Room 317 [entirely too early in the morning]

[tatooine_doofus]

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

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[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Put him outside and let him fend for himself today?" Luke asked hopefully.

[multiplez]

"But he's a pet turtle!" Z protested. On the other hand, she really did not want to change with him in the room. "Maybe we could make Artoo look after him?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Artoo blatted a definite negative.

"He's not coming out of the closet until Leia leaves," Luke translated.

[multiplez]

"Artoo?" Z called to the closet. "What did you do to Luke's sister? Do you owe her a yeast puppet show, too?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Artoo babbled out a hysterical story about Nubian starfighters and forty years of Skywalker idiocy and how he'd learned by now to stay the hell out of their way.

Luke caught none of it.

"I have...no idea what he's talking about," he admitted.