Room 529, Monday Evening
Mar. 9th, 2009 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weetuskenraiderTahiri was half expecting it, really, when she came back to her room and found messages from home waiting for her. There wasn't much in the way of news: Jacen was still missing, and she still wasn't sure how to feel about that, and the map of New Republic-held worlds kept shrinking. It was the couple of strategic queries that made her grit her teeth, and keeping in mind Master Skywalker's advice she pored over her datapad for a while until she'd come up with a polite (she hoped) but firmly worded reply that amounted to "I'm sorry, but you're asking too much."
Message transmitted, she set the datapad down on her nightstand and stared at it for a while, almost daring it to beep with a response.
So far it hadn't.
She wasn't complaining.
[OOC: Open door, open post, offer not valid in select -- oh wait, yes it is.]
Message transmitted, she set the datapad down on her nightstand and stared at it for a while, almost daring it to beep with a response.
So far it hadn't.
She wasn't complaining.
[OOC: Open door, open post, offer not valid in select -- oh wait, yes it is.]
