Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

The perfect recall thing came in handy when you were trying to remember where someone parked a cloaked ship, Ben thought as he walked straight to where Jen's spaceship was kept.

He'd just finished saying goodbye to Dean, so taking a trip off campus (way, way, way off campus) sounded like an excellent repression coping technique.

Now he just needed Tahiri.

[OOC: For the barefooted Jedi!]

It had been an extremely long and musical day, which was why Ben had fled to the beach as soon as his classes were over in the hopes that the song Captain Kirk had been singing would eventually get out of his head.

Naturally, he'd been on the beach all of a minute when he'd gotten his wish.

( Cut for lyrics. Contain your shock! )

Ben sighed, repressed the daddy issues the island seemed to want him to deal with, and looked out at the water, hoping that no one had heard him.

[OOC: I, of course, hope no such thing. Open!]

Ben had headed back to the dorm after the party, but only to grab the blanket from his bed and head out to the beach.

"Tahiri?" he called softly as he headed towards their usual outcropping of rocks.

[OOC: For the girl, and NFB for themes of great woe.]

After the weirdness of the morning, Ben was glad that he and Tahiri had agreed to go for a picnic far, far away from everyone else.

Off the island entirely would have suited him just fine, really.

Ben set a blanket on the ground along with more food than should be necessary even for him, then shucked off his cloak, sat down, closed his eyes and tried to meditate.

It wasn't really going well.

[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.

"Skywalker," his father answered.

"It's Ben," he replied, grinning. "May the fourth be with you."

There was a very long pause, then, "...did you just make an transgalactic comm to pun at me, Ben Skywalker?"

Ben laughed. "I did."

[OOC: Door and post are open! Happy Star Wars Day!]

Ben had missed the clarity that came from fighting something that wasn't somehow linked back to the reeking mess that his family had become.

These things...were just reeking messes. He planted his feet, ignited his lightsaber, and began storing away the insults the harpies were shrieking.

"This is going to be fun," he said, grinning over at Tahiri.

Ben had a strange idea of fun.

[OOC: For the small shoeless one!]

Ben hadn't really had much of a chance to talk to his dad that week: lessons with his grandfather (who was still kicking his butt with a lightsaber without moving. It was annoying), a date with Tahiri (which he would definitely be doing again. Yes.), classes, clubs, stopping in on his weekly trips to bother Ender, Kaylee, and Aravis...for a not-so-social person, he had managed to fill up his schedule pretty well.

But he'd promised Tahiri that he would ask his dad about starting a dance troupe--mostly to see if he could get Luke to crack a smile--and so he was lounging on his bed with his comlink, pretty happy for the first time in a while.

Naturally, that couldn't last.

When he clicked his comm shut a few minutes later, he'd not only forgotten to ask about the dance troupe, he'd learned that Centerpoint Station had been fired again, Jacen had kidnapped Tenel Ka's daughter for use as a bargaining chip (because that had worked so well with the Jedi), and Jaina was on the trail of Alema, who Luke was still convinced had murdered Mara.

"Kriffing hell," Ben muttered to himself before settling down on the floor to build something loud and complicated.

Mmm. Repression.

[OOC: Door closed, but he's loud enough to be heard in the hall...]

Ben was on his bed, staring at the plush frog a different Luke had given him.

It was engrossing. Truly.

He hadn't even noticed that he'd left the door open.