tatooine_doofus: (Luke: very serious)
Luke finally had a chance to catch his breath -- evacuating bases was always a little busy -- and spun around in his office chair (the door was closed so the rest of the Rogues couldn't see him acting like a kid) before firing up his datapad for the first time in a couple of days.

He typed out a quick message.

Written transmission, yay! )

Five minutes after his email conversation with Jo began, another email went out:

To: The usual suspects
From: Luke Skywalker <farmboy@holonet.com>
Subject: GROUNDED

I HAVE A KID AT THE SCHOOL NOW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME? GROUNDED. ALL OF YOU.

[ooc: If you think you got them, you did!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: being sullen)
Luke was putting the last of his belongings into bags and boxes and trying not to be too upset about leaving Fandom forever tomorrow morning.

Outside his alcove, Artoo was selling copies of Fandom's Greatest Humiliations over the last two years for what he felt was a very reasonable price.

Whenever the melancholy threatened to overwhelm Luke, he'd look over at the little droid who'd begin to whistle "Doe, a Deer."

Artoo wasn't big on feeling sorry for yourself.

[OOC: Luke's farewell post! Come say goodbye :(]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: weetiny thinking)
"And AND AND I flew off of a horse! And off of a table! And my bed! And we tried to get on the shuttle to give cookies to Yoda but this lady stopped us and now Yoda will be green forever! Oh! AND Gavin called me a girl."

Luke had been babbling into his comlink for ten straight minutes.

There was a long pause from the other end. "Okay, who is this really?" Leia asked.

"'s Luke," Luke replied. "Still."

There was another pause, then a prolonged laughing fit. "Is Artoo taking holos?" she asked.

"Yes," Luke said, "and now I have to go. I'm gonna call Daddy and Daddy's fancy in Connect-the-cat."

Leia was still laughing when Luke ended the call and called Anakin.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: fixing things)
After an interesting conversation with his father early in the morning, Luke had gone for a long run.

And then an even longer session alone with the punching bag.

And then he'd tried some meditation.

Now? He'd spread parts to a small droid out all over the floor, back carefully turned away from the half of the room that was supposed to have a Z in it, and fiddled around with electronics.

Loud Corellian rock was blaring from his stereo and out through the open door.

If you asked him? He was fine.
tatooine_doofus: (iharthdarth fonk)
Somewhere between many, many shots (some of them at a dart board!) and a Brilliant Plan involving a horse, Luke had veered off from the rest of the group and passed out in the stables.

"Guys?" he mumbled in his sleep, burrowing deeper into the hay, "is this about my third arm? Cause I really can't see it."

His head banged up against the wood of the stall. "Ow," he said, sitting up, then grabbed his head and moaned. "Owwwwww."

[OOC: Establishy, unless you have some reason to be in the stable to mock a hungover Jedi.]
tatooine_doofus: (Default)
Luke didn't have class today, so he saw absolutely no reason to leave his room.

This decision would've been a lot easier if Artoo hadn't chosen to spend the day there as well, singing "I Think I Love You."

"Yeah, yeah, you're terribly funny," Luke retorted, tossing a pillow at him and staring at the ceiling, still trying to get a handle on the people he'd seen over the weekend, and what he'd figured out about Jaina's version of Han.

He could use a distraction.
tatooine_doofus: (Default)
Luke came back to his room, checked his voicemail, and blinked.

A lot. He helpfully returned the message.

The second one made him glare at the machine for a moment before returning the message, the third had him goggling for a solid minute before calling back, and the the fourth left him anxious to set the record straight. Gavin really needed to move on, too, dammit, so he called back and told him so.

[OOC: More to be added as they come in...]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: hand holding Leia blue)
After his workshop with Mr. Winchester, Luke came back to his room to convince Artoo that Leia had gone home.

Artoo, still in the closet, remained unconvinced.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this," Luke told the door, rolling his eyes. "She came, she saw him, she had ice cream, she went home. Really."

Artoo let out a mournful whistle.

"Fine," Luke said, flouncing back to his bed. "I'll be over here, practicing levitation with Yoda who's a turtle again, thank the Force."

Yoda? Not thrilled by getting spun through the air again, but he couldn't talk any more, so no one cared.

The door was cracked open.

[OOC: Conversation between Luke & Rikku is locked to them and the topic is NFB, thanks!]

I Want Candy - Bow Wow Wow
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: I get it now!)
After spending some time removing onion dip from Artoo’s internal systems—Force know how that had gotten there—Luke finally reached for his comlink and made a long-delayed transmission.

Leia answered immediately, and Luke chattered happily on about his workshops—and Tori— and some of the new students he’d met, including Bigg’s cousin—and Tori—and why getting bit by a gremlin had been a terrible mistake.

Leia laughed for a solid minute once Luke explained who Siegfried and Roy were. “It sounds like you’re settling right back in,” she said.

Luke nodded, then took a deep breath. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have taken this long to do it.”

“What happened to the shuttle?” Leia asked immediately, eyebrows flying up.

“Nothing,” Luke said, “but when I came back to Fandom, I wasn’t alone.”

Then he told her who’d been with him.

Leia’s momentary silence was the dangerous calm of the Tatooine desert before a wind storm kicked up.

He’s WHAT?! You WHAT?! You waited how long to tell me?!” she exploded, her voice loud enough to be heard down the hallway.

Artoo moaned and rolled into Luke’s closet.

Luke chewed on his lower lip. “I was wrong,” he said quietly.

“’Wrong’ doesn’t come close to describing this, Luke Skywalker,” Leia spat, her image going in and out of his view as she paced. “He stood there on the Death Star and did nothing as Ald…he put Han into…He’s alive?!

Her eyes finally focused on Luke’s and the anger in them made him flinch backwards. “I’m coming to see him,” she said, every inch the icy royal. “I’ll be there on Friday. We’ll talk about this more when I arrive.”

Her image shut off abruptly and Luke let out a deep sigh.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he muttered.

From the closet, Artoo wibbled his agreement.

[OOC: Leia was loud, ya'll. Feel free to knock on the door.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: needs therapy)
Luke was covered in glitter.

Luke remembered everything he did last night.

Which was why Luke was also under his bed.

And never, ever coming out again.

Ever.

Artoo's electronic snickers weren't helping matters either.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: dreamer)
Luke was sitting out on the steps leading to his cabin waiting for Gavin.

A night of drinking their way through the booze at Caritas sounded like way more fun than counting sand or trying to bribe their way into a Mos Eisley cantina, anyway.

[OOC: For the other farmboy from Tatooine, please.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: dark & confuzzled)
After leaving Rory a message to meet for lunch in the clearing she'd mentioned to him, Luke had wandered down to J, GOB for the proper supplies.

Being a boy, they leaned heavily towards Things Stuck Between Bread and Things Made of Chocolate and not so much with the vegetables or fruit.

He plopped down on the grass and tried to process some of the people he'd met in the last few days: a frog, a giant turtle, a girl from the future (though not his), Gavin--who wasn't nine years old any more, apparently-- a Padawan from the past, and oh, let's not forget, his niece. What the hell, Fandom, what the hell.

The people in Platypus seemed to be pretty great, though -- and Annette seemed really excited about his date with Tori.

Not that he was nervous about that. At all.

Except for the part where he was.

His gaze rested on initials carved into a tree nearby and he fought the instinct to roll his eyes. Hopefully his father hadn't done anything stupid to Rory in the last few weeks.

He wasn't counting on it, though.

[OOC: for [livejournal.com profile] rory__gilmore, please]

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