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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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[Said with an earnest honesty. She does have somewhere to be, and she would obviously prefer to return there. It would have been different if she had been approached and asked for help, as Padmé is always more than willing to lend a hand to a worthy cause. To just find herself here though? That she does not appreciate.]
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[ In a way Ange does admire that determination, after all, even though she doesn't show it much. She may be an incredibly passive person herself who has just accepted her fate of being stuck here, but it's nice to at least see some spirit left in others. ]
Just don't get your hopes up too much. I figure most ways of trying to get out of here have been explored as an option already with how long some people have been stuck here by now.
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Sometimes these things take time, as frustrating as it may be. I understand that. But sometimes it is just looking at it in a new way.
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Good luck with that then. [ And she means that genuinely. ] I guess I'll see soon enough whether you manage to find something or not. Word travels quickly around here.
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It is often known then when someone is able to depart this place?
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[ But she can't imagine most people doing that. They're not selfish enough to just escape by themselves without the people they cared for here. ]
But if someone suddenly disappears, then there's usually someone who will talk about it over the network here.
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[Further kidnapped, or trapped. Padmé would hate to have that happen to someone as no one should have to go through something like that, let alone by themselves.]
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Sometimes people disappear from this place only for a brief period of time. They reappear here soon after, but for them it feels like they've gone home, sometimes even for a much longer time than they were actually gone here.
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I see. This is all very strange, and I think it's going to take some time for me to get used to it all.
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You'll have plenty of time for that, anyway.