weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Thoughtful Inna Sand)
All her things were packed; her room had been restored to its original state, her X-Wing was prepped, and her blaster, gaderffii, and lightsaber cleared out of the weapons locker. Tahiri didn't own that much, and everything non-essential that she'd accumulated over the last three years had been shipped out ahead of her. The rest was stowed safely in her X-Wing in the junkyard, and her lightsaber clipped to her belt.

She wasn't one to leave without saying goodbye, though, and she'd made sure to send messages to let them know she was headed out, that she'd love to see them one more time before she left, and if not then she'd keep in touch and try to come back for a visit as soon as she could -- and, most importantly, that she cared about them all. That was something she'd never leave unsaid again.

But now all of the preparations were done and there were still a few hours to go before Tahiri absolutely had to leave, and she made her way out to the patch of beach where she'd spent so much time. (It was always the same, and yet different, as was the nature of sand, and there was something fitting about that. Tahiri supposed she could puzzle out the philosophy of it all on the trip home.) There would be beaches on Zonama Sekot, she was sure, but none of them held the memories, painful and happy and everything in between, of this one.

Walking a couple of feet out into the surf, she stood and let the waves wash over her feet, closed her eyes, and opened herself to the Force to really just feel Fandom one more time.

[OOC: *CLIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS to my girl forever wah* Tahiri's last post in Fandom, yes, and absolutely open if you want to stop by. I'll happily SP this as long as necessary, since I don't think I'm gonna be pinging too fast at work. Mostly because I don't want to have to explain why I'm all wibbly . . .]
weetuskenraider: (I Think We Might Be Screwed)
Tahiri was slowly rearranging the room -- mostly moving furniture around a little, cleaning up the area under her bed that had started to resemble the inside of a sandcrawler, little things like that -- and had spent almost all day occupied by the task.

It finally occurred to her that she should eat, but not having anything on hand in the room it'd mean going out. Which in her case, did not involve putting on shoes, though she did head for the closet to grab her cloak first.

The problem started when she put a hand on the doorknob, turned it, heard the click of the latch -- and the door absolutely refused to budge. At all. Not even with a good hard Force shove behind it.

. . . if, at any point, her attempts to open the door involved her putting one foot on the wall for leverage and ended with her falling flat on her ass and snarling something horrifying in Yuuzhan Vong, she wasn't about to admit to it. (For the record, the window refused to cooperate either, when she entertained the notion of just jumping down from there.)

Well. Sithspit.

[OOC: Yeah, I'm pissed at canon spoilers too, so [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin told me I could steal her idea. The door'll open from the outside, if anyone wants to come by, but Tahiri is grounded and not getting out either. *g* Look, you're lucky this post wasn't in capslock. But it's open.]
weetuskenraider: (I Think We Might Be Screwed)
Tahiri was slowly rearranging the room -- mostly moving furniture around a little, cleaning up the area under her bed that had started to resemble the inside of a sandcrawler, little things like that -- and had spent almost all day occupied by the task.

It finally occurred to her that she should eat, but not having anything on hand in the room it'd mean going out. Which in her case, did not involve putting on shoes, though she did head for the closet to grab her cloak first.

The problem started when she put a hand on the doorknob, turned it, heard the click of the latch -- and the door absolutely refused to budge. At all. Not even with a good hard Force shove behind it.

. . . if, at any point, her attempts to open the door involved her putting one foot on the wall for leverage and ended with her falling flat on her ass and snarling something horrifying in Yuuzhan Vong, she wasn't about to admit to it. (For the record, the window refused to cooperate either, when she entertained the notion of just jumping down from there.)

Well. Sithspit.

[OOC: Yeah, I'm pissed at canon spoilers too, so [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin told me I could steal her idea. The door'll open from the outside, if anyone wants to come by, but Tahiri is grounded and not getting out either. *g* Look, you're lucky this post wasn't in capslock. But it's open.]
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.)]

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