The Salle, Thursday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

People had been dreaming.

This, in and of itself, was not unusual, and Emma was quite used to getting bits and pieces of other people jumbled in her head while she tried to sleep. It happened; she coped. Nightmares, emo, dirty dreams, nonsense dreams, dreams of people forced to take a cooking class or being chased by aliens in tutus. For the most part, she ignored the bleed.

This, however... this was a conspiracy designed to drive her mad. That was all there was to it.

Which was why Emma was in the salle, before she actually cut someone's head off. Her practice foil cutting the air as she brought it up to en garde and began going through her stances and parries systematically.

Warm fuzzy happy family shit. Ugh. She was going to need to wash her brain out with bleach.

[OOC: I had to. Open salle is open, SP advisory in effect.]

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[momslilassassin]

"Oh, I can head to the beach and most people won't bother me," Ben said, "but when I cut myself off entirely from the Force--not just shrink away to not be noticed--it feels a little like I've died for the other Jedi. And Tahiri and Jaina freak."

[icecoldfrost]

"Yet another reason I'm so very glad not to be a Jedi," Emma mused as she slid gracefully in to her next parry. "If one needed a second reason, after the robes and your grandfather's hair."

[momslilassassin]

Ben snorted. "The bad hair isn't one of the requirements," he said, then paused, thinking of some of the other Jedi he knew. "Or if it is, no one told me."