Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

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!]

Ben lounged on his bed as the leopard kitten who was usually Aravis pounced on his latest mouse droid.

"Dad's coming to visit next weekend," he told her. "Hopefully you won't still be a cat. That would be awkward to explain."

The door was open.

An afternoon thinking he was a little girl had not been exactly what Ben had been planning, though the distraction had been kind of a relief.

...not that he'd admit that.

He was in his room, carefully examining his air vent to see how the gremlin had gotten in and looking to see if there was a way to discourage them from returning without breaking the terms of the treaty.

The door was open a crack.

[OOC: Post is open completely!]