Room 527, Wednesday Midday
Tahiri was all too aware of her time in Fandom coming to an end; she was trying to be stoic about it in that all things do, and I should know that by now sort of resigned way. Mostly she was succeeding at it, even though it was an outlook that didn't quite fit right, like she still had to grow into it.
She wondered about that every now and then, when the reports she was reading through on her datapad got a little too dry for her preference; mostly, though, she was trying to focus on the reports and think about what was ahead for her . . . and worry a little bit about how Ben was doing.
It would almost have been nicer if she had enough material possessions to her name to worry about how she'd pack everything, and wonder where it had all come from over the past three years. That not being the case, she just curled up on her bed with her stuffed bantha and her datapad and kept reading.
[OOC: Expecting someone, but door and post are open with patches of SP until later. JFC what is all this actual playing I have been doing lately.]
She wondered about that every now and then, when the reports she was reading through on her datapad got a little too dry for her preference; mostly, though, she was trying to focus on the reports and think about what was ahead for her . . . and worry a little bit about how Ben was doing.
It would almost have been nicer if she had enough material possessions to her name to worry about how she'd pack everything, and wonder where it had all come from over the past three years. That not being the case, she just curled up on her bed with her stuffed bantha and her datapad and kept reading.
[OOC: Expecting someone, but door and post are open with patches of SP until later. JFC what is all this actual playing I have been doing lately.]