potato salad for the soldiers

[t65]

Who: Luke Skywalker and YOU maybe
When: The merry month of May.
Where: The Moira, Amissis-Re and possibly other universes, who knows.
What: Catchall log for Luke, with open prompts and closed prompts in comments.
Warnings: None for now, but I will let you know if things progress to the level of (gasp) PG-13.

Comments

OPEN.

[t65]

[If none of these suit your fancy, or you want to do something we have or haven't discussed before, go crazy; this is 100% OTA.]

CARGO BAY.

[t65]

[So that he doesn't annoy the f...orce out of his roommates, Luke's been spending his spare tinkering time in the Cargo Bay. Near the Millennium Falcon (you may have heard of it), there's an assortment of random mechanical parts, a bunch of different and vaguely futuristic tools, and something that might just be an oven. Luke is working on any one of these things at a time, building droids, making the oven, meditating near the oven (I know, right?), and generally keeping himself busy.]

[But maybe you're trying to use the transports instead. In that case, if you happen to walk into Transporter 11, you'll find Luke inside, tinkering once again. He's got a panel of the wall open, and he doesn't seem to notice when you walk in.]

[entrepreneurism]

[ It's with nothing but polite, innocent curiosity that Lando approaches Luke as he's working with all those mechanical components one day. He hasn't been informed of anything untoward going on with the droid building that Luke has undertaken, and he certainly wasn't told through laughter over drinks. Absolutely not.

He stops a short distance back so as not to interfere with the work and speaks up evenly, ]

I trust your new job is going well.

[ Yeah. That's not going to last long, is it? ]

[t65]

[Luke doesn't know that there are different kinds of meditation, ones that don't involve sitting (or standing on your head) very still. He's never heard of moving meditation. He just falls into it naturally, forgetting the world around him, thinking only of the tools in his hand and the parts he's assembling. Half inside the shell of a partially assembled GNK unit, he doesn't think of anything, just his breathing and the tools and- a voice.]

[There's a soft thunk as Luke jolts, hitting his head against the inside of the droid's shell. A moment later, he emerges with a wince.]

Oh, hi. Um. It's going good.

MOIRA - GENERAL.

[t65]

[Who knows where you are on the Moira. If you don't look heinously busy, there's Luke Skywalker, walking up to you holding a large stick. He's also got a piece of cloth wrapped around his neck-- the way his hair is messed up (well, moreso than usual) suggests it was recently pushed up at his forehead.]

Hey, want to help me with something? It'll be fun, I promise.

[anarchos]

[Bellamy is, naturally, leaving the library, because never let it be said he is not a secret nerd, and there are just so many books here. He doesn't miss the other man's approach, though he does glance around to make sure he's actually the one about to be pulled into a conversation.]

Generally when asking for someone's help, you don't come up to them with a big stick.

[Not that the guy's carrying himself all that threateningly, but it's the principle of the thing. A large stick is usually a weapon.]

[t65]

[Luke looks at the stick, and then laughs. What, he's in a good mood, today.] You can have the stick, if you want. [He holds it out to his new friend (because that's what they are now, it's official).]

[heartscold]

[Len has commandeered an empty table in the mess hall between meal shifts for the purpose of dismantling and cleaning his gun; he'd nearly been finished when this kid interrupts him. Pausing in his work, he glances up, one eyebrow raised slightly.]

I dunno, our definitions of fun might be entirely different. What's in it for me?

[t65]

[Luke just keeps on smiling, seemingly impervious to whatever gloom the other man seems to be providing.] Well, you get to throw things at me. That's fun for most people, right?

MEDICAL BAY | 5/21 - 5-25 | please lmk which date.

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[Luke is staying in medical for five days. You can find him doing any of the following (in any combination):

• Sleeping peacefully, occasionally mumbling something incoherent in his sleep.
• Working on fixing his prosthetic arm.
• Being told to stop trying to fix his prosthetic arm by medical personnel.
• Tinkering with any one of these objects (minus the batteries, obviously).
• Being told to stop tinkering with that by medical personnel.
• Trying to sneak out of medical before he's been officially released.
• Being caught trying to sneak out by medical personnel.

Have fun, go crazy, feel free to mix prompts or come up with something on your own; it's all good.]

[deal]

[Cassandra takes a little while to make her way over to medical to see him after learning he's there. Not too long, because she's worried about him doing something stupid and hurting himself further. But long enough that she can try to sort out what she's feeling and make some sense out of it. She's accepted the fact that she likes someone in a romantic way, but realizes that everything is still so new. Which is why she's scared by the fact she not only likes him in a way that means she wants to kiss him and spend time with him, but she cares for him in a way that means she's furious someone here has hurt him.

So she takes a walk to cool down, and shows up in medical while Luke is in bed fixing his prosthetic. There's someone in the room with him, fussing over him doing it, and when Cass overhears Luke being told to stop she clears her throat so her presence is known. She coldly stares down the medical help until they eventually back away and leave, and unsure of how to greet him when she's worried about him, she turns that look over on him.]

Do you remember what happened now?

[t65]

[Luke smiles when he sees Cassandra, but her harsh expression is... worrying. The smile fades, a little, becoming more strained.]

