RP: Two Little Stories Who Luke Skywalker and Matt Prept Where In rooms, and the lobby What Reactions to the new Dementor levels When Between just before Midnight, 9/23 and this morning, 9/24 Warnings/Rating Depression, silliness, idk Status Open and Ongoing Note Tag either. Matt's in the Kitchen, Luke's in the main lobby. Multiple threads welcomed! Also, this is long!
Luke had jolted awake when he felt the increase of negative power, and ti almost knocked him out of his bed. He shuddered as forces clashed inside him, making him cry out in frustration as depression and hope warred. This place seemed so far away from his home, so far away from anything he knew, that he felt like there was nothing at all he could do to make things better, nothing he could say or think to make things right.
He staggered out of bed, still feeling like his head was a battleground, not understanding as he felt so much negative emotion. Was this what it has been like for Ben when Alderaan was destroyed? He didn't feel death, and he was almost sure he would, instead, he felt darkness, a lack of anything good, almost like a void had opened in the world and was threatening to swallowing him up.
At the same time, he felt a thing thread of hope, of something like a light inside him, pushing against that darkness. But why did it feel so weak? So far away? He dressed, and slowly made his way downstairs, somehow not surprised to see so many people there, so many who were up, despite the hour. Not really thinking, he joined in what was happening, making himself useful. But his motions were slow and very much mechanical, as he felt numb, unable to think or move quickly.
Matt had woken suddenly, feeling as if everything bad ever was on it's way to devour him. His dreams had been nightmares, though he couldn't remember what they'd been about, and he wanted more than anything to have something good in his mind and heart right now. So he concentrated on his powers, and soon the blankets and the bed, and the pillows were all moving and talking to him. Under such an onslaught, even the darkest of things subsided and he felt like a huge weight had lifted from him. With a shout, he rose, and dressed and headed for the lobby.
An army of pillows, shoes, and little things followed him, his power spreading as he moved. He was concentrating so fiercely he almost didn't see the man moving around like he was in a slump. But his power did.
Luke was startled when his lightsaber spoke. "Luke! Guy! Snap out of this! What would Leia think?" His boots were soon after. "Han would totally laugh at us right now, trodding around forever in a circle! And man, am I getting tired!" "Are you?", chimed in his belt. "Yes!"
Luke was stunned, and stared down, confused, until he was poked by a little pillow. "Sir? 'Scuse me, but you look kind of down. Want to lay down? I'm fluffy!" The pillow seemed to fluff itself, and bulge outward for a moment. Luke was... flabbergasted. But somewhere in there, the numbness started to recede, and his mind started to work. "Wha-- what is happening?"
Matt chuckled. The guy looked so comical, it made Matt laugh. When the guy looked at him, he smiled and shrugged. "Sorry, Mister. When things get interested in other people, I can;t control how they act." And didn't try, he didn't say. He'd learned a long time ago to watch what stuff did, because something things knew better than people what was what.
"I'm Matt. You okay?"
Luke stared, then he slowly smiled. It was kind of weird, but kind of cool, too. "I'm Luke... and I think I am, now. Thanks!"
He grinned a little more, still feeling out of it, but now feeling like he could get through.
Matt bounced. "Cool! Come on! Let's go make a snack!" He grabbed Luke's hand and led the way to the kitchen. he felt Luke slip away, but didn't want to force the guy, so he headed to the kitchen and started finding things to make. A spoon, and a bowl, and a knife, all of them came alive as he found ingredients for a small snack, then decided to try to make enough for everyone. Whooo!
He liked cooking, and soon the kitchen area was a mixture of him talking to, and being talked to, by cooking instruments, and those instruments moving around as he cooked.
Luke hung back, and finally slipped away to sit and try to mediate, in the main area. It took him a long time to settle, and a long time to feel the Force, but when it came, it filled him, and he relaxed into it, feeling energized and relaxed for the first time in days. He reached out with the Force, trying to limit it to the main area, and felt a shock run through him. For the first time, he could feel people in the Force! The life essences shone in his perception of the Force like little stars, and he grinned.
In the next moment, he blanched, and nearly lost the Force as he sensed the Dementors, or what he assumed was them. They were like the dark reflections of people, little holes in the Force, and the areas around them felt darkened, less vibrant. But as he felt them, and stared in shock, he realized that even they were part of the Force, even they were filled with it. It seemed impossible that something so horrible, so dark, could be, and he felt shock.
If they were part of the Force, then what else was?
He shook his head and forced his mind away from them, slowly opening his mind and eyes. He had found a few pieces of wood a few days ago, and he reached out to them, lifting them in front of him, and juggling them, grinning as he spun them around and around in the air...