Room 529, Sunday Afternoon

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri had contemplated, briefly, checking out the cop convention, but decided against it in the end, opting for a handwavey workout in the gym instead before returning to her room. She'd promised Firekeeper that she'd try and get a hold of a copy of some of Master Tionne's ballads, after all (not that Tionne was technically a Master yet but she'd been Tahiri's teacher for years because somebody got chronology mixed up, oops) -- it might be a little difficult, since last she'd heard they'd been somewhere in the Deep Core, but she'd try anyway.

Added to the list of Things to Not Write Home About Ever: Dear Master Skywalker, I know what a dork you were as a teenager. Also, please don't ever flirt with me again. It was disturbing.

[OOC: For the roomie, but also open! May be a bit of SP as I relocate from Panera to the other coffee shop but other than that I am arouuuuuuuuuuund.]