[To his credit, Luke merely shuts his eyes momentarily to recover from his start, and finishes pulling on his shirt. Privacy is not anywhere near the top of the list of things he'd like Bill to try to understand. Still, he's somewhat glad he'd managed the underwear after his shower, before Bill showed up.]
I already know 'gullible' isn't written on the ceiling.
Bill appears to feel zero embarrassment or consideration about Luke's state of undress. Nice gams!]
HERE, LOOK.
[Bill lifts his arms out of the way and there's a perfectly rectangular hole in him. You can see through it to the things in the cabin that are behind him. It looks like one of his yellow 'bricks' has just vanished.]
IT JUST CAUGHT FIRE AND TURNED TO DUST ABOUT A MINUTE AGO!
IT FEELS WEIRD BUT IT'S NOTHING LIKE WHAT YOU GUYS WITH YOUR SPINES ON THE INSIDE WOULD CALL PAIN! WHAT I AM IS WORRIED THAT THIS IS GOING TO KEEP HAPPENING!
[Luke doesn't really have any doubts that Bill is living, and never has, and if he'd been aware it was a question, he'd have mentioned the fact that Bill feels alive and not like some sort of void. But he doesn't bother with that right now, instead closing his eyes, resting his palms on his knees, and letting himself sense.
There's a LOT of energy in and around Bill, always is, but something is different. It's not a hole, per se, but more of a... Luke frowns. A conduit? a wormhole? He reaches out, eyes still closed, and places his hand over the rectangular space. And there's a tug there, like if he pulled on the string, it would lead him somewhere.
This sort of large-scale work isn't what he normally practices, so it takes some concentration and focus, though it's probably not as long as it feels to Bill before he sits back, opening his eyes.]
[Luke chews on his lower lip, folding his arms as he concentrates.]
I think so. It's like... I don't know. I don't really have the words to describe it, it's not the kind of thing I've studied a lot. [Look, he's mostly used this power of his to wave swords and people and jump really far, okay?] But it feels like something is connecting you to something off the Barge.
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HEY, KID. NEED YOU TO CHECK SOMETHING!
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I already know 'gullible' isn't written on the ceiling.
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[good one.
Bill appears to feel zero embarrassment or consideration about Luke's state of undress. Nice gams!]
HERE, LOOK.
[Bill lifts his arms out of the way and there's a perfectly rectangular hole in him. You can see through it to the things in the cabin that are behind him. It looks like one of his yellow 'bricks' has just vanished.]
IT JUST CAUGHT FIRE AND TURNED TO DUST ABOUT A MINUTE AGO!
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A piece of you fell out and burned?
[It's not what you'd expect to see when a piece of someone falls off--there's no abrasion, just a hole.]
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[he's freaking out a little! :)]
I DID SOME SCANS, IT'S THE SAME KIND OF ENERGY THAT WAS IN THE, EEH, THE MEMORY ERASE RAY.
[which killed him
:) help]
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[He lays a hand on Bill's... where his shoulder would be, Luke guesses?]
Do you feel anything?
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[Luke's brow furrows.]
Though, yeah, if you have an emotion I guess I wanna know that, too.
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Okay. We'll figure this out, I promise.
[Luke sits back on his heels, thinking.]
I'm able to detect currents of energy between living things. Do you mind?
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[So this is a fun way to find out!
(He is.)]
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There's a LOT of energy in and around Bill, always is, but something is different. It's not a hole, per se, but more of a... Luke frowns. A conduit? a wormhole? He reaches out, eyes still closed, and places his hand over the rectangular space. And there's a tug there, like if he pulled on the string, it would lead him somewhere.
This sort of large-scale work isn't what he normally practices, so it takes some concentration and focus, though it's probably not as long as it feels to Bill before he sits back, opening his eyes.]
Well. That's... weird.
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I GET THAT A LOT!
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It's like... your energy is connected somehow with this port. Wherever we are, it's having some sort of effect on you, or vice versa.
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[Not the ship? Someone killing him, slowly, for revenge, or whatever?]
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I think so. It's like... I don't know. I don't really have the words to describe it, it's not the kind of thing I've studied a lot. [Look, he's mostly used this power of his to wave swords and people and jump really far, okay?] But it feels like something is connecting you to something off the Barge.
Have you left the ship?
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[Bill looks down at the hole. Howwwwwwwwww?]
I CAN'T WITHOUT A WARDEN. WANNA LET ME OFF? I HAVE TO GO SOLVE THIS BEFORE I GET MORE HOLES!
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Of course I'm going to let you leave the ship.
[He stands up, grabbing his pants and then the belt to which he attaches his lightsaber.]
But not without me.
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Thanks. I think.
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[Bill goes to grab Luke's wrist and try to tug him out the door. Preparation for the wilderness? What's that?]
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[Luke extracts his wrist and makes sure he's wearing shoes and a jacket and now he's ready.
No, exactly. What is that?]
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Up to the deck!]