weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
It was a bigger relief than she'd admit to when Tahiri could sense Jaina's presence on the island again -- partly, she had to admit, because she was kind of trying to avoid Anakin.

She'd been evil again, or close to it, in that other reality; this was starting to become a troublesome trend, and it bothered her. Also bothersome: she couldn't even talk to her best friend about it without explaining far more than she was ready or willing to divulge. So really, it was a good thing Jaina was around.

Tahiri headed out to her old favorite spot on the beach and sent Jaina a quick message: I could use your help figuring out a few things.

That done, she settled onto a rock to watch the waves.

[OOC: For the aforementioned canon girlfriend for real on-island Solo who isn't played by me.]
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: (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!]
weetuskenraider: (WTFever)
How come the week that everyone had been frustrated, Tahiri had missed out on all of that, but this week she was just having issues? First there had been yesterday, with the trees and then the ants, and now the still being played out interruption in the hallway a little while ago. (It was a completely foregone conclusion that she was going to die repeatedly of embarrassment when all of this caught up to her later. Not that it had occurred to her yet.)

But she'd only just realized (hey, cut her some slack, it had been a crazy place in her head the past couple of days and not for the usual reasons) that part of the problem was the neighbors she normally didn't have any trouble with. And her own inattentiveness to her shielding, but it wasn't as satisfying to yell at that.

Which was why, her clothes still soaked and water still dripping from her hair, she was standing outside John's room, kicking at the door and yelling, "Would you cut it out for a little while, already? Some of us could use the break!"

Katchoo would be proud. Or maybe just laugh at her some more.

[OOC: For the room's occupants with their consent, and maybe the boy if he wants too. Mwahaha. I'm done spamming, I swear.]
weetuskenraider: (WTFever)
How come the week that everyone had been frustrated, Tahiri had missed out on all of that, but this week she was just having issues? First there had been yesterday, with the trees and then the ants, and now the still being played out interruption in the hallway a little while ago. (It was a completely foregone conclusion that she was going to die repeatedly of embarrassment when all of this caught up to her later. Not that it had occurred to her yet.)

But she'd only just realized (hey, cut her some slack, it had been a crazy place in her head the past couple of days and not for the usual reasons) that part of the problem was the neighbors she normally didn't have any trouble with. And her own inattentiveness to her shielding, but it wasn't as satisfying to yell at that.

Which was why, her clothes still soaked and water still dripping from her hair, she was standing outside John's room, kicking at the door and yelling, "Would you cut it out for a little while, already? Some of us could use the break!"

Katchoo would be proud. Or maybe just laugh at her some more.

[OOC: For the room's occupants with their consent, and maybe the boy if he wants too. Mwahaha. I'm done spamming, I swear.]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful)
Tahiri had been too wiped out to even take her boots off on the shuttle back to Fandom, but the first thing she did when she set foot on the causeway was fumble the laces undone and kick off the evil Sith-invented things. (She'd long since revised her theory that they were torture devices due to . . . well, perspective, but she was still sure the Sith were responsible.)

She was moving a little stiffly, the side effect of sitting on a couple of ships in hyperspace for so long, so soon after the physical punishment of Lord Nyax's pain-wave. The first thing she did when she got back to the fifth floor of the dorms was hit the shower and change into one of the new, clean flightsuits she'd gotten just before leaving Borleias. With her hair still dripping a little, she headed back to her room and stood in the doorway for a minute, just looking at her bed.

"I've missed you," she told it, not paying any mind to the one surprisingly well-worn (and quite frankly gross) boot that rolled out into the hallway as she dropped her pack on the floor and went to sprawl out. It had been quite the trip, and there were a few things she was going to have to think about, but for now she just wanted to lie down and not move for a while.

