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: needs therapy)
After last night's...terrible, terrible experience in the common room, Luke was planning on a nice, relaxing night in his room.

Under his covers.

Whimpering.

Artoo, on the other hand, was at Luke's desk making many, many CDs of the performance.

He'd also propped the door open when Luke wasn't paying attention. Evil droid.

[OOC: ooooopen!]
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: dork)
Luke's education on Tatooine had missed a few key points, and Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru hadn't exactly been keen on filling in the details. ("Luke Skywalker, that's how you catch diseases. Stay out of the cantinas.")

But if he and Jo were going to keep moving forward (and he really, really, really hoped so. Dying a virgin would be sad.), he'd need to learn about this sort of thing.

And asking his father was just...a whole conversation he didn't want to have.

So he made a call to someone who was hopefully used to dealing with clueless boys from Tatooine, then stuck Artoo in the closet (no need for him to tape this, thanks) and paced by the door.

[OOC: For Inara, 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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