fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Late Tuesday Night (After the Play)

Sleep might have been an option, sure, but Riina had been . . . noisy, the past couple of days, and to Tahiri's way of thinking that took some of the appeal out of going back to her room and going to bed even after the fun that the play had been.

Instead, she was down in the salle, working with her lightsaber and two remotes. She was aware this was pushing a little (okay, maybe a lot) past her limits, thanks, but right now she didn't care how many times she got hit with the stupid stun bolts.

And if Riina objected to the remotes' presence because they were mechanical abominations, Tahiri didn't care about that either. This was a Jedi thing, and Tahiri was Jedi, no matter what the snarling voice in her head had to say to the contrary. So she'd work herself to exhaustion if she had to, just to remind herself and Riina in no uncertain terms of exactly who she was.

[OOC: The hour is late, but open salle is open.]