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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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"Unfortunately for us, someone or something doesn't want us to know, exactly. The only thing anyone's been able to find abut Wonderland are the fictional storybooks. I can show you to those if you'd like, but I'm afraid they aren't very enlightening."
She hates being the bearer of bad news, truly.
"We're all displaced from our worlds and times with no good reason why I'm afraid."
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"My name is Claire Fraser, by the way. I run the medical clinic and I've been here right at about two years now."
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Yet her gaze does flick back up, focusing. "Although you, no doubt, know that. Sorry. I have found myself in places I've no desire to be, but those tenures tended to be short lived. My ship needed to be fixes, you see, and once we had the part, we left."
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"Quite a bit can happen, that's true. I'm not sure if anyone's told you this yet, or if you've stumbled upon the information yourself, but time has stopped both here and in our home worlds. No one will ever know we've left, and we'll return from the moment we came from. I've done it, more than once now. Left and returned, I mean."
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As it is always pleasant to meet people, especially those who seem to be amicable. Padmé knows that she would help others, had the situation been reversed, but she also knows that there are those in the world that wouldn't. "No... No, I hadn't heard that. How- time stops? I, hmm, I have never heard of that. But, how does that reconcile? What if something happens to you here. Say, a hair cut, or a broken arm."
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And this lady's traveled through time.
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"Does that mean... If a baby or a child arrive, they remain in that state?"
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"That's exactly correct. And there are children here, a small handful of them. They've been in Wonderland for years, and yet they look exactly the same, though I've never seen someone under about aged ten."
Claire meets Padme's eyes. "All that means for us, is when we leave here, we haven't changed at all and no one will ever be the wiser. Which is good for me; I'm at the end of my run, I'd hate to lose out on all of my years being a grandmother because I'm here."
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"It must be a double edged sword then... No doubt being here does make one miss what one has had, even if we will get to return with non the wiser." She isn't always home on Naboo, and more often than not vast periods of time pass between her seeing her family, but she has always had the ability to contact them, to speak to them, to see how they are.
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Claire thinks fondly of Caleb and Benjamin; they're from the same time, and now she's even in the Colonies, has met Washington himself. But what would the odds be of seeing them? Especially with how Wonderland plays with memory.
"Normally, we have our memories to look back on fondly, but once I leave here, those memories will be gone. Even if I do see them somehow, I won't remember them."