Brilliant, on a curve of Skywalker

It was, much to Tony Stark's chagrin, a rather unusual occurance for Ben Skywalker to wake up with a woman in his bed these days.

Or a man, for that matter, people reading the narrative.

And it was really not his style to be cuddled up against his ex-girlfriend-turned-Imperial Jedi (because even groggy, he could sense who he was next to) no matter how comfortable he was currently finding it.

"Um..." he began cautiously.

Sadly, Ben had not gotten any smoother in the last twenty years.

Ben had heard the announcement, which meant he wasn't asleep yet.

And a good thing, too. The dreams had been getting downright...awkward...lately.

He was on the floor working on a droid in an attempt to keep his mind busy for a little longer before he headed to town hall.

He wasn't a big fan of clinics these days. Chalk it up to a series of being tortured bad experiences.

The door was cracked open.

After running his errands in town, Ben was sitting on his bed trying to figure out how fit both his clothes and all of the chocolate he'd bought for Aravis into the small bag he'd planned on taking with him.

The door was open.

Ben wasn't hiding.

...much. It was his days without workshops, so after a run around the island, a stop in the salle, and time spent writing a letter to Aravis to catch her up on Fandom happenings (or at least a general sort of catch-up. He wasn't mentioning his fight with Ender, the extreme awkwardness that was his relationship with Tahiri right now, his conversation with John, or the impending arrival of his baby...aunt. It wasn't a tremendously helpful letter).

Now he was sitting in the middle of his floor, barefoot, with his hands resting easily on his knees and his eyes closed as he tried to regain equilibrium through meditation.

His father was so much better at this.

The door was cracked open.

His headache had finally cleared up, so Ben was trying to catch up on his robotics work this evening.

Well, that was his story, anyway. It wasn't like he slept more than a few hours a night. The door was closed, though, so the sound didn't carry down the hall.

[OOC: For the girl.]

Seeing King (and really, other version of him, King?) had been, a little overwhelming, so when the boy had demanded to go out and play, Ben had extricated himself (read: fled) as quickly as possible and returned to his room.

And shut the door.

And was now building something in the hopes that he wouldn't hear anyone knocking. This was, of course, a doomed course of action.

( For a virgin, Ben sure got around... )

[OOC: For Aravis, the wee one, and truly epic levels of SP.]

Ben had a few things on his mind these days, which was why he wasn't paying attention--too busy brooding--as a little green gremlin snuck up on him and bit him on the thigh.

Should've known, was the last thought Ben had for a while.

Shirley Temple, on the other hand? She scampered out of the room with a little giggle to meet new friends.

[OOC: Establishy. This week is gonna be brutal on the Skywalkers...]

Ben, unlike his daddy, was not much of a morning person. And without Nanny to wake him up, he slept all the way until 9 before clambering out of bed and into his light gray jumpsuit.

The boots took him some time--he was three and zippers were kind of tough--but he finally had everything in mostly the right order.

He skipped brushing his hair because Nanny wasn't there to tell him to do it. Ha.

Then he sat back down and stared at the door for a long, long time, weighing the benefits of finding something to eat against the badness of seeing other people.

...maybe he could be really, really quiet.

With that plan in mind, Ben snuck out of the room.

Ben returned to his room from his club activities just in time for his father to call. A shuttle would be picking him up Friday afternoon for an assignment to be explained when he arrived on Endor.

Ben sighed as he sat down on the floor. At least it was his father calling the shots--he was pretty sure that meant he wouldn't be assassinating anyone this trip home.

But he'd probably need his lightsaber.

He pulled the parts for the new hilt out from under his bed and began welding them together using nothing but the Force. If the weapon was going to be his, it had to be built the old-fashioned way.

And for Jedi, it didn't get more old-fashioned than this.

Ben was so focused on the weapon floating above his lap that he didn't realize he'd left the door cracked open.

[OOC: Open door, open post...]

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...]