Padme's in the greenhouse, helping to tend the plants. It's where she's happiest, and when her hands are in the dirt and she's working, she can actually think about things a little better
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It had been quite some time since General Grievous left his stone sanctuary near the outskirts of town. Having avoided the apartments for gathering and planning purposes, he was composed and ready now with a battle strategy in mind in case anything should arise
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Padme is sitting in room 202, altering a piece of clothing to make it fit her better. She isn't a great seamstress, but she can do some things
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Anakin is out back, going through lightsaber katas. Anybody watching would be getting a real treat...as much as his combat form might be at least partly improvised, Anakin is having to resort to these on a very regular basis to keep his form sharp, and it would provide a beautiful light show to anyone wise enough not to get too close.
{{ooc: If anyone's pups are Force Sensetive (looking at you Anakin-mun) or psychic or maybe even if they picked the Oscar winners one time, they might have noticed a brief pulse of something some time around here. It's gone now though. Nothing of interest anymore
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The meeting's not in 202 -- since, y'know, people might want to eat. No, like always, they gather in 103; Zuko's dragged some folding chairs down, brought some water in-- the usual
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Padme has been around. In the background, being support, staying out of the limelight. She's been reclusive lately, and she knows that needs to change.
And now she is in the courtyard, clad in jeans and a t-shirt, in what passes for sunlight, doing some mending.
Anakin slips downstairs following the fighting from last night, entering room 202 quietly. He looks at the maps as he enters, and blinks in surprise. Actually, make that something more along the lines of shock. "What's a map of Naboo doing in here?"