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Jaina made her way out to the grass in front of the residence, the area she'd indicated to Obi Wan to meet and spar and began some stretching exercises and Jedi breathing techniques, She'd deliberately arrived early so as to better prepare to face someone like Kenobi, someone she knew would challenge her.

It was weird, she could only think of the Mando techniques she'd learned from Fett and his people, the techniques she'd learned deliberately to fight Jacen and it was confusing the kriff out of her.

"Sword of the Jedi" she muttered, igniting her lightsaber and staring into the purple blade as she held it before her, stepping into a Mando attack pose and nodded becoming a swirling beacon of cold rage just as they'd taught her, ignoring her surroundings just picturing Darth Caedus, ending his life, and she would do it for Mara and his other victims, and for Jacen Solo who he had once been.

She slashed with the saber lost in the rage.

Who: Jack Harkness & Anyone Looking For Some Fun
When: What are you doing right now? ;) (Warning: I may be a bit slow tagging...)
Where: The Games Room, Here
Rating: Oh, hell... Let's go with NC-17, 'cause Buffy wants the pool table and who is Jack to say 'no'? Snogging, swearing and shagging. Very Torchwood, actually...
Summary: Jack Harkness is trying to unwind, kill some time, and think...



He was alone in the Games Room, but that was fine. With any luck, he'd be able to shake the blues or whatever it was that had descended upon him. A feeling of 'meh', as he thought of it. After being stuck Here for a while, he was catching himself getting up at odd hours, wandering the grounds in the pouring rain, walking the roof without shoes on. He was getting used to it all, and as he couldn't die, he was having his life Here drag before his eyes as one, mindless, frustrating, numb day after the other.

Shit.

Captain Jack Harkness poured more Scotch into the crystal tumbler he'd been using for the last three hours and took a deep sip as he studied the pool table. He was playing against himself, which was interesting and boring, simultaneously. He wasn't drunk, but was slightly buzzed, though he had to maintain a steady pace of consumption to even keep the buzz.

Billie Holiday sang the blues on the radio over by the window. How fitting, but then, he'd requested it.

He sighed, lined up a shot and called it to the empty room.

"Eight ball in the side pocket..."

Jaina sat in the bar having left notes for both Islan and Obi Wan And boy was that still weird to meet her in the bar, Islan's note had explained that there was someone else from their galaxy here, maybe even his time and they needed to discuss their options.

She wore a simple green jumpsuit, her lightsaber hanging from the belt at her waist and sipped at a Corellian Ale as she waited for the two men to arrive.

Kara has been sitting on the rock near the lake for a few hours when the sun starts to rise. It seemed as good a place as any to sit, and the alcohol is warming her up nicely despite the early morning chill.

She doesn't want to go back into the Residence - she really doesn't want to see Lee any time soon. He probably just said that thing about Zak to hurt her, but he'd been right.

She killed him.

She throws her head back and gulps down some more ambrosia, the liquid burning its way down her throat. It's almost empty, and she's managed to drink a sizeable amount of the whiskey, too. The pain is starting to dull, and she leans back on her hands, looking out over the lake.

She's barefoot and scruffy looking, and is definitely drunk, should anyone be brave enough to approach her.

(OOC: Rated R for Unexpected Naked Jack!

ETA: Aaaand Unexpected Naked Kara! Though, these two could never be entirely unexpected...)

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and OTA
Where: Naboo then the Lobby of Here
When: What time is it, anyway? ;)
Rating: No clue. We'll say PG-13, and adjust if necessary.
Summary: An unexpected journey...

"The council has granted me permission to train you. You will be a Jedi, I promise."

~ Obi-Wan Kenobi, recent Jedi Knight, to young Anakin Skywalker, 'The Phantom Menace'.


He didn't know how long he'd been sitting at the window, staring out at the Naboo sky. In a few hours, he would attend the ceremony for his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, at the Theed Funeral Temple. In the space of the last forty-eight hours, he had witnessed death and hope, and a myriad of other experiences that made for quite a memorable time. And yet he, felt empty.

He had made a promise, and despite his misgivings, he would follow through with that promise.

Obi-Wan Kenobi dragged a hand through his hair - and encountered his braid.

