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  <title>Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker</title>
  <subtitle>Ben Skywalker</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Ben Skywalker</name>
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  <updated>2022-04-29T13:40:51Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1162736:96200</id>
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    <title>The Beach of Brooding Broodiness [Friday, April 29, 2022]</title>
    <published>2022-04-29T13:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2022-04-29T13:40:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ben Skywalker, age 16 and three-quarters, had seen enough in his young life to &lt;i&gt;deserve&lt;/i&gt; a spot on this beach. He sat in the sand and stared out at the water, ignoring the porgs as they crowded around him, demanding snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was far too serious for &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only his best friend would come down and talk to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: He's expecting one, but fans are also welcome, since they're the reason he's BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL WHAT THE HELL.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=momslilassassin&amp;ditemid=96200" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1162736:95793</id>
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    <title>Hotel Suite of Skywalkers, Saturday Morning</title>
    <published>2021-08-21T14:28:03Z</published>
    <updated>2021-08-21T14:28:03Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ben had run into his mother yesterday and there had been tears and laughter and his absolute insistence that she come back to say hello to Ender and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and the &lt;i&gt;kids&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a while, Mom. You didn't notice the beard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were trying something out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Ben was pacing impatiently by the door and trying not to track Mara's Force signature like a creepy stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: For the family!]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=momslilassassin&amp;ditemid=95793" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1162736:95335</id>
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    <title>Moctezuma, afternoon</title>
    <published>2018-05-04T11:59:50Z</published>
    <updated>2018-05-04T11:59:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">After consulting several calendars, Ben mentally threw his hands up at the way time was molding around himself, and picked up his comlink to text his relatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, it still cracked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got an immediate reply from his father:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's still not that funny, Ben. Miss you, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistling, Ben went back to fixing a snack for Val. Wookiee cookies were appropriate today, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[OOC: I HAD TO. Open, sure.]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=momslilassassin&amp;ditemid=95335" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-21:1162736:95092</id>
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    <title>Moctezuma [Let's call it Monday]</title>
    <published>2017-09-25T10:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2017-09-25T10:12:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ben was in the nursery putting final touches on the crib, Val watching his work very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I wanted a puppy," she finally said, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to have a little brother instead," Ben told her. "He'll be just as slobbery, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val looked unconvinced. "That's not what I wanted a puppy for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=momslilassassin&amp;ditemid=95092" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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