[To Sleep, Perchance to Dream | Active & Open]
Who: Luke Skywalker and YOU!
Where: The Observatory to start, then wherever the threads go.
When: Day 3.
What: Luke wakes up after his unintended nap, hilarity/mindfrakking/what-have-you ensues.
Warnings: None yet.
The first thing Luke experienced was disorientation, similar to what he'd felt when he'd arrived but far more acute. The few times he'd been drunk, the moment of waking was like standing and discovering the ground was tilting away under your feet; like the deck of a ship with the inertial dampeners dialed down. The last thing he remembered was the sensation that Obi-Wan must have felt, when Alderaan had been destroyed; the closest thing Luke had to it was the way the Force had roiled through the Yuuzhan Vong war. Death, anger, fear; he felt the echoes of those things in his spirit still.
The floor was cool under his cheek, and Luke struggled up to a sitting position, blinking around the room. It seemed too bright, for the way things felt still and how achy his body was. Had he passed out? He must have, to wake up on the floor. That was bad. He'd never experienced something so acute before... maybe that explained why his head hurt, too. And why he wasn't where he'd started out.
He'd been in the observatory, meditating - it was the room he was most comfortable in, not to mention having a lot of good space for lightsaber practice - but when that unearthly screaming had begun... He had to make sure everyone was all right. Luke winced as he got to his feet. "I'm really too old for such a hard bed," he said to himself, and managed a smile as he checked himself over for injuries. None, but when he pulled up his sleeves he found a strange mark on one arm. Brow furrowed, Luke wet a thumb and scrubbed at it (bringing back memories of Aunt Beru scrubbing at some stain or smear of grease when he was a boy), but it was stubborn and refused to come off. Oh well, he'd heard of worse things than unintentional tattoos happening to people when they blacked out.
Stretching, Luke eyed the door. It was time to head out.
Where: The Observatory to start, then wherever the threads go.
When: Day 3.
What: Luke wakes up after his unintended nap, hilarity/mindfrakking/what-have-you ensues.
Warnings: None yet.
The first thing Luke experienced was disorientation, similar to what he'd felt when he'd arrived but far more acute. The few times he'd been drunk, the moment of waking was like standing and discovering the ground was tilting away under your feet; like the deck of a ship with the inertial dampeners dialed down. The last thing he remembered was the sensation that Obi-Wan must have felt, when Alderaan had been destroyed; the closest thing Luke had to it was the way the Force had roiled through the Yuuzhan Vong war. Death, anger, fear; he felt the echoes of those things in his spirit still.
The floor was cool under his cheek, and Luke struggled up to a sitting position, blinking around the room. It seemed too bright, for the way things felt still and how achy his body was. Had he passed out? He must have, to wake up on the floor. That was bad. He'd never experienced something so acute before... maybe that explained why his head hurt, too. And why he wasn't where he'd started out.
He'd been in the observatory, meditating - it was the room he was most comfortable in, not to mention having a lot of good space for lightsaber practice - but when that unearthly screaming had begun... He had to make sure everyone was all right. Luke winced as he got to his feet. "I'm really too old for such a hard bed," he said to himself, and managed a smile as he checked himself over for injuries. None, but when he pulled up his sleeves he found a strange mark on one arm. Brow furrowed, Luke wet a thumb and scrubbed at it (bringing back memories of Aunt Beru scrubbing at some stain or smear of grease when he was a boy), but it was stubborn and refused to come off. Oh well, he'd heard of worse things than unintentional tattoos happening to people when they blacked out.
Stretching, Luke eyed the door. It was time to head out.