Master...

Young Anakin Skywalker was probably sleeping right now, or not, being as he was young and apparently full of boundless energy.

When did I start feeling old?

He sighed and stood, resolved to make himself ready. Still in his cloak and tunic, from his meeting with the Jedi Council, his lightsaber secure on his belt, he turned his back on the view and crossed the room. Intent on some meditation before a bath, he went through the door and paused, taking a moment to absorb the object before him.

There was a box on the counter. He looked around and frowned slightly before stepping forward and carefully lifting it. He examined it closely, discovered it contained thirteen, oddly-shaped pieces and tipped them onto the counter. It was a puzzle. From Anakin? He sighed, analyzed and assembled the pieces into a cube -

And found himself in some sort of reception area, with varied seating, pictures on the wall and large, draped windows with a view of beautiful lawns.

Obi-Wan blinked, strode out the doors into the sunshine, stopped and stared. He quickly deduced that not only was he not anywhere near his chambers, but that he was no longer on Naboo at all.

Re-entering the structure, he took a few cautious steps and tried to locate any clue as to where he had, somehow, been transported. He stretched his senses using the Force and came to an alarming conclusion.

"I have a very bad feeling about this," he murmured aloud.

Who: OTA
Where: by the Lake- Faith's feeling emotional.
When: early evening- Thursday.

Faith leaned against the tree as she sat on the ground, watching the water. The sun was starting to set, sending the rays dancing over the waves. She felt exhausted, sleep had been an issue for her the last several nights. It was finally starting to hit her that she was out of jail and she really didn't feel ready. The first few months had felt unreal, but life was starting to settle into a routine. People had gotten married for christ sake, she was even seeing someone. Now it felt real. And so the nightmares had started again, just as they had in the first few weeks of prison.

Torturing Wesley. The fight with Angel in the alleyway.

"You can't take me, no one can take me"

"You don't know what evil is."

"Why won't you do it? Just kill me."

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories and calm her emotions down. It scared her, the idea that she might lose control again, go crazy and start hurting people again. She was supposed to be still in jail, serving 25 to life for murder. It didn't seem right that she was out and free like this.

"Let me see it," he holds his hand out to have a look at the puzzle.  It does look complicated.

She pulled her hand out of his reach, smirking at him. This was comfortable, this she knew. Teasing and playing, it's what they'd
always done. Even though him sitting so close made her very aware that they were alone.

"No, I got it," she said, still smirking, slotting the piece she had in her hand in and reaching for another.

She was taunting him now.

"Hey let me see," Lee made a grab for the nearly complete puzzle.

She laughed.

"See with your eyes not with your hands, Lee," she teased, as the piece slotted in. He made another lunge for it, leaning over her and
grabbing it.

She laughed and tackled him, trying to get it back. They tousled, laughing and trading insults, even running around the room, each getting a piece in every now and then, and soon there was only one piece left.

She leaned over, holding his arm still so she could slot it in place, determined to be the one to finish the puzzle.

"Aha!" she cried, triumphant, grinning at him as the piece clicked in.

But something was wrong. She looked up, and her brow furrowed, reaching for her sidearm instinctively, spinning around and looking at her new surroundings. Chairs. Carpets under her feet. Natural light...

They weren't on Galactica anymore.

"What the frak?" she breathed, looking over at Lee, completely freaked out.

Amanda has been focusing on getting back in shape and tending to Harold which aren't always mutually exclusive.

The day is turning to night and the lightsaber she is practicing with is cutting through the vacating light of day. There are some beads of sweat rolling down her forehead but she shows no sign of slowing down. Perhaps if someone happens by she will stop to converse.

What: Lucas and Layla's wedding, set at dusk, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.

(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)

( The Wedding of Mr. Lucas Eugene Scott and Ms. Layla Sophie Williams. Please come and celebrate with them on this wonderful and special day. )

Who: Damn near everyone (except for Mr. Bunny).
Where: The Ballroom (where you dance, not where you play with balls).
When: Right now, actually... ;)
Rating: Jack swears sometimes, some maybe PG-13. Will alter if required.
Summary: Stag and Doe for Lucas and Layla.


