tatooine_doofus: (Luke: lost)
Luke had been heading to yet another meeting (and he really had no idea why the other generals, most of whom had multiple decades on him, were paying any attention to what he had to say) when a portal he hadn't scheduled caught him in the middle of the hallway and dumped him into a snowdrift.

Luke brushed the icicles out of his hair and glanced around. "What am I doing in Stars Hollow?" he asked rhetorically.

"I have no idea," the stout man standing above him, arms crossed over his chest, replied, "but we have laws around here about people just sitting in snow for no reason."

Luke grinned. "Hi, Taylor."

"...am I supposed to know you?" Taylor replied. "And what is with young people and their hair, and their silly orange jumpsuits and their insistence on not dressing appropriately for the weather..."

Taylor continued talking as Luke looked around, slightly more concerned now. Why was he here? Had his father sent the portal for him without asking? Was the baby all right? "Is Rory here?" he asked, suddenly very worried. Taylor's memory issues could wait. "Did she have the baby really early?"

Taylor's mouth dropped open. "She's pregnant?" he gaped. "I knew that Logan boy was nothing but trouble!"

"Logan?" Luke repeated. "Who's Logan?"

He had a bad feeling about this.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: bitchface)
Luke trotted through the preserve muttering to himself. "Who gets summoned in the middle of the night by their father to meet in the woods?" he grumbled. "Besides me, of course."

He stepped into the clearing. "Hello?"

If this was an elaborate training exercise, he was going to complain to somebody.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: ommmmm)
Luke was bored.

Bored, bored, bored.

After three days, he was tired of staring at the walls. Tired of staring at the ceiling. Tired of being chained up and electrocuted every time he moved. Stupid being kidnapped.

He used the Force to itch his nose, got shocked, then sighed at the other Jedi. "Any ideas how to get out of this?"
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: oh noes!)
Luke Skywalker
Luke Skywalker
Luke was cutting through the park on his way back from the Perk. It was still entirely too cold for a boy from Tatooine and the call of hot chocolate had been too strong to resist after thinking about it all afternoon since Aly's class.

He probably should have been paying more attention to the niggling sense of danger the Force was sending him, but he wrote it off as squirrels.


Luke should've listened to that bad feeling... )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC comments fed delicious pie. All power and glory to the mighty DOOM for the other half of this conversation, and for all of the coding.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: emo lukey)
Luke hated everything.

It wasn't bad enough he'd spent the weekend as some kind of cackling villain, nooooo. He'd managed to kidnap someone who'd turned into his mother, gotten caught by two guys wearing tights and had woken up in jail.

...Where his father had bailed him out, then delivered a lecture loud enough to be heard all over the island as he was dragged back to the dorm by his ear.

He rubbed at it sulkily. "Like I would've kidnapped Padmé if I hadn't been insane," he whined to Artoo. "And why do I need to tell John to update his will?"

He buried his head under his pillow with a sigh, wondering if it was possible to never, ever come out again.

It would have been more effective if Artoo hadn't made sure the door was open.

Won't Give In - The Finn Brothers
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)
Luke and Karal stood in front of the vending machines, frantically scanning the selections for grains they could throw at the bride and groom.

"Trail mix, maybe?" Luke finally asked.
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: (Luke: sunlight)
Luke was in his room with the door cracked open a bit as he worked up his courage to deliver the flowers he'd gotten for Jo to her.

Artoo was in the corner letting out squeaks of droid-y amusement as he replayed what he thought of as the greatest hits of Luke's weekend.

Luke wasn't as amused.

[OOC: Open!]

Baker Baker - Tori Amos
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: summertime)
Manly, the World's Most Awesome Stud (did you wake up with two hot chicks yesterday? Did you? No. He didn't think you had.), strutted down the hallway shirtless.

Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome.

Pay no attention to the part where the jeans he was in seemed to be meant for someone almost a foot taller than he was. Manly certainly had.

[locked to someone in particular, then open, open, open.]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: emo lukey)
Despite his best intentions and his promise to Rikku, Luke still found himself spending a lot more time alone in his room than normal.

He’d discovered that the amount of effort it took to show the rest of the world how Completely Fine he was during the day was exhausting.

It didn’t help that the entire month of August was like navigating a mined asteroid field: still reeling from Rory’s revelation about his parents, the anniversary of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru’s deaths hit him like a body blow.

Yesterday had been Alderaan Day back home. He’d pushed past his embarrassment and residual anger at Leia to call and check up, only to be greeted with a clipped “I’m fine,” and an “I’m sure you have more important things to be attending to.” The entire conversation had taken longer to connect than to conduct.

He didn’t blame her: he wasn’t exactly the poster boy for dealing well with issues these days. See also: avoiding thinking about the entire issue by spending most of last night in the common room watching mindless television.

He curled his legs up under him, batted away Artoo’s worried attempts to help, and stared off into nothingness. Today was the anniversary of Ben’s death. A few days from now was Biggs’.

Luke was beginning to wonder if the memories of last August were going to crush him entirely.

Skywalkers and their emotions were never exactly what one would call subtle. )

[That Luke have a conversation with himself is FB, who with and what about not so much.]

