Who: Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker When: Tonight/now Where: London, England Rating/Warnings: Status: In progress

The great thing about these Godboxes was you didn't have to give actual directions or be specific. The phrase "where Padme is" did just fine and wham it was about forty degrees colder and thirty decibels louder. Anakin ran his hands through his hair and fussed with his clothes once more.

Aaaand the Bane of a whole Galaxy suddenly reverts to a skittish whomp-rat of a teenager on his first date, he mused, trying to figure out what does one bring when visiting a lady friend. Okay, when visiting a queen-cum-senator who was your eloped wife and you accidently offed in the middle of a hissyfit who suddenly just appeared in your alternate universe. Flowers seemed a bit trite and a bottle of wine probably announced less than savory intentions.

He suddenly realized he had been staring at the building a leetle too long for the hurried passerbyes. From the bayou, people, he smirked. N'awlins is called the Big Easy for a reason.