Room 529, Sunday Afternoon

[weetuskenraider]

The new message that had beeped upon arrival on Tahiri's datapad, shortly after she returned from a long handwavey day of walking up and down the beach (sand beneath her feet was much more fun when accompanied by lapping waves), had proved to be less exciting and more dull than anything else -- it was from Tekli, checking up on her, and laden with questions geared toward figuring out what her state of mind was like these days.

For all that she could talk nonstop, Tahiri found she had far less patience with written words and stared absently at the screen, drumming her fingers against the edge of the datapad as she only half devoted any thought at all toward a response.

More of her attention was focused on the objects on her nightstand as she randomly levitated them into the air with the Force, trying to make them spin around each other in opposing circles.

[OOC: Door cracked, post open, woo. Will be a bit slow around 6:30 PST while I cook dinner, but around.]