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entrancelogs2019-04-23 10:36 pm
democratically) wrote in entrancelogs2019-04-23 10:36 pm
OPEN
Who: Padmé Amidala + OPEN (will match any format)
Where: Garden for arrival, then library and kitchen
When: Today, her arrival
Rating: Should be PG. Will update if needed
Summary: This is not thedroid planet you are looking for
The Story:
[ARRIVAL; stuck in a tree]
It is an odd sensation that Padmé feels as she blinks, freezing for a moment in sheer and utter confusion. Yet it is enough to make her shift, slipping slightly on her- on her what? A slender hand reaches out, to grab on to a branch and- and yes, she appears to be in a tree. A few feet up, it would appear, which isn't that unusual in and of itself. Padmé may well be prim and proper when the situation calls for it, but that doesn't mean that she has never gotten her hands dirty. Naboo is better known for its flowing waters and lush grasses, but it doesn't mean that a younger Padmé hadn't climbed a tree in her youth.
No, what is unusual is that she shouldn't be in a tree. No, she should be on a ship, landing on Geonosis. After the message that was received from Obi-Wan, and after what Anakin had gone through on Tatooine, Padmé knew that she wasn't going to let him lose his Master. It is why she had all but forced, and not in the Jedi way, the Padawan on to the ship (although he hadn't put up too much of a fight anyway) and told him that she was going to Geonosis, so he had better come as well.
Yet, here she is, in her white attire, in a tree. It is a fairly nice tree, she would admit, although it does nothing to explain how she got here. Had the ship crashed, she certainly wouldn't have landed neatly in the branches, let alone not be covered in foliage. And yet here she is, as if plucked from one place and plopped down in another. Well, she has never been one to shy from anything, and shifting a little, she moves closer to the trunk. Leaves flutter down as she slowly but surely makes her direction towards the thicker part of the branch, debating whether she should just drop, or whether she would try something else. It is a sound that makes her pause, casting her glance downward, curious, but also full well knowing that she does have her enemies. "Hello?"
[When in doubt, go to the ;LIBRARY]
She is a little wiser now, although any answers that she has come by do not actually make too much sense. There is still the question of whether or not Anakin is here, but she has seen hide nor hair of him, and she cannot find him either. Then again, she isn't exactly the sort to run around screaming his name. She's not exactly sure how she feels about her seemingly solo arrival, as on one hand, she is still trying to piece the puzzle of this place together, and the other is that her feelings are perhaps a little muddled with it came to the Padawan.
There seems to be no one to partition about an audience nor any formal government that she can see, to seek more answers, but perhaps the next best thing is a library. Maybe. Padmé knows that information is only so good as it's source, and that it can be used to mislead. It is why she will take anything with a wide berth, looking for answers, but not blindly placing her faith in it either.
It is a fairly grand looking place, with white arches and aisles upon aisles of books. It is a keen eye that causes her to scan along them, although a furrow catches on her forehead, deepening. But, no matter how she walks, she doesn't seem to find anything that actually appears to explain, well, anything. She has picked up a few books, browsed through it's pages, just to be certain, before returning them. If her gaze does catch someone who may (or may not) look like they know what they are doing, she'll offer a smile. "Excuse me, but might I bother you for a moment?"
Later, she is still searching, just in case, as thorough may well be her middle name, along with stubborn and determined. She has moved on from the books, and is distracted now by the other items. They are unfamiliar to her, the technology looking a little archaic from what she is used to. At the moment, she is holding a cassette up, one eyebrow delicately arched. "Blues? But it is white."
[KITCHEN; comfort food, or not?]
She's found her room, which is a little unsettling. It doesn't have prison bars and in fact seems rather nice all things considered. It might be a ruse, but she's started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach. Padmé has seen a fair amount in her years, as young as she might be. She hasn't traveled as extensively as others, as that has never been her passion. She has ended up on a variety of planets though, mainly when she was younger. Different cultures and foreign places have always excited her, as learning is a passion that she does have, but this situation is, simply put, well beyond her scope.
