The Salle, Sunday Midday

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Evidently there was only so far that Anakin's curiosity about the island could go to distract him from the problems at home and his distance from them; finding out that both his sister and his best friend had been here and then gone had a little something to do with that, but mainly it was that he was here and restless and away from it all.

He was still in the habit of practicing with his remote every day. He didn't spend all of those practice sessions fighting imaginary opponents in heroic fantasies any more the way he used to (and the way Jacen always got on his case about) now that he had some actual combat experience, but every now and then he'd indulge in it, and then tell himself he was coming up with hypothetical battle scenarios.

There was less of that in today's session, though; mainly it was just Anakin and the hum of his lightsaber blade and the soft zap noises of the remote, lost in the flow of the movement. There was also an edge of frustration in his Force presence, and he wasn't above being glad Jacen wasn't around to call him on that.

[OOC: Despite the lack of decent lightsaber art of this boy to make good icons, open salle is open.]

The Roof: Sunday at Twilight [1-8-12]

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Mercy had made her way up to the roof. It was nice up here.

You could look out over everything and enjoy the view.

It was also probably the best place to watch the sunset - barring over the ocean, though Mercy hadn't discovered that fact yet.

So she settled down near the edge to watch the sky change.


[OOC: Open post is open and Mercy would love some company.]

Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Evening

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Freddie Benson had sat down to watch the DVD he'd been handed earlier in the week. It was Petey Sci-Fi, and he really didn't have much of an idea what he was in for.

When the movie started with a disembodied lips singing, he was certain he was not prepared for this at all. He hugged a pillow to his chest and tried to ignore the voice of his mother in the back of his head asking him what exactly he thought he was doing.

[ooc: Open post, as it is a common room! Help the boy not feel traumatized or something...]