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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.]

Comments

[t65]

Maybe you just aren't paying attention. [Oh, that was almost Yoda-like, nice.]

Well, that must have been it. Otherwise, I can't think of any good explanation for it at all.

[anarchos]

Could say the same to you with your injuries.

[Pointed look.]

Maybe there's a witness out there.

[t65]

That's... pretty fair, I guess. [Whoops.]

There could be. It'll probably come back to me eventually. The medicine here... it could be worse?

[anarchos]

It could be nonexistent medicine, so yeah, that qualifies as worse. [Dryly:] Maybe they have memory pills.

[t65]

Memory pills. [Luke laughs, and then winces.] I'm beginning to get the sense you're not a doctor.

[anarchos]

What gave it away?

[t65]

[Smirk.] Your excellent bedside manner.

[anarchos]

Apparently I'm better with speeches.