where he was going.

Tahiri's attention was split between the two, but that was a completely livable kind of division; she'd be smiling at the thought if she wasn't concentrating so hard on the map on her datapad.

You'd think she was trying to plot a course into the Dagobah system or something.

[OOC: Expecting a phone call, but it's open! As is the door. I keep forgetting to mention that.]
weetuskenraider: (Reading)
The datapad on Tahiri's lap currently displayed a map of the Outer Rim -- the Sluis sector, to be specific -- with planets color-coded according to whether they were held by the Yuuzhan Vong or the New Republic . . . no, wait, it was the Galactic Alliance now, and she wasn't sure she was thrilled about that. The notebook lying on the bed beside her held a couple of pages of scribbled notes on ideas for Flight Club, since she'd completely forgotten about it on Monday after Ben had come by to tell her where he was going.

Tahiri's attention was split between the two, but that was a completely livable kind of division; she'd be smiling at the thought if she wasn't concentrating so hard on the map on her datapad.

You'd think she was trying to plot a course into the Dagobah system or something.

[OOC: Expecting a phone call, but it's open! As is the door. I keep forgetting to mention that.]
weetuskenraider: (Well Um)
Master Atreides's class today had been the first real test of her newly integrating personality, and Tahiri was relieved that it had gone well. There were still things she had to get used to, new reflexive reactions and thought patterns, but instead of feeling like she was at odds with herself it was more a case of trying to unlearn bad habits or adjust her way of thinking.

That wouldn't be an instant fix, but it was a hell of a lot less stressful to deal with.

After class, she headed back to her room to check her messages and get caught up on what was going on at home. She might've had a little bit of an ulterior motive there. She had an Idea.

It couldn't be that bad an idea, could it? Those had only ever been a real recipe for trouble when she'd been around Anakin.

. . . keep telling yourself that, Tahiri.

[OOC: Hey, look who hasn't roomposted in forever. For the boy, but open after.]
weetuskenraider: (Well Um)
Master Atreides's class today had been the first real test of her newly integrating personality, and Tahiri was relieved that it had gone well. There were still things she had to get used to, new reflexive reactions and thought patterns, but instead of feeling like she was at odds with herself it was more a case of trying to unlearn bad habits or adjust her way of thinking.

That wouldn't be an instant fix, but it was a hell of a lot less stressful to deal with.

After class, she headed back to her room to check her messages and get caught up on what was going on at home. She might've had a little bit of an ulterior motive there. She had an Idea.

It couldn't be that bad an idea, could it? Those had only ever been a real recipe for trouble when she'd been around Anakin.

. . . keep telling yourself that, Tahiri.

[OOC: Hey, look who hasn't roomposted in forever. For the boy, but open after.]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
She had been putting this off long enough, and after the insanity of the past few weeks, the more frequent lapses in her memory, and especially the news she'd gotten from home this morning Tahiri knew there was no way she could justify it any longer. She'd probably be needed, and soon, but more importantly she was sick of being a victim of someone inside her own head. To tell the truth she was annoyed with herself for putting it off this long . . . or maybe Riina was annoyed.

The fact that she couldn't tell only added to the argument that there was really no other choice. She felt bad about the timing -- Jaina, Karla, and Raven had not exactly had an easy time of it the last few days, but Karla and Raven had both been insistent, and Tahiri knew Jaina better than to think a minor injury would stop her. And there wasn't even a question of whether Ben wanted to be involved. (She'd asked anyway.)

Tahiri paused with her hand on the door and glanced back at the others. Okay, so . . . here we go. )

[OOC: With much love for the preplay to [livejournal.com profile] momslilassassin, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child. Let's call this one NFB, 'kay? Heavily, heavily adapted from the godawful Force Heretic III: Reunion by Sean Williams and Shane Dix, now with 99% less slashiness. OOC okay, and huzzah, dangling plot point dealt with! (Finally. I suck.)]
weetuskenraider: (Have a Bad Feeling About This)
She had been putting this off long enough, and after the insanity of the past few weeks, the more frequent lapses in her memory, and especially the news she'd gotten from home this morning Tahiri knew there was no way she could justify it any longer. She'd probably be needed, and soon, but more importantly she was sick of being a victim of someone inside her own head. To tell the truth she was annoyed with herself for putting it off this long . . . or maybe Riina was annoyed.

