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tatooine_doofus) wrote2006-11-06 09:53 am
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Room 317 [early, early morning, NFB]
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
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Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas
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
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Then Willow was gone...and so was the vision.
Luke curled his arms around his legs and tried to remember how to breathe normally.
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Things were going according to plan.
The next few visions...would not be as pleasant.