Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

Ben was moving to a different dimension in a few days, had gone through a not insignificant amount of trauma in his own dimension not so long ago, and hadn't exactly talked to anyone about it.

Which was why he had pizza, sodas, and Italian Guys Driving Stupid Carts on the Wii.

To repress more. With Tony.

[OOC: For the bro!]

There are fewer things more awkward than waking up as a pony in a twin bed.

Sharing that twin bed with another pony was one of those things.

"Um, Ender?"

[OOC: for the boyfriend ponyfriend.]

Ben didn't have classes on Wednesdays, so he normally went out on a nice long run before climbing the Rocky Bits (yes, for fun, and yes, without safety equipment), so it wasn't entirely unheard of for him to come home with a few scratches on his arms or legs.

Today, though, he was limping heavily and cursing under his breath about big sharp teeth and stupid kriffing bunnies.

He was a Skywalker. Of course something had tried to eat him.

Prom had been fun and the evening after prom had been even more fun (Ben liked Ender in uniform, so sue him), but being fairly bright Fandom students who had been at the school for four years, both guys had remembered to put some clothing back on before falling asleep just in case.

Ben was curled into Ender now, sleeping in for once (so...past sun-up) and enjoying a weekend where he had nothing planned.

[OOC: You know the drill by now, folks! For the boy, then the visitor.]

Ben had stopped for food (and ice cream, and coffee) in town after a long second run around the island and had spent entirely too much time staring at the photos on the board.

He didn't even want to ask why the picture of his father, Han, and Aunt Leia was up there, or whose version of it it was, or who in it had disappeared.

Ben was in full repression mode. ( That wouldn't last long. )

[OOC: Door closed, post open!]

It was May 4th, which meant that (no matter how much Luke might wish it otherwise), it was time for Ben's annual call home to his dad, even though he'd be seeing him in person on Saturday.

"Luke Skywalk--"

"May the Fourth be with you!"

"Hello, Ben."

After a few minutes of chitchatting to see if Luke wanted anything from Fandom (no, not a gremlin. Really Ben. No.), Ben turned off his comm and flopped onto his bed.

"Have you decided on our movie tonight?" he asked Ender.

[OOC: For the roommate and the Glacian witch!]

After a long flight from home, Ben walked into his room loaded down with clean laundry (don't judge), ground caf from home, and various presents for people to celebrate the holidays.

He dropped his bags down with a sigh and then sat down on the bed to pull off his boots. It was good to be back.

Ben didn't exactly advertise it, but he kept pretty obsessive decent mental tabs on some of his friends--especially the ones with a history of taking off on him with short to no notice.

So when he'd felt Ender's emotions shift toward--well, he wouldn't call it panic, because Ender never panicked--but concern, he'd been glancing at the door roughly every three minutes since and taking a mental head count of Tahiri, Jaina---

--and then Karla went off the grid, despite her lecture to him on Friday about not providing notice to her about doing the same thing. He took less than a second to wonder if it was a test to annoy him before dismissing the idea.

Ten minutes of unanswered and increasingly frustrated phone messages later and Ben was scrawling a hurried note, dropping it on Ender's bed and heading out into the night to figure out what the kriff was going on.

[OOC: Establishy and NFI.]

Rampaging hormones were adding a disturbing dimension to Ben's usual nightmares, and he was all too grateful to sit straight up, gasping, and realize that he was in his bed and not stuck back in Kaeleer with thousands of Jhinkas with Jacen's face attacking him.

He glanced over at Ender, hoping he hadn't woken up his roommate.