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For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

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.

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

Palpatine was in shock.

He was also in a bar, watching the rest of the Residence from a table near the exit of it. He was not drunk yet, but the gaping wound in his mind that would have been his knowledge of the Force, his very perception of the Force, grated on him every moment, which had led to him stumbling and falling, twisting one arm rather severely. And, instead of using Force healing techniques, he was forced to use a simple bandage and sling.

And so he was drinking, and watching the place, and unhappy.

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)