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Sia could be more thrilled with having a... boyfriend? (or whatever they were since they'd never had that conversation) who was currently a German shepherd, but having spent enough time as a cat since she'd gotten here, she knew it probably wasn't great for him, either. Vitor, however, was so. damn. happy. to have a dog-shaped friend, whether Four felt the same way or not.

Basically Sia was trying to get through some messages from home while saying things like "Leave him alone, Vitor" and "Come up here and stop bothering him, Vitor" and getting completely ignored. Sigh.

[For one!]

When Sia told her father about a month ago that she wanted to do more back home in the time before she graduated, she didn't think that would mean she'd be called back so soon. She was finally back today, picking Vitor up from where he'd been boarded, and started unpacking once she got to her room, listening to the last week or so's worth of radios to catch up.

And occasionally stopping what she was doing aloud to ask aloud, "What the hell?"

[Because my life has been made of fail since November and I should establish where she was, la. Can be open door, open post if you don't mind me being really slow.]

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.]

When Sia had woken up this morning, her room had been bedazzled.

There were little rhinestones stuck to her sheets, to her bed itself, her desk, the floor, the walls... Even Vitor had a few on him, though he seemed pretty nonchalant about it. So that was going to be today's project.

Once she showered and got dressed (after picking rhinestones off her clothes) she opened the door to her room and started pulling everything sparkly off her belongings. Her fingers were going to be so sick of this so soon.

[Len's fault! Open door, open post!]

Sia wasn't really feeling hugely social the last couple days. She hadn't really done anything bad to anyone who didn't deserve it while spending a couple weeks as the thing she hated most, but she still felt really uneasy about how much she'd enjoyed all the killing she did. Plus there was that feeling of remembering being dead and alive at the same time, and basically Sia wasn't feeling that great today.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed against her headboard, cuddling her dog that she was so glad to have back, and sending a text.

[Open door, open post.]

Sia would have happily been cutting parts off zombies today, except that she'd gone back to her room earlier than planned last night because she hadn't felt exactly right. This Sia had never died in Fandom, never really even accounted for the fact that she might because she was so used to winning, and by morning that memory of being alive and dead at the same time had done more damage to her than she would have ever expected.

So if you needed Sia... Well, you probably didn't. But either way, she'd be unmoving in her room with the door closed.

Killing zombies would have been so much better.

[Establishy! La la, getting rid of my more active characters through the weekend...]

Sia sat in her room, sitting in front of the bay window she'd totally always had, gazing outside and looking pensive.

Her life was finally going right! She'd gotten treatment to remove her evil, blackmailing personality Mia from her brain, she was studying to be a doctor, and everything seemed right in her world. But she couldn't shake the feeling that that was all about to end terribly somehow.

And then, she smirked. Because her split personality had just come back, right this second, because it totally worked that way, right?

[Door and post open!]

Sia had decided that she was perfectly happy just staying in her room, without a roommate, until this whole thing ended. This was her second time with this stupid thing and she knew that outside led to bad decisions that thankfully stopped before they became worse decisions.

And it'd have been a perfect plan if she didn't have a puppy. A puppy who was a very active breed who needed a lot of exercise and tended to destroy things if he was cooped up too long. So Sia still had to leave to take Vitor on walks, but she was compromising by letting him wander the hall, since he was well-trained enough to handle that. While he did that, Sia stayed in her room with the door open until whenever he decided he was ready to come back, and she'd just play a game on her computer because it was the only thing she could really focus on.

This week could not end fast enough.

[Door and 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!]

When you had empathy as a power, you could sort of tell when the island was doing something strange en masse, just based on the random feelings you got. Or from any screaming that might have carried down the halls when people got up and looked in the mirror.

Either way, Sia kind of figured something was up, and so today was starting with a quick check of things. If she could sense anything, she still had her powers, so that was fine. When she looked in the mirror she wasn't six, a pony, or another person. Atton was still a wolf. Vitor was still a puppy who was actually calm for once and laying at the foot of her bed watching her... She was going to be a little grateful that whatever it was, it'd skipped her this time.

[Mostly for one, but open, with a closed door!]

Sia was pretty proud of herself for managing to train Vitor as well as she had. Considering his breed, she could get him to stay mostly calm and well-behaved around people.

Around other dogs, however, it was much more difficult, and having Atton in the room as a wolf meant that all Vitor wanted to do was play with his new friend. Vitor would run from one end of the room to retrieve a ball, then drop it in front of Atton, then run back to the other end of the room when nothing happened as if trying to say "throw it here!" Or maybe he just liked that part of the room right now. It was hard to tell with dogs.

Sia was on her bed trying to study, and also to not look too amused. Even though she was.

[Open door, open post! Mild SP for copier woe.]