With the device in one hand that was found in her room, Padmé's stomach had made a little noise, which is why she had found herself in the kitchen. No guards, she notes, although most forms of security appear to be lacking, or well hidden. Her brown eyes flit about the room, seeing that there are some foods that bear a vague resemblance to foods that she knows, but others that are completely beyond anything that she knows. Still, she pulls up a stool, gingerly sitting on it, and with what appears to be a shura in one hand, she focuses on figuring out the device more fully. A small bite is taken, expecting something akin to the fruit that she knows, but rather, it is an avocado.
It does cause her to cough, trying to swallow the small piece, skin and all, and drop her device with a small clatter to the floor. It slides, resting a few feet away from her, and glancing up, she freezes. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't see you there, and certainly didn't mean to toss my- well, whatever it is, in your direction."
Where: Garden for arrival, then library and kitchen
When: Today, her arrival
Rating: Should be PG. Will update if needed
Summary: This is not the
The Story:
[ARRIVAL; stuck in a tree]
It is an odd sensation that Padmé feels as she blinks, freezing for a moment in sheer and utter confusion. Yet it is enough to make her shift, slipping slightly on her- on her what? A slender hand reaches out, to grab on to a branch and- and yes, she appears to be in a tree. A few feet up, it would appear, which isn't that unusual in and of itself. Padmé may well be prim and proper when the situation calls for it, but that doesn't mean that she has never gotten her hands dirty. Naboo is better known for its flowing waters and lush grasses, but it doesn't mean that a younger Padmé hadn't climbed a tree in her youth.
No, what is unusual is that she shouldn't be in a tree. No, she should be on a ship, landing on Geonosis. After the message that was received from Obi-Wan, and after what Anakin had gone through on Tatooine, Padmé knew that she wasn't going to let him lose his Master. It is why she had all but forced, and not in the Jedi way, the Padawan on to the ship (although he hadn't put up too much of a fight anyway) and told him that she was going to Geonosis, so he had better come as well.
Yet, here she is, in her white attire, in a tree. It is a fairly nice tree, she would admit, although it does nothing to explain how she got here. Had the ship crashed, she certainly wouldn't have landed neatly in the branches, let alone not be covered in foliage. And yet here she is, as if plucked from one place and plopped down in another. Well, she has never been one to shy from anything, and shifting a little, she moves closer to the trunk. Leaves flutter down as she slowly but surely makes her direction towards the thicker part of the branch, debating whether she should just drop, or whether she would try something else. It is a sound that makes her pause, casting her glance downward, curious, but also full well knowing that she does have her enemies. "Hello?"
[When in doubt, go to the ;LIBRARY]
She is a little wiser now, although any answers that she has come by do not actually make too much sense. There is still the question of whether or not Anakin is here, but she has seen hide nor hair of him, and she cannot find him either. Then again, she isn't exactly the sort to run around screaming his name. She's not exactly sure how she feels about her seemingly solo arrival, as on one hand, she is still trying to piece the puzzle of this place together, and the other is that her feelings are perhaps a little muddled with it came to the Padawan.
There seems to be no one to partition about an audience nor any formal government that she can see, to seek more answers, but perhaps the next best thing is a library. Maybe. Padmé knows that information is only so good as it's source, and that it can be used to mislead. It is why she will take anything with a wide berth, looking for answers, but not blindly placing her faith in it either.
It is a fairly grand looking place, with white arches and aisles upon aisles of books. It is a keen eye that causes her to scan along them, although a furrow catches on her forehead, deepening. But, no matter how she walks, she doesn't seem to find anything that actually appears to explain, well, anything. She has picked up a few books, browsed through it's pages, just to be certain, before returning them. If her gaze does catch someone who may (or may not) look like they know what they are doing, she'll offer a smile. "Excuse me, but might I bother you for a moment?"
Later, she is still searching, just in case, as thorough may well be her middle name, along with stubborn and determined. She has moved on from the books, and is distracted now by the other items. They are unfamiliar to her, the technology looking a little archaic from what she is used to. At the moment, she is holding a cassette up, one eyebrow delicately arched. "Blues? But it is white."
[KITCHEN; comfort food, or not?]
