I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Tahiri didn't usually sleep in late; she'd been up for a few hours, looking the room over and figuring things out for her little redecorating project. Her desk was going to have to get moved if there was going to be room for that table she wanted to put in, and maybe she could just shove the dresser into the closet? Of course, she'd have to move everything out into the hallway for a while at least while they worked on the floor . . .

Having a project was good, and this one had kind of taken over her attention. She wasn't complaining about having a distraction from more uncomfortable trains of thought.

( Yeah, like that was going to last. )

[OOC: Preplayed with the awesome momslilassassin. Establishy, NFI, OOC totally okay!]

( Tahiri and her two Jedi Master companions had circled around the Yuuzhan Vong coralskippers that hovered outside the collapsed hole the construction droid had bored into the side of a ziggurat, and met up with Face on a floor half a kilometer up. 'Interesting . . .' )

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( They dropped through a hole in the ceiling -- a dramatic entrance, but Tahiri was too preoccupied by using the Force to slow her descent to appreciate the theatrics of it. (Here there be fighty, lots of it, brief mention of torture, and more of that other person what lives in Tahiri's head.) )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, and DONE! My apologies for spamming you all with this the past few days, but it was fun to put together. For the last time, contains a nod to Edge of Victory 1: Conquest by Greg Keyes, and dialogue and adapted narrative from Rebel Stand by Aaron Allston, with some tweaks by me and great POV-rewriting justice. Many, many thanks to tatooine_doofus for letting me borrow a version of Luke here and in the previous posts, as there was no way I could have adapted this otherwise.]

It had been just over two weeks since they'd arrived, and Tahiri was packing. ( Not to go back to Fandom -- not yet. )

And here she'd been thinking this trip hadn't been awkward enough.

Tahiri wondered how much time had passed in Fandom; from what little the Jaina there had told her about her own trips home, she guessed that time didn't necessarily move at the same pace. She had no idea how much longer she'd be gone or even what would happen, but for now she had a few minutes to herself. It seemed as good a time as any to put in a call or two back to Fandom, or wherever her friends were now.

[OOC: Yeah, this post is totally a spacer to spread things out a little longer. If your character knows what she's up to and would like a (brief) call from Tahiri, feel free to ping in as receiving one! She won't really give out details (so I don't joss myself) but you're welcome to have her check in with you if you like. Mega-SP during the day as I sneak tags on my phone and then around in the afternoon/evening Pacific time.]

Tahiri, after some debate (and Dinah's persuasion), had decided that the school spring break trip sounded like it would be fun after all, even if initially the idea of being out on the water didn't seem like a good idea for a girl who'd grown up in the desert and still couldn't really swim. She was halfway under her bed, rooting around for her equipment pack, when her comlink beeped.

That was enough to catch her attention; when she got communications from home they were usually asking her for advice on how the Yuuzhan Vong thought, and any news had been vague at first, only now starting to divulge more than just the barest facts of how the war was going.

( This wasn't really the conversation she wanted to have tonight. )

"Sithspawn," Tahiri grumbled. "Of all the stupid, stupid timing."

She sighed, put down the comlink, and picked up the phone to make a couple of calls.

[OOC: Establishy and details of convo NFB, but open if you want to see her before she heads off for the week. I apologize in advance for spamming your flists the next few days, but I couldn't resist doing this over spring break week. Because I am mean.]