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[t65]

[The video feed shows Luke in a bed, clearly in medical. He leans in, and, with a finger over his lips, hushes the camera.]

I don't think they want me talking to anyone. I think they want me to just... sit here. I, ha- what do you do when you're not supposed to... do anything? I mean, anything. They don't want me to- to work on anything, or fix anything. Or walk.

[Clearly this has nothing to do with the fact that he's already tried to sneak out of medical once already. He winces his way through a smile.]

Do you know anything about the big droids? I mean, the really big ones. They call themselves Cybercon-... Aut-... [He shakes his head, and then winces.] They call themselves a lot of things.

[He looks around, this time much more slowly.] But- shh, I don't think they want me talking to anyone.

[ooc For those of you brave souls who want to visit Luke when he's bored, concussed and with a few broken ribs, feel free.]

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[kidjoy]

They won't let ya leave? [That's alarming.] Ya gotta run. Take 'em down if ya gotta. If they're keepin' ya hostage like that, they're probably gonna do real bad things to ya. Have they put any needles in ya? Needles are bad.

[t65]

I'm having a little trouble running, but don't worry. [His best Brave Adult smile.] No needles.

[kidjoy]

What do ya mean ya can't run? And just cause they haven't yet, don't mean they won't. Didn't ya listen to all my warnings about not trustin' anybody when you got on the stupid ship?

[Honestly Luke, why aren't you taking advice from paranoid children?]

Better get someone to break ya out. You have friends, right?

[t65]

It's a little hard to run with broken ribs. It's hard to do most things with broken ribs.

I can take care of myself, but thank you for... worrying about me. [In your own extremely unique way.]

I'm working on that. You needn't worry.

[kidjoy]

I ain't worried.

[Okay. Maybe a little. But she's not going to say that aloud.]

Just cause you can take care of yourself don't mean ya have to. That's the hole point of havin' friends. Kinda surprised your crew ain't busted ya out already. If you're havin' the call for help, whatever you're workin' on must not be workin' at all.

[If only she knew his name and who's brother he was, she'd be having a very stern talk with her roommate.]

[t65]

Because it's not that serious. I want to leave because I know I'm well enough to, but I'm not in danger. I promise, I'll know if I am. It's... a talent of mine,

[kidjoy]

For knowin' you're in danger? How often ya endin' up someplace bad if ya got a talent for that? Sound like a trouble magnet, sayin' that mister.