Early Friday afternoon
Anakin came back to his room from lunch and discovered a huge box waiting for him in the center of his room.
Attached was a note:
Anakin--
I am very proud of your efforts to get to know your fellow students at Fandom High. As a gift for your Flight Club, I managed to wrangle an old flight sim from Master Windu. He assures me that it can be reconfigured to handle a number of different ship profiles, which I imagine will come in handy for you. It had to be taken apart in order to be sent to you, but somehow I don't see you finding that to be a problem. I've included a new tool kit for you as well--you seem to have left your old one behind.
--Obi-Wan
Anakin grinned. Where was he going to put this thing? He left a message for Padmé, then cracked open the box. Thousands of gleaming pieces of metal stared back at him.
He glanced at the instruction manual to get an idea of how big the thing would be finished when it was assembled--definitely too large to stay in his room--but couldn't resist the call of something that needed to be fixed.
He stripped down to his inner tunic and got to work. The sound of happy tinkering echoed into the hall.
[OOC: Want to help? Hinder? Ogle a semi-dressed Jedi? Come on in!]
Attached was a note:
Anakin--
I am very proud of your efforts to get to know your fellow students at Fandom High. As a gift for your Flight Club, I managed to wrangle an old flight sim from Master Windu. He assures me that it can be reconfigured to handle a number of different ship profiles, which I imagine will come in handy for you. It had to be taken apart in order to be sent to you, but somehow I don't see you finding that to be a problem. I've included a new tool kit for you as well--you seem to have left your old one behind.
--Obi-Wan
Anakin grinned. Where was he going to put this thing? He left a message for Padmé, then cracked open the box. Thousands of gleaming pieces of metal stared back at him.
He glanced at the instruction manual to get an idea of how big the thing would be finished when it was assembled--definitely too large to stay in his room--but couldn't resist the call of something that needed to be fixed.
He stripped down to his inner tunic and got to work. The sound of happy tinkering echoed into the hall.
[OOC: Want to help? Hinder? Ogle a semi-dressed Jedi? Come on in!]