Room 317 [after class, before Flight Club]
Luke was lounging on his bed juggling: he had a pen, a boot and a pissed-off turtle spinning in circle.
Sometimes Force training could look a lot like goofing off.
But he figured that between classes and borrowing Vader's TIE fighter to help rescue Aeryn (even it it had involved being hit on by two different aliens, what the hell), he deserved some time off to have a bit of fun.
It wasn't like he'd had the easiest time in Flight Club last week: flying his father's ship had been...difficult. And the assembly had just been bizarre (not as weird as going into space in a non-aerodynamic bus, but still pretty weird)--though seeing Molly's swoop bike had more than made up for getting randomly wet.
Not that Luke would ever turn down an opportunity to get randomly wet, but he was pretty sure that was one of those weird desert planet things he should keep to himself.
He was distracted from his juggling by a chirp of an incoming message.
He carefully put everything back down--Yoda was plotting evil turtle-y revenge now that he was back in his tank--and turned to his computer, grinning at the message he received. "She's coming," he told Yoda with a bounce.
Yoda was too busy sulking to care.
[OOC: door's closed but knockable.]
Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional
Sometimes Force training could look a lot like goofing off.
But he figured that between classes and borrowing Vader's TIE fighter to help rescue Aeryn (even it it had involved being hit on by two different aliens, what the hell), he deserved some time off to have a bit of fun.
It wasn't like he'd had the easiest time in Flight Club last week: flying his father's ship had been...difficult. And the assembly had just been bizarre (not as weird as going into space in a non-aerodynamic bus, but still pretty weird)--though seeing Molly's swoop bike had more than made up for getting randomly wet.
Not that Luke would ever turn down an opportunity to get randomly wet, but he was pretty sure that was one of those weird desert planet things he should keep to himself.
He was distracted from his juggling by a chirp of an incoming message.
He carefully put everything back down--Yoda was plotting evil turtle-y revenge now that he was back in his tank--and turned to his computer, grinning at the message he received. "She's coming," he told Yoda with a bounce.
Yoda was too busy sulking to care.
[OOC: door's closed but knockable.]
Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional