Val's in the bar, sitting at at table, her feet up on the table, and reading a book. She seems quasi-bored, quasi-distracted.

The front door opens and Leia walks through. She looks around, then shrugs and heads for the bar.

Leia's never liked the feeling of running away.

Perhaps that's why the front door opens tonight and she steps through into the bar once more.

The Force does strange things. Really it does. Even Jedi of the old Republic can't figure out everything. One moment, he is sensing the demise of a Jedi, a friend, a man of great potential, and the next moment, he is standing on the inside of a door, looking out over a cantina. Well, not exactly a cantina, a place like he has never seen before. He ( Read more... )

She's not at the stage where she's showing, yet, but by now Padme's very aware, on some level, that she feels pregnant.

Of course, the morning sickness does a lot to help with that one.

Tea. Nice tea. Tea is good.

Oh, look, it's a dead Jedi. Aren't we all surprised?

Anakin sits at a table, sketching. Occasionally he crumples up the piece of paper he is working on and starts anew.

(OOC: Mun is v. v. sleep-deprived. If I abruptly die on you, this is why.)

*The lake water is a deep, cool blue. It's inviting. Take a dip.*

[OOC: Gone and back again]

Obi-Wan comes downstairs, looking for Anakin. He doesn't spot him because LJ is being ebil and not letting redeemed_one log in, but he does see someone else from his part of the cosmos.

Anakin sits in a booth, eating a bowl of soup. It's cold outside.