15th Transmission: Fourth Wall Episode II The Fourth Wall Strikes Back! [Action!]

[thefinaljedi]

[When Luke woke up that morning, he got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was something strange going on. Sound flooded his senses, and Artoo had rolled into his room, bleeping excitedly. Apparently there were a lot of new people in the village today, and the droid was pretty annoyed. More than usual.

He grabbed up his things, clipped on his lightsaber, and headed out into the rather large number of strangers that'd gathered around Luceti.]

You weren't kidding, Artoo. There are a lot of New Feathers this time around.

[Only, he was beginning to notice...these people didn't have wings. That was new. That hadn't happened before, ever, to his knowledge.]

What's going on?

[Luke makes his rounds as usual, albeit slightly slower, heading around to the Village Clinic, the Battle Dome, the Tea Shop, and the Farm. In the evening, he's probably weirded out enough to have visited Seventh Heaven to indulge in hot chocolate, so feel free to grab him up anywhere, anytime, and for whatever purpose you might have.]

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[thefinaljedi]

[He shakes his head, half in apology for staring, and half to clear his mind.]

No, you didn't. And it was my fault as much as yours. Sorry.

[He falters a bit, and takes another step over towards the door to the quiet, warm tea-shop. He really does want to talk to her, but it's too crowded outside. He nods at the door, eyes clearly hoping that she'll take the hint and follow.]

Would you care to join me for tea? It's rather crowded here today.

[padme]

[ That something seems to nudge her forward to follow. There's very little hesitance on her part save for the glance thrown over her shoulder as if that would suddenly reveal Anakin or General Kenobi amongst the new arrivals. Padme turns her attention forward again first on the sandy-haired man and then upwards to the tea-shop. ]

I would love nothing more. [ No one can turn down a tea invite.

One step, two steps. Once Luke moves to open the door, Padme will follow, a small and thankful smile curving her lips. While she may be used to the senate chambers being overcrowded - worse than this at times - the offer to step away from it all is more than welcome. ]

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke holds it open with a gracious smile, gesturing towards an empty table. The tea house, thankfully, was rather empty. The noisy folks seemed to be confined to the outside for the most part. Which was good. His face brightened into a wide grin as she accepted the invitation. He knew this was going to be an interesting discussion.

He shut the door behind them and called for a waiter, ordering the green tea he generally favored, and taking a seat only after she'd done so herself. His sister had taught him manners, after all.]

So. I guess you recently arrived, and you probably have a lot of questions. I'm happy to answer any you might have.

[padme]

[ If only Padme knew of his sister and him and those taught manners, she would be so very proud.

A white tea for herself is ordered and Padme is grateful for the plush seat, wanting nothing more than to sink back into it, take a moment to relax and regather her thoughts ever since her arrival. But no, she remains seated with her posture and shoulders straight, gazing curiously across the table at him, her hands rested neatly on her lap. ]

I appreciate that, thank you. My first question isn't really a question directed towards this world and how I've come to arrive here and why. It's one related more to you, as you can see you've invited me to share in a cup of tea and I haven't the slightest idea who you are or what you your name is.

[ And here she smiles; it's like a mother like daughter moment with the lines that appear, the way her mouth curves. ]

My name is Padme.

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke sits up straight, matching her formality and straight shoulders, abandoning his usually relaxed demeanor. This was...after all...a Senator of the Republic, familial relations aside, and she looked the part. Leia would probably give him a look if he didn't, and even Han would pay proper respect.

When she speaks, he bows his head, smiling fondly at the similarities he notices between Padme and Leia. The way they held themselves, the dark eyes and hair, even how they spoke. It was almost eerie, in a way. His own smile mirrors his father's own somewhat sheepish smile as he answers her.]

My name is Luke. Luke Skywalker.

[His eyes watch her intently for a reaction, wondering what she'll make of that. And the similarities between father and son.]