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Tahiri Veila ([personal profile] weetuskenraider) wrote2010-02-12 09:02 am

Room 529, Friday Midday

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.]
momslilassassin: ([neg] brooding is a family thing)

[personal profile] momslilassassin 2010-02-12 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben had no idea what day it was back in Fandom, but after a completely unhelpful discussion with Bean and Peter, he needed someone to talk to.

Besides, if it was going according to his plan, he'd be joining them both to spring a trap devised by a psychopath, so it was probably better to check in with his girlfriend before that. Just in case.

So at some unholy hour in Brazil, Ben picked up his comlink and dialed home.

[identity profile] kestrelswolf.livejournal.com 2010-02-12 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
So while class had presented her the opportunity to confirm what Ben had told her Sunday evening, there hadn't exactly been a chance to talk. So after some deliberation about the proper procedure for such things, Firekeeper had picked up sweets from J,GoB (the fact that the only available cupcakes had pink icing and heart-shaped candies didn't particularly matter to her one way or the other. As long as it was edible, who cared?) and now she and Blind Seer were standing in the doorway.

"Are you busy?" she asked. It certainly looked so, but Firekeeper understood by now there were times when interruptions were welcome.