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thefinaljedi) wrote2014-08-18 06:11 pm
thefinaljedi) wrote2014-08-18 06:11 pm
22nd Transmission: Memories [Action/Written]
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[Waking up this morning had been harder for Luke that it’d been in a long, long time. The past few weeks had been trying, with nearly everyone around him seeming to fall apart at once. Friends and family arriving from home, fellow Jedi and other people familiar with life in that galaxy so very, very far away were a blessing, but admittedly a mixed one. Each new arrival had seemed to come bundled with a bantha laden with baggage, a load of new problems to be dumped onto the growing pile that seemed to be collecting around the house Luke had called home for a little over two years. That house had seen many people come and go, and every single one of them had their own share of troubles, but never quite as bad as this. Han, Leia, and Anakin had been a perfect storm, a genuine disaster that Luke had no idea how to even begin to approach, and yet he still felt responsible for finding a way to resolve some of the tension. Ahsoka hadn’t helped matters, tearing off without much word to anyone, and all of this wasn’t even taking into account how Obi-Wan must be feeling with his emotions beyond his control.
And then there was today.
A reminder pinned to his mental calendar, a day he’d broken down and just completely failed someone he was supposed to care about. The last time he’d spoken that someone, someone he’d never see again, and one of the few moments he’d ever really regretted in his time in Luceti.
And of course, that had to be the day the Malnosso fulfilled his mission point request for a house expansion. A little bit of cruel irony that he’d expanded the house to better accommodate the influx of people into a home that felt somehow…emptier…than it should have. The second floor was lovely and put together precisely how he’d requested, but somehow stained for him. So, rather than face that chasmal emptiness he gathered up a few things and just left. Enough was enough, and there was only so much tension and emotional turmoil that a single man could take, even with the Force to aid one’s mind.
Luke strides the through the village with a purpose, Artoo rolling along behind him and whistling solemnly, the empathetic little guy the only person with any real inkling of what was running through his head. His first stop is the clinic, where he carries out his early shift with mechanical precision, but once that’s over he silently takes his leave, slipping out the back with the droid. Next, an hour or so in the Battle Dome running through a series of gymnastic exercises, and then he heads to by both the item shop and the flower shop. From the item shop, he picks up a fishing pole, and the flower shop a single winter jasmine and a sprig of wolfsbane. Finally, he’ll end this trip on Cherry Blossom Hill, planting those flowers.
After that, Luke heads straight for the teleporter, and to a place where he’d always liked to go and think: the beach. Sitting in the shade of a tree, he writes out a few notes, though he tosses most of them away before sending out three. After doing that, he lays out under a tree with only his droid and a small, glowing box for company, losing himself in conversation with the two machines.]
Written, Private to Red (Gameverse)
Red,
I’m going to be a bit preoccupied for the next few days, I was wondering if I could count on you to look after Hamal for me.
Luke
Written, Private to Obi-Wan Kenobi
Ben,
I’ll be away for the next few days. I need to get a little space from the house. I haven’t been kidnapped if anyone asks, I’m just out at the beach, fishing. If you need me, I’ll be out by the fort with Artoo.
Written, Private to Spock
Spock,
I’m sorry to bother you, but could you meet me down by the beach sometime in the next few days? I have a question for you and I’m not entirely comfortable asking about it over the journal.
[OOC: Luke will be out and about, and down at the Beach for the next few days, if anyone needs him or cares to run into him. Sorry for the lack of a more general message.]
[Waking up this morning had been harder for Luke that it’d been in a long, long time. The past few weeks had been trying, with nearly everyone around him seeming to fall apart at once. Friends and family arriving from home, fellow Jedi and other people familiar with life in that galaxy so very, very far away were a blessing, but admittedly a mixed one. Each new arrival had seemed to come bundled with a bantha laden with baggage, a load of new problems to be dumped onto the growing pile that seemed to be collecting around the house Luke had called home for a little over two years. That house had seen many people come and go, and every single one of them had their own share of troubles, but never quite as bad as this. Han, Leia, and Anakin had been a perfect storm, a genuine disaster that Luke had no idea how to even begin to approach, and yet he still felt responsible for finding a way to resolve some of the tension. Ahsoka hadn’t helped matters, tearing off without much word to anyone, and all of this wasn’t even taking into account how Obi-Wan must be feeling with his emotions beyond his control.
And then there was today.
A reminder pinned to his mental calendar, a day he’d broken down and just completely failed someone he was supposed to care about. The last time he’d spoken that someone, someone he’d never see again, and one of the few moments he’d ever really regretted in his time in Luceti.
