It was, much to Tony Stark's chagrin, a rather unusual occurance for Ben Skywalker to wake up with a woman in his bed these days.

Or a man, for that matter, people reading the narrative.

And it was really not his style to be cuddled up against his ex-girlfriend-turned-Imperial Jedi (because even groggy, he could sense who he was next to) no ( Read more... )

Ben arrived just as the sun was rising. After carefully locking up the shuttle, he trudged back up to the dorms and flopped onto his bed, then reached out for his comlink, made a couple of calls, and waited, staring up at the ceiling.

Ben had heard the announcement, which meant he wasn't asleep yet.

And a good thing, too. The dreams had been getting downright...awkward...lately.

He was on the floor working on a droid in an attempt to keep his mind busy for a little longer before he headed to town hall.

He wasn't a big fan of clinics these days. Chalk it up to a series of ( Read more... )

Ben hadn't been able to shake a feeling of something being wrong, but he chalked it up to it being his birthday ( Read more... )

After running his errands in town, Ben was sitting on his bed trying to figure out how fit both his clothes and all of the chocolate he'd bought for Aravis into the small bag he'd planned on taking with him.

The door was open.

Ben hadn't returned to bed after the fire alarm had stopped going off. Instead he'd spent some time in meditation on the roof and had returned to his room when the sun came up. He stood in front of his mirror, one hand on his braid, the other hand holding a pair of scissors ( Read more... )

Ben wasn't hiding ( Read more... )

Ben was getting seriously annoyed with this week. His mental shields were being battered with all sorts of information he didn't want to know about, he and Tahiri were getting hit with trees and buckets of water rather than having the fun that everyone seemed to be having.

...and no, he wasn't thinking about what had happened on the roof. At all. ( Read more... )

His headache had finally cleared up, so Ben was trying to catch up on his robotics work this evening.

Well, that was his story, anyway. It wasn't like he slept more than a few hours a night. The door was closed, though, so the sound didn't carry down the hall.

[OOC: For the girl.]

Ben had noticed something about the calendar today, and it was too good not to share. So he put the finishing touches on the squishy machine he'd been making for Jamie, then picked up his comlink and called home ( Read more... )