Room 218; Tuesday, Mostly all day.

[ecirpnellehada]

At one point in her life, many points, like points of stars, srats of stniop, Adah used to draw. There weren't anything much, mirror images of things she saw, but they were through an Adah mirror, so they weren't exactly what everyone else saw. She was starting to feel like maybe she should start that again. She certainly had a few things that

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[tatooine_doofus]

Luke rapped gently on the doorjamb after his shop class--noticably droid free today--and gave Adah a small smile. "Hi."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke was still a very becoming shade of pink, but he remembered to use his pen and not his mouth this time.

"I'm not sure if I should be concerned," he scrawled. "But I'm not exactly an expert on this stuff and it's not something other guys talk to each other about."

He paused, tapping the pen against his lips, then scribbled, "Title suggestions?"

Poor, poor Luke.

[ecirpnellehada]

If it weren't for Adah's attempts to just not break down laughing at the absurdity of this, she'd marvel at how easily some of her fellow schoolmates were swayed in the direction of this particular direction.

"I'll admit that I don't know any recent publications," she wrote, her face a little pink from the effort of keeping her face as serious as possible, "because it has been forty five years for me." Still, she supplied a handwavey because the book is being a dork about making it easy for me to find the specific ones right now list of the magazines Rachel would covet and hide from their Father as Adah had her books.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke was picking up on her amusement, but was content to be the source of her entertainment if it made her happy.

He noted the titles. "I'd ask my best friend--she's a girl--but she also used to date my father (loooooooong story) and sees me as perpetually seven years old."

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah quirked another eyebrow and was tempted to remind Luke that she had plenty of time, and she did like stories, but that seemed to be like it would be almost more time than she actually had, which was impressive.

"Is this the same friend that you mentioned going to Yale?" she asked instead, because sometimes a story could also reveal itself without even realizing it, if you directed it certain ways.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke nodded, flashing her a pleased smile. "Before my father taught here, he was a student," he scrawled. "They fell in love...and he went home. I arrived, but in my time line, my father had been dead most of my life. Rory didn't take it well."

He read back what he'd written.

"My life is kind of like a soap opera," he admitted. "I also have a twin sister I didn't know about for most of my life."

[ecirpnellehada]

The soap opera life was all very well and good, but it was impossible for Adah not to become fixated on that one word. Her eyes sharply went toward Luke, with that look she got as though a word had made her entirely lose any balance she'd managed to maintain. She wondered: Luke had a twin; was it he or she that was the niwt?

Finally, after collecting and controlling the thoughts that always left her hard and cold at the mention of that word, she wrote, "I have a twin sister as well, but I have definitely always been aware of her my entire life."

There was a pause of hesitation before she added, "It would be impossible not to be; she's the reason I am the way I am."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke picked up on the emotions spinning through Adah and watched her with wide, concerned eyes.

He chewed on his lower lip before writing a tentative, "She didn't share well before you were born?" and prepared to be kicked out of the room for overstepping.

[ecirpnellehada]

The quirk of Adah's expression was nothing but wry cynicism.

"A habit that followed her out of pre-life and into actual life."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke let out a slow breath. "That was difficult, then," he guessed. "Family is supposed to help, not make things harder."

[ecirpnellehada]

To a statement like that, Adah actually had no words, just a stare, as if Luke was talking about the most foreign concept in the world to her.

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke stared back, cheeks coloring slightly. "My father would take a lightning bolt for me," he wrote, looking a little confused, "Leia would do the same. I'd do it for them. Isn't that how it works?"

[ecirpnellehada]

There was a long, calculating pause as Adah decided exactly how to respond to that.

"My father would rather strike us with lightning than take a bolt for us. My mother left me to flesh eating ants, my twin consumed half of my nutrients in the womb, and my older sister would like nothing more than to have to stop acknowledging that I exist. The only member of my family who didn't cause me grief died before she had a chance to."

There was a space left.

"Isn't that how it works?"

...Bitter? What makes you think that?

[tatooine_doofus]

"No," Luke said softly. "That's not how it works. At least not how it's supposed to."

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah, her expression almost too serene for the subject matter, let out a soft sigh.

"And so it is again: as in body, so in life, Adah Price gets it wrong once more."

[tatooine_doofus]

Luke echoed her sigh. "They were the ones in the wrong, not you," he scrawled, pen jabbing the paper a little vehemently. "You can only learn from what you know. But it feels wrong to me that the natural order might be one of desolation and pain."