And of course, that had to be the day the Malnosso fulfilled his mission point request for a house expansion. A little bit of cruel irony that he’d expanded the house to better accommodate the influx of people into a home that felt somehow…emptier…than it should have. The second floor was lovely and put together precisely how he’d requested, but somehow stained for him. So, rather than face that chasmal emptiness he gathered up a few things and just left. Enough was enough, and there was only so much tension and emotional turmoil that a single man could take, even with the Force to aid one’s mind.
Luke strides the through the village with a purpose, Artoo rolling along behind him and whistling solemnly, the empathetic little guy the only person with any real inkling of what was running through his head. His first stop is the clinic, where he carries out his early shift with mechanical precision, but once that’s over he silently takes his leave, slipping out the back with the droid. Next, an hour or so in the Battle Dome running through a series of gymnastic exercises, and then he heads to by both the item shop and the flower shop. From the item shop, he picks up a fishing pole, and the flower shop a single winter jasmine and a sprig of wolfsbane. Finally, he’ll end this trip on Cherry Blossom Hill, planting those flowers.
After that, Luke heads straight for the teleporter, and to a place where he’d always liked to go and think: the beach. Sitting in the shade of a tree, he writes out a few notes, though he tosses most of them away before sending out three. After doing that, he lays out under a tree with only his droid and a small, glowing box for company, losing himself in conversation with the two machines.]
Written, Private to Red (Gameverse)
Red,
I’m going to be a bit preoccupied for the next few days, I was wondering if I could count on you to look after Hamal for me.
Luke
Written, Private to Obi-Wan Kenobi
Ben,
I’ll be away for the next few days. I need to get a little space from the house. I haven’t been kidnapped if anyone asks, I’m just out at the beach, fishing. If you need me, I’ll be out by the fort with Artoo.
Written, Private to Spock
Spock,
I’m sorry to bother you, but could you meet me down by the beach sometime in the next few days? I have a question for you and I’m not entirely comfortable asking about it over the journal.
[OOC: Luke will be out and about, and down at the Beach for the next few days, if anyone needs him or cares to run into him. Sorry for the lack of a more general message.]
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[He prefers a bit more yelling and or explosions and gunfire]
We should go camping!
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[Luke frowns, shaking his head slightly.]
Sorry, I'm not really in the mood.
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[He nods and holds up an imaginary box]
See, everything you need is just good old fashioned bro-bonding. Add in some beers, a bit of reckless danger, some fire and singing, and you'll be right as rain.
[All of these things seem to be almost coming out of the box the way the hand gestures go]
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Oh come on. Who do you think knows better? The "Jedi master" who has learned to calm his mind and surroundings and can lift shit with his mind, or the crazy mercenary who likes to blow shit up?
[Pause pause pause]
Alright we both know the right answer to that one, but camping is still fun.
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Not...today, Deadpool. It's not a good day for it, alright? Maybe later on, before fall starts.
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[Yep, he is just going to come to that conclusion]
Whatever, your choice and all.
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[And he's not sure he wants to.]
Sorry, really. It's just been...one of those months. One of those seasons, really. I just don't have much party in me today, especially.
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[Not have a listen sometime, that was too passive]
Got a lot of shit piled on your plate eh? Your own, or other peoples?
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A little of both. Well, a lot of both, actually.
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[He'll likely lose interest, probably]
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[Oh most definitely, but then again the Star Wars Soap Opera might fascinate him at the same time. Until he sees a squirrel or something.]
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Can't say I know how that goes. All the parts are working downstairs though?
[Clearly a concern for all men]
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[He doesn't understand that at all.]
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Your hyperdrive is functioning at full capacity? Your mini-chlorian count is stable? Hold on, hold on.
Your lightsaber is igniting ok.
[He taps the ground]
Your flagpole is rising at attention in the morning.
I could start into the farm ones if you'd prefer.
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[Completely clinical. What the hell Deadpool.]
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[It never hurts to eliminate some possibilities]
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[Not that he really wants discuss his sex life with Deadpool. Or really anyone, for that matter.]
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[He gives a nod]
So, what is the issue?
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[He leans back on his hands.]
Had much experience with that?
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[He shrugs]
So not on the positive side of things with family. Everyone who is from 'home' here I didn't really interact with too much, only vaguely heard about them. I get along with people from some alternate universes of mine ok.
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[Don't expect Deadpool to have any solutions to these sorts of problems]
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