Let It Be - The Beatles
tatooine_doofus: (Yoda: *is Mr. Miyagi*)
After spending all night up in the fourth floor common room watching a Space Battles marathon (and totally not trying to avoid thinking about the person who'd come into town. Or how the other member of his family would be dealing with that. Really.), Luke cracked open his door and snuck in, careful not to wake Z.

And stared at the old guy sitting on his bed.

"Um...can I help you?"

Yoda rolled his eyes. "You two have never been that quick on the uptake," he said in rolling tones. "I am Yoda."

"Yoda's green and on Dagobah!" Luke squeaked.

Yoda sighed. "No. I'm a turtle." He paused and looked down at himself. "Most days."

Luke's eyes got wider and wider. "I don't have time for this," he whined.

Yoda stared back. "That is not my problem."

[OOC: For the roomie, if she's awake...]
Basket Case - Green Day
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]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: Leia family)
Luke was standing on his hands, but he wasn't finding it tremendously helpful as an aid to concentration.

The fact that a Jedi Master was sitting on his feet offering advice while Luke was trying to maintain his own balance as well as the balance of the three rocks and a droid he was levitating probably had something to do with it, too.

Yoda had his eyes closed. )

Sick Cycle Carousel - Lifehouse
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: with Yoda)
As Luke wiped the sweat from his eyes, he wondered—and not for the first time—if it had really been worth convincing Yoda to let him learn how to be a Jedi.

He felt like he'd hardly had time to breathe since Yoda's cryptic reply of "you will be" to his assertions that he wasn't afraid.

And then Luke learned about prophecy and lightsaber combat. And bugs. )
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: with ghost!Ben)
Luke would've liked to blame the new hand or forgetting how to fly with an astromech droid, but the simple truth was that the instrument panel went dead and he ended up crashing the X-Wing into what he soon discovered to be one of the many, many swamps of Dagobah.

And lo, Luke met with a green Muppet and an Obi-Wan who had a lot of explaining to do... )
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: in the clinic)
Leia was waiting for Luke when he was finally released from the bacta tank.

"You'll never do that again, right?" she said. "Tell me that you won't go up against Darth Vader on your own with a lightsaber and only the vaguest idea of how to work it?"

Luke pouted. "I know how it works," he protested weakly.

Leia crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "Do I need to point to the med-droid who just gave you a new hand, Luke?"

Luke sighed. "No."

Leia looked at him for a long moment, then reached over and gave Luke a crushing hug. "Don't scare me like that again," she whispered fiercely in his ear. "I don't like coming back to a hundred frantic messages from you checking up on me and then finding out you tried to kill a Sith Lord by yourself."

Luke's face tightened. "I won't be trying that any time soon," he said finally, "but I have to go."

"Because the ghost of Ben Kenobi told you so?" Leia repeated, looking deeply skeptical. "We don't know what kind of pain killers they had you on in that clinic, Luke."

"He was real," Luke insisted, not for the first time. "And I have to go."

Leia sighed. "You're taking Artoo with you."

Luke blinked. "I am?"

"Someone needs to be able to fly the next time you get yourself into trouble," Leia said with a fond smile and a kiss on his forehead. "The rest of us are heading to the new rendezvous point. Take the ship—and Artoo—when you're cleared for duty." Her eyes darkened. "And call me if anything goes wrong. At the Falcon."

Luke blushed. "Because the comlink signals are blocked from space when you're hiding so the Empire can't find you," he recited sheepishly. "I'll remember next time."

Leia tousled his hair and kissed him again. "Be careful," she said.

Luke nodded. "I will be."

She gave him another lingering look then left the clinic.

Luke blew out a breath. Maybe Artoo would know where the Dagobah system was.
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: looks about 12 years old omg)
After convincing Doctor Goodchild to let him out, Luke made his way back to the dorms.

To say that it had been a shitty couple of days was downplaying things to an almost ridiculous degree.

With a tired sigh, he unlocked the door to his room and began packing a few things, then changed into his flight suit.

Exactly how he was going to fly with one hand was something he hadn't figured out yet.

Stupid cryptic Force-ghosts and their stupid cryptic instructions.

He was so focused on what he was doing that he hadn't realized he'd left the door cracked open.

ETA to avoid spamming the flist... Several hours later, after dropping Yoda off with Rory and swearing he was coming back, Luke made his way to the X-Wing. The take off was wobbly, the approach into atmosphere more so, but he was adapting quickly. A few minutes later and even the exhaust streaks in the sky had blown away.

Luke was heading home. Master Yoda had a lot of questions to answer.

Here Comes The Flood - Peter Gabriel
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: dreamer)
Luke had spent every waking moment since the vision on Tuesday trying to get in touch with Leia on her comm.

And getting nothing but static in return.

It never even occurred to him to leave a message on the Falcon for her.

Now he was perched on the top of his desk, staring out into the darkness with slightly bleary eyes, still hitting the redial.

[OOC: Locked to [livejournal.com profile] darthbanthabell, and the images, they won't be happy...]

Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometimes - Beck
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: dreamer)
Luke had been up around dawn and had perched himself on his bed where he could see out the window and look at the clouds--clouds! He couldn't see the sun!--with a small smile on his face.

He'd say he was practicing the meditation thing his father had been so fond of. He was really just daydreaming.

[OOC: Locked to the dark, hulking mouth breather. Nebulous vision-thing with permission of the gracious [livejournal.com profile] onceaking.]

Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas

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