[OOC: And she's back, yay! Post is open, and door is cracked, and there's a shoe in the hall, but she's not getting up off that bed. Feel free to assume she sent you a message or seriously, just wander on in. Bits of SP here and there when I go to run errands, but otherwise around! ETA: For time purposes I'm gonna say she beat the cruise people back to the causeway by a little bit. ETA: Yeah, you're all chronologically before Ben, okay?]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful)
Tahiri had been too wiped out to even take her boots off on the shuttle back to Fandom, but the first thing she did when she set foot on the causeway was fumble the laces undone and kick off the evil Sith-invented things. (She'd long since revised her theory that they were torture devices due to . . . well, perspective, but she was still sure the Sith were responsible.)

She was moving a little stiffly, the side effect of sitting on a couple of ships in hyperspace for so long, so soon after the physical punishment of Lord Nyax's pain-wave. The first thing she did when she got back to the fifth floor of the dorms was hit the shower and change into one of the new, clean flightsuits she'd gotten just before leaving Borleias. With her hair still dripping a little, she headed back to her room and stood in the doorway for a minute, just looking at her bed.

"I've missed you," she told it, not paying any mind to the one surprisingly well-worn (and quite frankly gross) boot that rolled out into the hallway as she dropped her pack on the floor and went to sprawl out. It had been quite the trip, and there were a few things she was going to have to think about, but for now she just wanted to lie down and not move for a while.

[OOC: And she's back, yay! Post is open, and door is cracked, and there's a shoe in the hall, but she's not getting up off that bed. Feel free to assume she sent you a message or seriously, just wander on in. Bits of SP here and there when I go to run errands, but otherwise around! ETA: For time purposes I'm gonna say she beat the cruise people back to the causeway by a little bit. ETA: Yeah, you're all chronologically before Ben, okay?]
weetuskenraider: (Thinking)
Tahiri had to admit one thing: her first week of school, for all that it was light years different from the Jedi Praxeum, hadn't been at all uneventful. From the people she'd met on the shuttle coming over -- including the teenage version of the Masters Skywalker's infant son! -- to her roommate, and Firekeeper, and a different version of Jaina, and some of the other students, to the strange things that passed for fauna on this island, it had definitely been an adventure. Classes had . . . well, they were definitely going to be useful, even the one taught by Anakin's namesake, all impossibly alive and non-Sith-y, and she still had no idea how that had happened.

That part, she decided as she lay on her stomach on her bed, fingers tapping on the datapad in front of her, she was definitely leaving out of her report home to Master Tionne.

Occasionally she caught herself giving the datapad strange looks, as if there was something fundamentally wrong with it. But this had so far been an adventure, definitely, though not the same as the kind she'd used to have -- for more reasons than just the fact that her best friend wouldn't be around to share them again.

Not something she wanted to think about right now; yesterday had been pretty much entirely lost to moping over it as it was.

[OOC: Open, particularly for the roomie but the door's knockable. This may actually even be a linkdrop if I get around to it. I know, I'm shocked too.]
weetuskenraider: (Thinking)
Tahiri had to admit one thing: her first week of school, for all that it was light years different from the Jedi Praxeum, hadn't been at all uneventful. From the people she'd met on the shuttle coming over -- including the teenage version of the Masters Skywalker's infant son! -- to her roommate, and Firekeeper, and a different version of Jaina, and some of the other students, to the strange things that passed for fauna on this island, it had definitely been an adventure. Classes had . . . well, they were definitely going to be useful, even the one taught by Anakin's namesake, all impossibly alive and non-Sith-y, and she still had no idea how that had happened.

That part, she decided as she lay on her stomach on her bed, fingers tapping on the datapad in front of her, she was definitely leaving out of her report home to Master Tionne.

Occasionally she caught herself giving the datapad strange looks, as if there was something fundamentally wrong with it. But this had so far been an adventure, definitely, though not the same as the kind she'd used to have -- for more reasons than just the fact that her best friend wouldn't be around to share them again.

Not something she wanted to think about right now; yesterday had been pretty much entirely lost to moping over it as it was.

[OOC: Open, particularly for the roomie but the door's knockable. This may actually even be a linkdrop if I get around to it. I know, I'm shocked too.]

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