The sign on the Ballroom door read:

Stag and Doe: Lucas and Layla (respectively). 
Come on in and help them celebrate 
their love for one another (that means you)

Jack checked to make sure everything was in place. The sound system was ready to take requests. He had arranged for a microphone to be set up on a small, raised platform, for announcements, speeches and the like. There were streamers and balloons, two tables of food and a table of beverages for all tastes. He had two crowns set aside for the special couple to wear later on and party favours scattered around the room.

Right now, he set the music for some soft rock 'n' roll, so people could dance if they wanted, but could converse comfortably. He figured 'simple but fun' was the way to go. He'd thought about the whole 'girl popping out of the cake' scenario, and even considered twisting it so that he popped out of the cake instead, but this was a 'family show', not one of those parties.

Jack, dressed simply in a blue t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, checked his watch and waited for people to arrive, hoping that Layla and Lucas would like what he'd done. He hadn't really met Layla yet, so he was a little nervous.

I'm a Best Man who doesn't really know the Bride-to-Be. How weird is that?

[[ OOC: Ahem, sorry. Posting order? What is this strange thing you speak of? ;) I didn't set it up that way at all, at all. Just have fun, tag who you like, and dance when the spirit moves you. :D ]]

Jaina closed her eyes, she was walking in the snow focusing on the Force now it was back with her. She'd been ready for the Meteor shower but it had disturbed her, how reliant on it she was. She settled near the lake not minding the cold and allowed herself to fall into a Jedi Meditation

She focused on stretching out with the force, trying to find her mother or uncle. Even Kyp.

"Please" she whispered "Please find me, Please don't let him have found you first" she whispered

Jaina sat in Blix twirling a cocktail stick between her fingers.

It was weird, the Force wasn't with her. She expected it, she'd heard of it. But it didn't make things any easier.

It reminded her of the ylsimiri, the creatures that could block out the force, of Mrkyr.

Anakin.

She shook her head and took another sip.

Who: Lucas and OTA
When: Monday afternoon.
Where: The library.

Lucas sat at a table in the library with his laptop. He was doing some research and writing some of his book. He was deep in thought. He was typing on the laptop and probably wouldn't notice anyone unless they talked to him.

Who: The Doctor, OTA
Where: The Library
What: Uh, a bored Time Lord is never a good thing...

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The Doctor sat in his chair in the library, surrounded by piles of books. He was sitting oddly, sideways with his long legs draped over the arm, and one arm lying limp by his side as the other held a book on front of his face.

He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, his suit jacket is in a crumpled heap on the floor, and his shirtsleeves are rolled up. His hair is sticking up at bizarre angles and there is a dangerous glint in his eyes underneath the glasses perched on his nose.

He really isn't as scary as he looks, but anyone who approaches him should be prepared for slightly more manic rambling than usual.

Palpatine blinked as he looked up...well, what had been his desk in his Senatorial quarters on Coruscant. He looked around slowly, blinked, and looked again. He was sitting on a chair... in something very like one of those Merchant Hotel things that some of the Trade Federation representatives built everywhere.

"What--?"

He looked down at his hands and gaped for a moment as the puzzle he had been clutching, just completed, vanished. How>? A transport program, hidden? He had been abducted!

He peered around, shivering in his robes as he glanced through the strange place.

"Where am I?"

He was angry, but nothing of i showed in his voice or eyes, or his stance.Instead he appeared harmless, seemed harmless, sounded harmless. He was the very picture of a confused middle aged man.

(ooc: please read the note in the OOC before tagging)

Jaina had explored a lot of this place and discovered three very important facts. One, yes they had bars, she'd grown very very well acquainted with these since she'd gotten here, and thanked the Force for them practically every day, two, she hadn't found anyone from her world and three, being grounded with no way to get back flying was driving her slowly mad.

Actually no she'd rephrase that, Very very quickly mad.

So for the fourth day running, she sat in what looked like a Rec Room a steaming cup of Caf in front of her and tried once again to get her bearings in this strange world she'd been pulled to. She'd been trying to figure out a way to contact her parents without relying on asking for help but it was proving tricky to say the least.

