The Holocron

[In the mid-morning Luke broadcasts a Video feed through the journal system. He stands squarely in front of the camera and speaks in a clear voice. It was a simple, fairly quick message that was open to anyone willing to listen. The seasons were changing and the first real cold snap couldn't be too far away. That meant...harvest time.]

Good morning everyone, this is Luke Skywalker and like usual I've got quite a lot of things to address. Please bear with me, this might get a little lengthy.

First, as this New Feather Cycle comes to a close I would like to welcome every newcomer to our little purgatory. I know things may seem confusing, and I'd like to offer my help to anyone that needs it. I'm willing to help however I can to make your transition as easy as I can, should you require medical assistance, need help moving heavy things, or even just need someone to talk to, feel free to contact me.

Secondly, I would like to thank Doctor Eggman for his instrumental assistance with the farm. He has been an invaluable help towards keeping everything watered and growing smoothly. His hard work has kept the farm running while I have been preoccupied.

Third, if anyone is available to help this weekend, I would greatly appreciate assistance in bringing in the final harvest of the farm's produce. We managed to actually grow quite a lot, and I'd like to make sure it all gets brought in before the frosts set in. I'll be out there all day on Saturday, and while I have some mechanical aid, more hands or hooves would definitely speed the process up quite a bit. Related to that, the food harvested will be added to shops, as well as preserved and stored where we can manage to find room. I've always felt that it's better to have too much food set aside for emergencies than just enough. [He chuckles]

Finally, I'd like to close with a question, as so many people often do. How do people prepare for winter in your world? I admit that this will be my second winter in Luceti but I've never actually been present for a seasonal shift from autumn to winter. I'm from a desert world, so we have very little in the way of actual winter weather.

Thank you for bearing with me, and may the Force be with you.

[End Transmission]

Action:

[Saturday, Luke and Eggman are out and about at the farm, doing their best to collect the harvest with a small flotilla of heavily modified training remotes that have Eggman-style arms attached to pick things. Eggman, of course, is doing zero manual labor, but he's programming robots and maintaining them. A Bantha with large buckets is used to transport the food to the village for storage and consumption, as well as a repulsor-sled. If anyone wants to help with the harvest, the Jedi and the Inventor would definitely appreciate the help.]

(OOC: Tag wherever you'd like and if its an action portion feel free to tag around or thread hop like its a log. I can't promise I'll answer every harvest tag with Luke, but I will try. If you'd like to handwave that your character helped harvest, thats fine too! Lets get all Harvest Moon up inz!)

[Action, Late Night on Thursday]

[Late on Thursday night, Luke Skywalker wakes up from a nightmare with a fairly loud gasp. In his dreams he'd been chased by something dark, and shrouded in an obscuring fog. The fog had been lit by something, a brilliant orange and gold light that permeated the entire dreamscape, leaving him quite perplexed as to the manner of the dreams. To make matters worse, the dreams had all been in the familiar surroundings of Luceti. That was a first, when he dreamed it was usually of home, and not here. Compounding his confusion was the fact that he had rarely dreamed such vivid dreams, and truthfully considered them less dreams and more visions granted by the Force. Clearly, something was going on.

Looking around his room, Luke was dismayed to note that nearly everything had shifted in the night, almost as though he'd had another psychic tremor and rattled everything in the apartment, as had happened after Valentine's Day. Surely Anakin and Obi-Wan would be worried should they have heard his outburst.

Luke pulls on his robe and wanders out into the common area, calling out to the other Jedi]

Anakin? Obi-Wan? Did...either of you feel that?

[He squeezes his nose with his fingers, a massive headache suddenly setting in. Something was definitely NOT right here. His mind swam with images of grand cities, steaming jungles, and of a dark haired man being shot...with a blaster. Another wave of emotion burns within him, the room beginning to rattle again...]

[Voice, the next morning!]

Good morning everyone. This is Luke, and I have a few questions for anyone with the time. In particular, I'm curious to speak to anyone with any knowledge about ghosts and spirits. If you have a few moments, I'd very much like to ask you some things, in person if possible.

Also, I've recently grown curious about dreams. How do you feel about them? Do you like dreams? What do you dream about?

[Luke's tone sharpens slightly]

Do you ever dream of things...and have them come to pass? Do you have nightmares? And...do you dream of home, or Luceti?

I realize that I'm asking quite a lot of questions. Please, if you feel like sharing I'd like to hear from you. Thank you for listening to me.