thefinaljedi | Eighth Transmission: A Jedi turns 30. [Action/Voice, Forward Dated to May 24th]

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[Today, Luke is fairly active and out and about. The sleeping troubles caused by the possessive ghost of Nomi Sunrider were getting him down, but for the time being the ancient Jedi in his head seemed content to let him have THIS day. He wakes up quite early, and instead of his usual exercises and meditation, he can instead be found at the item shop, riffling through a myriad of junk like he does periodically, checking for objects from home. Today, he's feeling particularly lucky, and...as luck would have it he finds something. A package of cards, with strange, circular cards covered in Corellian script. Pocketing them, he makes his way around to the bakery, picking up a few pastries, and even sits down in the tea house, thumbing through the cards with a happy look on his face.

Eventually he makes his way home, stopping to pick up food from a shop. When he gets home he takes great pains to clean the entire house, with the help of R2D2 and a trio of small remote droids that he'd finally finished constructing.]

[Voice: failed filter to Leia Organa Solo]

Leia, I know this transmission won't reach you, but it wouldn't feel right to not send it. Happy Birthday. Give my warmest regards to Han and the kids.

[Voice: sometime during the early afternoon]
Good afternoon everyone. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who's helped me cope with the troubles I've been having these past few weeks. They seem to have subsided for the moment.

Also, today is my thirtieth birthday. I'm not really sure what birthdays mean in your worlds, but in mine it is a day for family and friends to get together and have a meal. Most of my family is not here, but I would very much like it if people would stop by and share some sort of food with me. Anyone is welcome, as I'm always glad to make new acquaintances, and its considered auspicious to make friends on one's birthday. I'm happy to prepare food from my home, as well, should anyone be curious enough to try it.

If you are available, my door will be open to anyone today. Community House 5, Room 24. I'd very much like to have people visit.

[With that, he closes the feed, the seal of the New Republic broadcasting for a brief moment]

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[Well, that's a relief, at least. He's been so nervous about meeting characters that he's always considered to be fictional and saying something dumb. Like. Calling them fictional. Somehow he's managed to avoid it thus far, but it's nice to have that out in the open so he can try to move past it.

Powers, though... how to explain those.]

Yeah, kind of. I mean, I do, I'm just not sure how to describe them. It's... magic. I can make things happen by, like... wishing for it. Basically.

Magic is enough of a description. I've encountered a wide variety of mages and wizards here in Luceti, so I think I have some idea of what its like. Are you able to use it now, or are you still adjusting to the barrier?

Getting used to it bit by bit. Actually, to tell the truth, I... kind of teleported here to keep the ice cream from melting.

Teleportation? That's spectacular! We should eat the ice cream then, to make sure your effort isn't going to waste.

Oh- right, I forgot.

[Billy half-stands, so eager is he to help, but he realizes at the last minute that, hello, this isn't his apartment. He has no idea where anything is. Which, of course, leaves him standing awkwardly with nothing to do.]

...Uh... spoons?

[And then, he blinks, hands lifting before Luke can respond.]

Actually, wait! C... can I try something?

[Luke nods, his expression curious]

By all means, go for it.

[What could the boy be up to? He's not entirely sure, but he's prepared to be astounded!]

[Okay. Okay. Time for a magic demonstration. In front of a Jedi Master. God this is cool. He knows he has to focus, though, so he tries to push past the fanboyism and stretches his hands out towards the table, reaching inwards to call upon his powers. It's frivolous trick, sure, but it's harmless to seek out the approval of one's idol, right?

Quietly and unhaltingly he starts to chant, making his intention obvious-]

"IwantspoonsIwantspoonsIwantspoonsIwantspoons-"

[His eyes and hands glow a bright blue, and after a moment, a pair of spoons phase into existence on the table between him and the ice cream. Only then does he release the magic. They're ordinary spoons, really, though whether they came from Luke's apartment or somewhere else, he can't tell.]

[Luke's eyes widen for a moment, and when the boy finishes his chant and the spoons appear in his hands he can't help but smile]

Wow, Billy. That's quite something! I'm very, very impressed!

[He's very, very impressed. Very, very impressed, he said! That brings a huge, dorky smile to Billy's face.]

Yeah, that's, um. That's basically what my magic can do.

That seems like a wonderful gift to have. Now, why don't we eat?

Right, right!

[Feeling suddenly sheepish at wanting to show off for such a little thing, he offers out a spoon to Luke, tugging the lid open on the ice cream tub with his free hand. It would have been faster to just fetch them from a drawer, but he's had so few opportunities to use his magic in this place. He doesn't want to get out of practice.]

Help yourself. And you can keep whatever's left here. Since, uh. I didn't really get a gift.

[Luke takes up the spoon and nods]

You did give me a gift, Billy. I said before that at home its considered auspicious to make new friends on one's birthday.

Haha, right- sorry, I can't help it. Modern day New Yorkers can be kind of materialistic.

Well, back home that's not so important. Its people that really matter.

People still matter, it's just- I dunno. A lot of people don't know how to show they care without actually giving something. Either that or it's assumed, I guess. Like- it's my birthday, or it's Christmas, where's my present?

Its like that at home when you're young. I guess its not as important to me since I grew up poor. Uncle Owen never really had a lot of money. But we try and give gifts, of course, that's the nice thing to do.

Well... that's what's important, really. "The thought that counts" and all.

[He pauses, then his tone shifts, slightly teasing.]

I hope you're not starting to feel old, saying stuff like that. Thirty is still pretty young.

It is. I'm not feeling terribly old, just a little older than you, Billy.

It must be weird to celebrate a birthday so far from home, though.

[His tone takes a slightly somber note, there; he's been wondering how he might end up handling his own birthday, if he's still here by then. It's a lonely thought.]

Not really. I travel a lot, remember?

Right, sorry. [He hadn't forgotten! Just... momentarily failed to remember! ...Or something. Yeah, he feels totally sheepish now, so he stuffs more cake and ice cream into his mouth to regain his composure. God he sucks at this.] Hey, uh, if I say anything weird... just ignore me, okay? I'm sure a lot of what I think I know is really mixed up, but... sometimes it just pops out.

Hey, don't worry about it Billy. You are HARDLY the strangest person I've ever met. Here, especially.

[You know? He's met a talking ninja turtle. He can believe it.]

So as long as I don't get any more weird, I should be safe.

Eighth Transmission: A Jedi turns 30. [Action/Voice, Forward Dated to May 24th]

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