Room 315, Monday Afternoon

[likes_scoundrels]

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.]
 

Comments

[solo_sword]

"I never had to. I wasn't really under parental supervision when I reached the age where that became a thing," she admitted. The one time she didn't come home at night when she was staying with her parents, she'd been twenty and it was because she'd been kidnapped at the time. "I used to sneak out during the day. All the time. Starting from a very young age."

She had no problem giving up that info. Unless future!Leia stayed at home more and didn't leave her young Jedi children in the care of a protocol droid who couldn't possibly keep up with them, those kids would still get to have their fun.