The fact that she couldn't tell only added to the argument that there was really no other choice. She felt bad about the timing -- Jaina, Karla, and Raven had not exactly had an easy time of it the last few days, but Karla and Raven had both been insistent, and Tahiri knew Jaina better than to think a minor injury would stop her. And there wasn't even a question of whether Ben wanted to be involved. (She'd asked anyway.)

Tahiri paused with her hand on the door and glanced back at the others. Okay, so . . . here we go. )

[OOC: With much love for the preplay to [livejournal.com profile] momslilassassin, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin, and [livejournal.com profile] trigons_child. Let's call this one NFB, 'kay? Heavily, heavily adapted from the godawful Force Heretic III: Reunion by Sean Williams and Shane Dix, now with 99% less slashiness. OOC okay, and huzzah, dangling plot point dealt with! (Finally. I suck.)]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Up)
This was a conversation she'd been putting off for a while, but -- especially given that yesterday had been one of the bad days -- really needed to be had, so Tahiri had handwavily called a couple of people and then gone to see about getting some snacks. Because snacks always made awkward situations slightly less so, right?

There was . . . well, okay, there was a box of cookies, one of those tins with all the different-shaped butter cookies that all tasted the same except some of them had sugar crystals on them. And a couple of pints of ice cream. That part was a given, really.

A few weeks to mull over the idea that Riina had slipped out and done something to help someone hadn't made it any less weird; maybe knowing more about that would change things. Not to mention she did owe Tara an explanation for the whole "hi, I went crazy and kind of scary on you and then didn't remember any of it" thing.

. . . maybe she should have gotten more ice cream.

[OOC: For the boy, and for Tara, and specifics of conversation resoundingly NFB, please. :)]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Up)
This was a conversation she'd been putting off for a while, but -- especially given that yesterday had been one of the bad days -- really needed to be had, so Tahiri had handwavily called a couple of people and then gone to see about getting some snacks. Because snacks always made awkward situations slightly less so, right?

There was . . . well, okay, there was a box of cookies, one of those tins with all the different-shaped butter cookies that all tasted the same except some of them had sugar crystals on them. And a couple of pints of ice cream. That part was a given, really.

A few weeks to mull over the idea that Riina had slipped out and done something to help someone hadn't made it any less weird; maybe knowing more about that would change things. Not to mention she did owe Tara an explanation for the whole "hi, I went crazy and kind of scary on you and then didn't remember any of it" thing.

. . . maybe she should have gotten more ice cream.

[OOC: For the boy, and for Tara, and specifics of conversation resoundingly NFB, please. :)]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
It was raining syrup outside. Well, that pretty much answered the question of whether Tahiri was going anywhere today . . . or it was a convenient excuse, anyway.

She expected she'd go stir-crazy holed up in her room after a while, but even if she was feeling more stable today, Wednesday night's incident with Raven and Karla in the salle wasn't something she could just brush off. Which could have had something to do with the fact that in between the time she remembered getting agitated by Raven's offers to help her and seeing Raven and Karla recovering from a telekinetic blast that she'd apparently thrown, everything was a blur.

That was new. And not at all welcome.

Yeah. Tahiri wasn't going anywhere today.

[OOC: Which does not mean you can't bother her, so the post is open even if the door is closed and the wee Jedi is not in the best of moods. She'd been in a good mood too long, dammit. I don't think canon allows that. ETA: Aaaaaaaand let's say the details of the conversations with Ben and Karla are NFB, please? Yay crazy head!alien?]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
It was raining syrup outside. Well, that pretty much answered the question of whether Tahiri was going anywhere today . . . or it was a convenient excuse, anyway.

She expected she'd go stir-crazy holed up in her room after a while, but even if she was feeling more stable today, Wednesday night's incident with Raven and Karla in the salle wasn't something she could just brush off. Which could have had something to do with the fact that in between the time she remembered getting agitated by Raven's offers to help her and seeing Raven and Karla recovering from a telekinetic blast that she'd apparently thrown, everything was a blur.