She's found her room, which is a little unsettling. It doesn't have prison bars and in fact seems rather nice all things considered. It might be a ruse, but she's started to get a sinking feeling in her stomach. Padmé has seen a fair amount in her years, as young as she might be. She hasn't traveled as extensively as others, as that has never been her passion. She has ended up on a variety of planets though, mainly when she was younger. Different cultures and foreign places have always excited her, as learning is a passion that she does have, but this situation is, simply put, well beyond her scope.
With the device in one hand that was found in her room, Padmé's stomach had made a little noise, which is why she had found herself in the kitchen. No guards, she notes, although most forms of security appear to be lacking, or well hidden. Her brown eyes flit about the room, seeing that there are some foods that bear a vague resemblance to foods that she knows, but others that are completely beyond anything that she knows. Still, she pulls up a stool, gingerly sitting on it, and with what appears to be a shura in one hand, she focuses on figuring out the device more fully. A small bite is taken, expecting something akin to the fruit that she knows, but rather, it is an avocado.
It does cause her to cough, trying to swallow the small piece, skin and all, and drop her device with a small clatter to the floor. It slides, resting a few feet away from her, and glancing up, she freezes. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't see you there, and certainly didn't mean to toss my- well, whatever it is, in your direction."
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There may be some items that she would rather not eat, especially given the preferred tastes of some races, but it's not like she's ever had any sort of a reaction. At least aside from not enjoying the taste. "It's not what I was expecting... Do you know what it is?"
As Padmé will seek to avoid chomping in to one in the future, as she turns the avocado in her hand, offering a view of it.
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Misty cants her head, curious what she's eaten and then seeing the "alligator" skin and the creamy color within. "Oh. It's an avocado," she says brightly. "Though, not always eaten skin first. I mean, I suppose you could but... mostly it's best just sliced up with salt, or made into dip." She can't help but ask. "What does it look like to you? I mean, from wherever you're from?"
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"It looks a little like a shuura," she offers, glancing back to the item. Not quite the same, but enough that she had thought, that perhaps, it might be. "That's a sweet fruit from my home world. It's, well, very different in taste."
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"Okay then. So I know what you were looking for. One minute," she says, moving to the closet in the corner of the kitchen, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath to focus before opening it. She grins though at what she sees, removing a tray with pears, peaches and strawberries.
Coming back over, she slides it onto the table. "Not entirely the same but they're sweet fruits and might do. I'm Misty, by the way."
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"Padmé Amidala. A pleasure to meet you." Which is the truth. She seems a pleasant individual, which says more than enough. "Are these items native to your planet?"
Some do look a little similar to foods that Padmé knows, but she has learned that lesson. She does go for the smaller red one, smelling it for a moment, and yes, she has to admit it smells of sun and sweetness. Better than the other item that she tried to take a bite out off, but she chews a little piece off, before humming as she swallows. "And what are these ones?"
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"That's a strawberry, and some of my favorite. Especially made into ice cream, or over vanilla ice cream with a biscuit. These," she says, indicating the one she's slicing. "Are pears."
She hasn't thought a lot about differences between worlds, glancing towards the closet or back. "They say the closet will give you whatever you ask for, sometimes with tricks but most times without. At least for me. Some others say the closets are mean to them," she says with a shrug. "But it's worth trying for what you're familiar with."
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She does move to pick up one of the other pears, bringing it up to sniff at as her fingers press against the skin. "It does feel similar. Not quite as soft-skinned, but pears, hmm."
Contemplating that word. "And it is normal to eat the skin with this one?"
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Watching as Padme tests the pear, she nods eagerly. "Just don't eat the skins of the long bright yellow ones. Those you have to peel. And apples you can peel but don't have to. It's kind of weird. I never thought about things like that being different but seeming the same. Or what I just know from growing up with them. I'd be curious to try fruits from your world," she says brightly. "Where are you from?"
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She does chew delicately, savouring the mildly sweet flavour that the pear has, before swallowing. There is a bit of a laugh, amusement on her face. "I'll take care in how I eat things from now on, but these pears are very similar. Tart yet sweet. It's a bit hard to describe their flavour, isn't it?"
Slightly fleshy in a way. "Mm. I was born on the planet of Naboo. It's very fertile, with pastoral fields and plenty of water."