Not- not really. They don't have bacta here; it might be a while.

let's say 05.21

[imahologram]

[The moment she hears Luke's in medbay, she's headed over there, her expression drawn. It's the worst possible news, primarily because she's worried about him. The details she heard were scanty--head injury and medbay--and she has to stop herself from trying to guess just what happened on her way over.

But besides her worry for him, she's worried for herself. Leia can't stop the litany pulsing in her mind: You can't tell him. You can't tell him. You can't tell him. Luke needs to be her focus right now, and never mind that she wants desperately to confide in him.

When she arrives, he's asleep, and while he's not looking his best, he could be in such worse shape. After they'd had to drop him into the bacta tank on Hoth, injuries he might be able to sleep off seem pretty minor. She takes a seat beside his bed, leaning in to gingerly brush back a tuft of his bangs.]

[t65]

[Luke sleeps for a few minutes more, before his dreams turn- strange. He can feel something, someone next to him, familiar and safe. His own desire, even in sleep, to talk to her wakes him.]

-Leia? [He turns to her, and smiles to see that he's right.]

5/22

[jedimindtrick]

It doesn't appear as if you're actually resting...

[ An accusing tone, and rightfully so, as Luke appears to be making preparations for escape. He's been given no warning of Obi-Wan's arrival, so he doesn't expect that Skywalker has seen him coming; however, with the young man's connection to the Force being what it is, Kenobi knows there's no guarantee that he'll ever catch Luke off-guard. ]

[t65]

[A concussion, the treatment for the concussion, Luke's general talent for the Force, and Luke's relative lack of training with the Force, all combine today to make Luke kind of... dizzy. He knows something is coming, and it's good, safe. The rest is a bit fuzzy.]

[He was expecting... he's not sure what he was expecting. But there's Ben, and Luke smiles broadly when he sees him.]

It's a little hard to rest right now...? [He doesn't think that excuse will fly at all, and it shows.]

april 22

[backsassin]

[Zam doesn’t know Luke that well. The last time they spoke to him, it was when he first arrived on the Moira through the Ingress. But after hearing he was hospitalized by a certain giant purple death-machine, some vague sense of solidarity persuades her to take the time out of her busy schedule of jumping into fusion-worlds to visit him in the medbay.

He’s tinkering with his prosthetic arm when Zam walks in, and she watches from a distance for a beat before walking over.]

That also get busted in Tarn’s little tantrum? [The words are flippant, but her tone is sympathetic enough. Luke may or may not recognize her: Zam was wearing a different face when they first met and not to mention was down one arm. However, if he keeps up with the network, he might know that the woman speaking to him now and the man who had greeted him coming out of the Ingress are one and the same. Zam just has a habit of "forgetting" to tell people that from the start.]

[t65]

[One day, Luke will be good at keeping up with the network, keeping an eye on strangers and near-strangers, and keeping tabs on newsfeeds and the holonet. That day is about a year from now. Luke looks up with a concerned expression and absolutely no recognition.]

Oh, you, too? I'm so sorry.

CLOSED.

[t65]

WANDA.

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[The heat hits him, and this time, at least, it's less of a surprise. Still extremely unpleasant, like being smothered in ten blankets of dry heat, but he expects it. He still coughs a little as their appearance throws up a sandcloud, but he brought goggles and a hat this time, so at least he can see.]

[Yep, that's Tatooine.]

[He looks over to Wanda.] Everything alright?

[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda, on the other hand, only brought the sunglasses from this month's gift and has to bury her face in her red shawl until the cloud settles.]

I'm fine. [Though sorely wishing she'd grabbed the hat, too.] This is...a lot of sand.

[t65]

[Luke sighs.] That's Tatooine. It's a desert planet. [He points out into the distance, toward the endlessly flat expanse. The heat heat has begun to warp the horizon into an indistinct haze, but if you squint, you can just see the shadow of huts, a little town, not far off.] And that's where I grew up.

CASSANDRA.

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[Wherever Cassandra is on the Moira, a tiny droid will speed up to her. It's about the size of a breadbox, and makes a series of beeps to get her attention.]

[Then it plays a recording of Luke's voice:] Hi, Cassandra! Meet you in the cargo bay!

[And then the little droid races off in that direction, going as fast as its little wheels can take it.]

[deal]

[She's in the middle of working when the droid shows up, and is about to crouch down to get a good look at it when Luke's voice sounds. She jumps in surprise, eyes wide as she watches the little thing race off. ]

Hey, wait!

[Dropping what she's doing, she chases after it, running through the ship until they reach the cargo bay. The droid keeps going until it reaches Luke, and Cassandra skids to a stop before him shortly after the droid.]

That -

[She nods toward the little orange thing, huffing as she catches her breath.]

Is really fast.

[There's a smile on her face, which clearly means that it being fast is a very good thing and Luke did a wonderful job making it .]

[t65]

[Luke is attaching a leg to a gonk droid when Cassandra shows up. He looks up, beaming.] It worked! [That doesn't sound like you know what you're doing, Luke.] I mean, I thought it would. [Right. Moving on.]

Surprise...?