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Sia had spent her fall break back home, because it'd been about a year since she'd been there last. She had no idea how it'd been so long, and spent the week and a half working as needed, spending time with her father and her friends, and training with her master, Elke Vetter. Apparently her fighting skills were pretty good, but her Force skills could use some work, and so that was essentially Sia's homework until the next time she was able to go back.

Portal delays had kept her from getting back in time for class, so Sia didn't worry about rushing, and picked up Vitor on the way back to her room. She was intent on actually doing some of this Force practice, but that was proving difficult around a dog who'd been left behind Forever and was so happy to see her again.

Sigh.

[Open but slow! Let's count this as 3.4, Len.]

Sia wasn't exactly a sullen person by nature, and if asked she'd use adjectives like "careful" or "reserved" to describe herself. But apparently her great mood today was obvious enough that when she'd talked to her Master earlier there had been a lot of questions asked to try and figure out why Sia sounded this happy. And to tell the truth, Sia had no idea why, but was that really a bad thing?

Vitor was loving it, because that meant he got all the playtime. Sia had some upbeat music from home playing, and the door was open while she played a little bit of tug of war with her dog over one of his toys. It was just a pretty great day.

[Open door, open post!]

To anyone who came by, they'd probably think Sia had gone through some little changes in the last day or so, but Sia had always been like this. Her room was cleaner and a lot quieter without the dog in it, her wardrobe was darker in color and just slightly more revealing than usual, but other than that, she might seem almost normal.

It was because ever since she realized just how many Jedi flocked to this place at any given time, she'd found it in her best interest to keep a low profile. It wouldn't do for her to get found out as a Sith princess when her father had sent her here specifically to preserve the line for the day one of his people inevitably turned on him, would it?

Her door was open, and she was trying to get some homework done. Really, that sort of thing just helped in honing rage sometimes.

[Oh I went to the Sith AU place. Door and post open! Sia won't do anything bad but she miiight try to get in your head cuz it's fun and all.]

After being in Fandom for over a year, Sia had finally caved and gotten herself a small laptop computer that she could use, rather than just looking things up on her phone when necessary. In a way, this purchase felt like one more sign that she was going to be here for a while, but this wasn't nearly as scary a prospect as it used to be. Frustrating, and nervewracking with bounty hunters around and all, but not scary.

So tonight was apparently being spent getting things the way she wanted on this thing and mostly ignoring the cup of coffee she'd brought from the common room because someone was a bit focused on playing with her new toy.

[Door and post open!]

Sia was curled up on the cushion of her bay window that was totally in her room now, looking out at the scenery below. She'd been feeling kind of weird over the last day or so, for no apparent reason, and now she was just content to be pensive and... hum to herself. The tune just spoke to her.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

It was apparently that kind of day.

[Door and post open!]

Sia had been really pretty busy this week ~~for some weird reason~~, so after a class that involved a crashing airplane, she decided she was okay with having a quiet day. One that maybe didn't involve I Never.

So today meant straightening up her room and moving things around, since she hadn't bothered doing that since Juliet left. But if she was going to have all this extra space, she was going to use it. Which, when you'd spent a year being perfectly fine on your half of the room, was turning out to be more difficult than expected.

[Open!]

Drinking a little at a party had been one thing. In fact, Sia hadn't even finished a glass because there were so few things in that game that she'd done. So last night's gremlin-fueled bender was something completely new.

She remembered being horrifyingly obnoxious, and there being karaoke. And then dragging her double into more karaoke while trying to flirt Atton into karaoke. It'd really just been a whole karaoke thing. She remembered talking to Jessica and then after that everything got fuzzy, which was a nice way of saying she didn't remember any of it. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a chair in the third floor common room because apparently dragging herself a few feet down the hall was too much work, she had no idea where that cowboy hat had gotten to, and she had the worst hangover of her life. True, it was also her first hangover, but there was no kriffing way she was ever doing this again.

Also, she couldn't figure out why her back hurt. Finally, after a shower and some aspirin to try and dull the headache that wasn't going to go away maybe ever, she got to the mirror to pull up her shirt and look.

And saw the tattoo. Actually, as these things went, seeing the symbol of the Fel Empire wasn't a bad thing. The same could not be said about the "yolt" inked underneath it.

If anyone needed Sia, she'd be in her room with a sign on the closed door reading "IT WAS A GREMLIN" (it saved time) while she looked up tattoo removal services in the area.

[I just knocked six off the list yesterday. Door closed, post open, usual potential SP depending on work!]