That was new. And not at all welcome.

Yeah. Tahiri wasn't going anywhere today.

[OOC: Which does not mean you can't bother her, so the post is open even if the door is closed and the wee Jedi is not in the best of moods. She'd been in a good mood too long, dammit. I don't think canon allows that. ETA: Aaaaaaaand let's say the details of the conversations with Ben and Karla are NFB, please? Yay crazy head!alien?]
weetuskenraider: (Um - Rubbing Neck)
The girl who came back to room 529 and rested her head against the doorway for a moment before putting her key into the lock and heading inside was the same one who'd left a week ago, but looked like she'd been gone for a lot longer. Because she had. (And had, as of yet, no idea how long -- or relatively not -- she'd been gone.)

It wasn't just the hair, which had been even shorter than the almost-shoulder-length it was now; there was a subtle difference in the way she walked -- spending more time wearing shoes than you normally did would do that -- and she looked a little older. Definitely tired.

Sometime on the shuttle trip back it finally hit Tahiri, the reality of the pilots she'd lost in that gigantic kriffing battle. As first experiences went, it was not near the top of the "Fun" list. She'd kept that locked down so far but, as she dropped her backpack beside her bed and curled up on it quietly, she figured she'd have to talk to someone about it eventually. As far as people with experience in that sort of thing went, Fandom wasn't without its options.

For now, though, she was just going to be glad to be back.

[OOC: Hahaha up super early because I am heading to Disneyland for the morning, but back in the afternoon, so open but SP for the next few hours and don't think I wouldn't tag from the ride lines because I have so done that. *is dork*]
weetuskenraider: (Um - Rubbing Neck)
The girl who came back to room 529 and rested her head against the doorway for a moment before putting her key into the lock and heading inside was the same one who'd left a week ago, but looked like she'd been gone for a lot longer. Because she had. (And had, as of yet, no idea how long -- or relatively not -- she'd been gone.)

It wasn't just the hair, which had been even shorter than the almost-shoulder-length it was now; there was a subtle difference in the way she walked -- spending more time wearing shoes than you normally did would do that -- and she looked a little older. Definitely tired.

Sometime on the shuttle trip back it finally hit Tahiri, the reality of the pilots she'd lost in that gigantic kriffing battle. As first experiences went, it was not near the top of the "Fun" list. She'd kept that locked down so far but, as she dropped her backpack beside her bed and curled up on it quietly, she figured she'd have to talk to someone about it eventually. As far as people with experience in that sort of thing went, Fandom wasn't without its options.

For now, though, she was just going to be glad to be back.

[OOC: Hahaha up super early because I am heading to Disneyland for the morning, but back in the afternoon, so open but SP for the next few hours and don't think I wouldn't tag from the ride lines because I have so done that. *is dork*]
weetuskenraider: (Not Quite Smiling)
She was used to being pulled in two directions at once; she'd had to make the choice between her Jedi training and her life with her Tusken tribe seven years ago, she'd lived with Riina Kwaad's growing consciousness for months now, and she still had trouble with the whole concept of "moving on doesn't mean betraying Anakin." So -- used to it. That didn't mean she had to like the feeling. Which was why when Jacen came looking for her after dinner, Tahiri wasn't sure what to think. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, his acronyms are my acronyms too. Adapted, again, from Destiny's Way by Walter Jon Williams. Hey, I didn't have to make up this part either!]
weetuskenraider: (Not Quite Smiling)
She was used to being pulled in two directions at once; she'd had to make the choice between her Jedi training and her life with her Tusken tribe seven years ago, she'd lived with Riina Kwaad's growing consciousness for months now, and she still had trouble with the whole concept of "moving on doesn't mean betraying Anakin." So -- used to it. That didn't mean she had to like the feeling. Which was why when Jacen came looking for her after dinner, Tahiri wasn't sure what to think. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, his acronyms are my acronyms too. Adapted, again, from Destiny's Way by Walter Jon Williams. Hey, I didn't have to make up this part either!]

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