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likes_scoundrels) wrote2010-01-04 11:06 am
likes_scoundrels) wrote2010-01-04 11:06 am
Room 315, Monday Afternoon
Leia had managed to finish unpacking, if by unpacking one meant shoving most of the gowns her aunts had sent with her under the bed. The more practical clothing was stowed in the closet, along with a few nicer outfits for when she actually wanted to dress up a little. Such as for dates. Of which she had two this week. She'd wasted no time in giving her relatives reasons flail.
At the moment, she was sprawled on her bed, wondering just what she was going to tell her father and Winter (the two totally got different levels of information -- Winter got to hear about the boy roommate and the shirtless boys, for instance) about this place and supposedly long dead Jedi Knights and daughters and nephews from the future. She really needed to get a hold of a student directory and see if she could track down Ben and find out exactly how he was supposed to be her nephew when she didn't have any siblings.
The door was open.
[ooc: door and post are open. Any OCD is under the bed trying to draw the Skywalker family tree.]
At the moment, she was sprawled on her bed, wondering just what she was going to tell her father and Winter (the two totally got different levels of information -- Winter got to hear about the boy roommate and the shirtless boys, for instance) about this place and supposedly long dead Jedi Knights and daughters and nephews from the future. She really needed to get a hold of a student directory and see if she could track down Ben and find out exactly how he was supposed to be her nephew when she didn't have any siblings.
The door was open.
[ooc: door and post are open. Any OCD is under the bed trying to draw the Skywalker family tree.]
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