After class, Sia had taken Vitor for a walk and to run some errands, leaving the room totally unoccupied for a while. And in that time, a couple of gremlins had started making away with things on her desk, because opportunism was fun.

And that was what Sia walked into when she got back. Of course, her first clue was that Vitor started barking and she had to keep him from going over there (though really, he was more likely to lick them than to attack, and she didn't want to see what happened either way), and managed to get him to stay put with a little Force suggestion. Then she picked up the empty trashcan, fully intending to trap the gremlins that way-

-when one of them managed a sneak attack and took a nice bite right into her arm before they both scurried off.

Well, fine. Sia wasn't looking forward to this, but as long as the gremlins were gone, she was sure she could just lock herself in the room and prevent whatever embarrassing thing happened from spilling out into public. Yeah, that would work.

[Establishy. Mwahaha.]

Sia had known at some point that she'd be called home to do some work, and to be honest she couldn't believe it had taken this long. And if it turned out this was was a "You were safer there and we wanted to protect you" thing, there was going to be so much yelling. But since she got the call, she found she was actually excited to be going back for a little while, and set to making arrangements for while she was gone.

Which meant leaving a voicemail and then packing. She didn't really have a ton of arrangements to make here.

[Door and post open!]

It was Sia's sixteenth birthday, and she was prepared for it to be incredibly low-key. A lot of people at home were currently incommunicado, she had no idea where most of her friends had disappeared to, and she wasn't going to think about what Jessica was dealing with right now, so it was a day off from classes where she'd probably play with her puppy and figure out her online classes and pretend that made it different than any other day.

She did have some messages from home to go through, though, and as she sat on her bed going through them, she had to admit she was a little homesick. Tomorrow would be a full year that she'd been here, and while she didn't mind the place, maybe it was time to get away for a little bit.

[Had to post her today. Door and post open, some SP!]

If anyone hadn't noticed any bruises obtained while fighting an assassin off Jessica this weekend, it was because ~~this week was fail~~ Sia had been very good about covering them up. It wasn't even a vanity thing, but she didn't so much want people asking questions when it wasn't really her story to tell.

The problem was that as the bruises were healing, it was harder to just cover them up with makeup and be done with it without it looking a little weird. So if anyone wanted Sia, she'd be at the mirror, trying different things to conceal the weird colors happening on her face. While a tiny white rodent thing sat on her desk watching it all, oops.

[Door cracked, post open.]

Over the last five years, Sia had learned to pack light. There were times she'd have to travel somewhere with nothing but her lightsaber and the clothes on her back, so packing for a vacation meant that she had too many choices of what to bring, really.

Making it more difficult that Vitor, almost as if sensing he was about to spend a week in a kennel, had hopped onto her bed and kept trying to surreptitiously nose things out of her suitcase when she wasn't looking. This time when Sia turned back from her closet, she found a dress of hers laying crumpled in front of him while he tried to look innocent.

"You're not fooling anyone," Sia told him, and started getting to work on repacking.

[Open door, open post!]

If anyone asked Sia tomorrow why she looked tired (though let's face it, she'd never give anyone reason to do that) all she'd have to do was tell them about the strangest common room ever. It really shouldn't be any surprise that the trauma might give a person something between a dream and a nightmare that involved a gremlin doing things no one should ever see a gremlin do.

She'd tell them about the common room, but she would not admit that part, because from here on out it was right back to repressing.

And hopefully she'd succeed at the repression soon, so she could get back to sleep.

[Because I told

craftyladyparts I would.>

Sia had been trying to study. Normally she was very good at staying focused, too. It was just that today, anytime she started to get anywhere, she'd hear an impatient throat-clearing noise that seemed to be coming from the strange sprig of green... thing that had appeared on the ceiling today.

"Hem, hem," it said.

"In case it's escaped your notice, I'm ignoring you," Sia said, not even looking up from her notebook, though she did wonder how she got to the point where she would reply to talking plants on her ceiling and not react.

[I will never not love the pushy mistletoe. Open door, open post.]

Sia was trying to put away laundry. Trying was the operative word here, as it seemed like every time she tried to hang something up, there'd be a knock at the door, and she was really annoyed by now.

"Candygram," the person on the other side of the door said one time.

"Singing telegram," they said another time.

"Flower delivery," they said this time.

And just like the first two times, Sia called, "Go away!" without opening the door, because you didn't pull this sort of thing on someone with a danger sense.

[I had to. Door closed due to shark, post can be open.]