Meet-n-Greet

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After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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"It looks like overcooked oatmeal," Roxie says, staring at the... 'sludge' is the word that comes to mind for her, and she immediately wishes it hadn't, as the negative connotations taint her mindset and immediately make the unappealing meal even more unappealing. Proceeding forward, she receives her own tray of the stuff, and her unhappy expression is enough to warp the usual subtleties of her face.

"I'm worried I might have to sleep-eat to make this stuff bearable," she says, as if that were a perfectly normal option for the situation.

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"Reminds me of the stew that Master Yoda used to make," Luke said, heading over to a table and sitting, poking at it experimentally with the utensil he was given.

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Roxie tries a little of it. Her face twists—it's not bad, but it's not there. It's the blandest thing she's ever tasted.

"...I don't know if I can eat that," she says. "I think I'd forget it was there and choke on it."

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Luke grinned and chuckled, trying a little himself and staring in surprise at it. "I don't think I've had anything that lacks taste before," he said. "And I've had some pretty basic field rations."

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"I've got a little waybread and things with me," Roxie admits, "but I don't want to use it up so quickly, and that stuff lasts forever, anyway."

She stares at the goop, trying to figure out how to make it at least vaguely more appetizing.

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Luke smiled; he could feel her trepidation swirling thickly in the Force. "I don't think there's anything that can be done to make this better," he said, and simply tucked in as best he could. Luckily, there didn't seem to be that much of it, and if he closed his eyes and concentrated he could get past the fact that it had absolutely no taste whatsoever.

"I know Jedi are supposed to be flexible in the face of adversity and everything," he said, "But this is pushing it a little, don't you think?"

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"Jedi?" Roxie asks. She has, in fact, no idea what the word means.

She pulls her legs up to sit crosslegged and closes her eyes--slowly, her emotions start calming into a meditative pattern. Maybe she was serious about that sleep-eating comment...

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"Guardians of peace and justice," Luke recited, "People who use the Force for good." The Force rippled as Roxie started meditating, though, and Luke quieted, watching her. The darkness around those objects still grated at him but he put it out of his mind for now, curious.

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The girl's face slackens as she relaxes: it takes a good minute or two and near the end, with the rigidity of self-control gone, she looks almost like a normal child. Her mind has dropped into something like sleep, but... stranger. It's like the presence of an autohypnotic, or a very lucid dreamer.

"What force?" Roxie asks, her voice vry fae away. Slowly, she straightens up again, her eyes flickering open. There's something lifeless about it, like watching a puppet move.

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Luke felt the change in her mental state and leaned forward, the sloppy food forgotten for now. "The Force," he said softly, "The energy that comes from and surrounds all living things. How did you...?"

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"I'm good with dreams," Roxie says softly. Her mind is remarkably peaceful, but for the strange, drifting current of her half-consciousness. Slowly, her body language refines itself into something almost awake again: if not for the blankness in her eyes, she could be nearly normal.

She takes a languid bite of the glop, chewing and swallowing it without an issue.