tatooine_doofus: (Luke: looking down)
Luke, dressed all in black and sporting a black glove on his right hand, opened the door to his room to the annoyed beeping of Artoo.

"Look, I'm sorry that I couldn't figure out where the elevator is," Luke said, rolling his eyes. "The stairs won't actually kill you, you know."

Artoo's long response clearly thought otherwise.

"This is it," Luke said, sweeping his arm around the room. "Not a lot to see, really."

He propped the door open, made a few handwavey calls to friends and then began unpacking as the astromech explored.

[OOC: The Jedi is back! New friends, old friends, come on by!]
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
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: golden)
Luke hadn't been able to fall back to sleep after the dream...vision...thing he'd had last night.

He sat curled up in his blankets on his bed and watched the sun rise. Seeing just the one hadn't gotten less bizarre.

He'd skipped the party last night; he didn't really get the idea behind Halloween, hadn't had a costume anyway and had been a bit tired from learning how to swim (or at least how to keep from drowning). Besides, he'd already been social at the bonfire--s'mores were the best thing ever, he'd decided, though hot chocolate also sounded intriguing--and he needed to find a non-pink hat to wear before it got much colder. He'd also had fun talking with Lyra, Molly, Aeryn and John at Rory's birthday.

John. Luke stared out into space again, thinking back to last night. Had it been real? Could Jedi do something like that?

How would he bring it up in conversation anyway? "Hey, Aeryn, how's John's mother? Still alive and stuff?"

Too creepy. Bordering on "Mimas looks like the Death Star" creepy. He picked up the copy of The Art of War he'd borrowed from the library, and began flipping through the pages, hoping for a distraction.

[OOC: Mostly a linkdrop, but if the roomie's around...]

Sick Cycle Carousel - Lifehouse
tatooine_doofus: (Luke: Jedi)
Luke was lying on his stomach watching the video feeds of Anakin's lightsaber workouts that Peter had given him and taking notes. He'd occasionally freeze a section and stand up to reenact the pose.

It wasn't the fastest way to learn a weapon, but it was working. Not that he wanted to confront Vader any time soon (he was enjoying his classes (even if he and Bridge were never going to be friends), chatting with interesting people (though his conversation with Schrodinger had been a little strange), and going to a carnival and a dance too much to want to fling himself into a potentially suicidal confrontation) but the scales must be balanced eventually.

He just hoped that the lessons he was getting with Aeryn and the things he had learned from the library would be enough, at least until he got a chance to spar with Angel. And he was a good shot, too--even though he was certain that more than a few people had probably attempted that approach already. And trying for a strafing run in the X-Wing was just silly (even if Rory had liked the flight).

He picked up the stick he'd been using to imitate the weight of the lightsaber and tried to repeat one of his father's complicated movements against the training remote, stumbling a little on the footwork. Luke pressed his lips together and tried again.

He was going to get this right.

[OOC: Mostly a linkdrop of doom but if anyone wants to stop in to see him barreling around like a bantha, the door is knockable.]

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