"Stang" she muttered to herself, stirring her Caf

Mimi settled back against the pillows and picked up the puzzle she'd been playing with over the last few days. She was sitting on her bed, Roger's guitar in her lap. Helped, sometimes, being near to something he loved so much. She couldn't play it, but the weight of was comforting. It was raining outside, and she was so glad to be inside in the Loft.

"Hee, that tickles," she said, giggling, looking down at Angel, who was painting her toenails blue. He smiled back at her.

She went back to the puzzle, finally slotting the last piece in.

Suddenly, it was like the bed had disappeared, and they were falling. She grabbed for the guitar as it slipped - her hands were empty, where had the puzzle gone? - but it wasn't long before they landed.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. They'd landed on the floor, she could feel a very plush carpet underneath her hand.

This was weird.

She looked down to see if Angel was okay.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Where the hell are we?" she added, as an afterthought.

Faith was in the Fitness Centre, seeing how far she could push her healed up body. Being a Slayer rocked, her broken ribs had healed up so much faster than a humans. But, like anyone else, she still needed some physio to get the muscles back to full working order and this was the first chance she'd had to really try some training.

After some cardio work she moved to the centre of the room, focusing on her breathing, before beginning on her Tai Chi routine, hoping to both stretch her body and calm her mind, which was still all over the place, for so many reasons. Never good. That way led to going crazy. So she was really hoping someone would come along to distract her some before her thoughts got too weird.

Once again, Elaine is in the tearoom. She has her embroidery this time, a decoration of lilies on white linen fabric. She has been well, mostly. Her nightmares have somewhat abated and her sleeping schedule has gone back to normal.

She's been spending a goodly amount of time with Sparhawk, which she greatly enjoys. It is good to be with someone where one does not necessarily have to fill the time together with talk. Indeed, there are times when they must part that she wishes they did not have to. But Elaine must sleep sometime. She is not used to being awake long after dark.

It is good to lose herself in the simplicity of embroidery every so often. It gives her time to ponder things.

The hydrospanner hit the far wall with a satisfying thud and Jaina Solo, Sword of the Jedi Order, slid down the side of her X Wing fighting the tears back from her eyes.

"SithSpawn" she cursed, the phrase only making her feel worse since that much at least wasn't true. Her twin had made the choice all on his own. And Mara had paid the price for his darkness.

"Agh" she growled, kicking the side of her ship. It neither made her feel better nor fixed Jacen. But it had seemed appropriate at the time.

She wiped her hands on an already dirty hand towel and moved toward the changing rooms and the sanisteam throwing her clothes and tools on a bench.

After the Sanisteam Jania emerged back into the changing room to find a puzzle box perched atop the tool box.

One of Uncle Luke's little exercises obviously.

Her mind was fine. It was her body she needed to train. She needed to fight Jacen, Kill him. Finish this once and for all.

But she wasn't ready.

The box stayed there, untouched for a few days. Through scouting missions, training, even an encounter with a GAG ship.

It stayed there through dinner with her parents, she'd never seen them so somber, Her dad didn't know what to do, never having been good with this sort of thing. Jaina had talked to him about her ship and to her Mom about Jag who wasn't a boyfriend but maybe could someday be.

Jacen was not mentioned though they, all three thought of him.

And then she'd gone to meet Luke dressed like a Jedi, Lightsabre hanging from her belt, she figured she should do his puzzle thingy before she got there. There might be some point to it he wanted to make to her. And she'd learned to listen to her Uncle.

She sat on a bench watching the cars fly by overhead, watching the carefully constructed Courscanti trees blow in the light breeze, and she worked on it, getting to the end as she heard the voice.

"Jaina" he said and her heart broke almost as she slid the last piece into place. He sounded so sad.

"I did it" she said with a shrug but she hadn't said it to her Uncle.

She jumped from the floor where she'd landed on, using the Force to help her land on her feet and looked around. It looked like one of the fancier hotels on Courscant. But how the hell had she gotten here, had she been knocked out. Had Uncle Luke. Had that even been her Uncle.

Was this all a trap...

"Jacen!" she screamed angrily "Show yourself you coward" she yelled over the audible snap-hiss as she activated her violet coloured lightsaber and fell into a battle stance.