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What does this giant turtle eat?

[ he knows steve is here -- and who knows how many people gunning to catch him. which explains the anonymous text.

also sometimes ex-winter soldiers get curious in between relentlessly stalking the network. ]
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[Kylo Ren is back on the turtle, with a less dramatic entrance this time. And sans the helmet, which means you get a good look at the frown on his scarred face.]

I have been trying to get in touch with Lord Vader all day, but I was unable to do so. Master, if you receive this message, please respond to it.

[His frown deepens, annoyance bleeding into it now.] I must ask, is it normal to be sent back and forth at random? I found myself back where I should be as suddenly as I appeared here, and with no memory of my stay on this planet. Mere hours later, I woke up in the Wood Sector. When I got to the Welcome Center I was informed that two days had passed. I find it worrisome that I have no memory of that time.
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If I understand this right, there could be people here I know, despite that I could swear I just talked to them at home, right? [Luke frowns, looking rather tired as he runs a hand through his hair, sitting at the console in the Welcome Center.] In that case, if anyone knows if Leia Organa or... [A pause, because does it work if the last you knew someone was frozen in carbonite and basically in coma?] Han Solo are here, please tell me. Or tell them Luke's looking for them.

[He smiles briefly, his expression brightening a little in general. Something strikes him then, though, and Luke's gaze lowers for a moment, frowning at something out of view before he looks up again.]

Aside from that, I'd like to know what sort of prosthesis are available, and the tools to repair them. Or if the tools could be adjusted for already existing ones. I don't need any of that at the moment, but you never know.

[Better be as prepared as he can, before something happens, for once. Especially in a new place. He's had his new hand not two weeks yet, and he's very, very aware of it... which is probably why this occurred to him at all.]
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[The feed opens with a somewhat concerned and contemplative Obi-Wan Kenobi.]

My fellow Foreigners and the citizens of Keeliai, I have some news that I believe everyone here needs to be made aware of. 

[His tone is most serious, and he hopes that it will get the attention of anyone who sees this video.]

I've recently felt a disturbance in the Force. For those of you who are unaware, the Force is an energy field that penetrates and binds all living things. In my galaxy, those who are sensitive to it's power are granted extraordinary abilities. 

I do not know what this disturbance is, or where it is coming from, but I feel that it is significant. Thus I ask that everyone be mindful of themselves and their surroundings. If anyone notices anything unusual, I urge you to not keep it to yourself. Please either inform myself or make an announcement via the consoles. 

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[Padmé has seen some things in her life, but never before has she thought that she'd been stopped by machinery. These strange consoles have given her the hardest time and she only wishes to find out if anyone she knows is here. How she longs for the ease of the holos back home. But she does finally get the contraption to work and she smooths the lines around her eyes and face before setting to contacting the other people.]

Greetings, fellow Foreigners. My name is Senator Padmé Amidala. I am aware that the Welcome Center exists and I have been thoroughly educated about my current situation. [And if she could sound any more displeased about it, she would yell. But, proper decorum won't allow her to do so. Not when these people she's addressing aren't responsible. Or she's not pleading a case on the Senate floor.] Some of this sounds fantastical at best, but I won't sit here and beleaguer you all with how unpleasant I find this whole ordeal. I'm sure that it's been covered by many others by now.

There are only two things I wish to know that I think you all might be able to help me with. Do the names Bail Organa, Anakin Skywalker or Obi-Wan Kenobi sound familiar to anyone? If they do, please contact me.

The second is has anyone seen my protocol droid? He would appear to be a man of golden metal and responds to the name of C-3P0.

Any help you could give would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
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[The man who appears onscreen appears to have his eyes closed. If you pay attention, you might notice a pair of lightsabers spinning in midair in the background. By all appearances, he doesn't seem to notice the screen...until he speaks.]

I...need help. Specifically, I need a medic or a healer.

[He pauses, opening his eyes.]

Anyone who knows anything about cloning, and...memory tampering. I...have some questions that need answers.

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[The welcome centre had, indeed, been welcoming. Which was a pretty good thing, considering Adrien had bust in very confused and very worried. Plagg was more exhausted than Adrien had ever seen him, and it took a lot of convincing that Hawk Moth hadn't just straight up kidnapped him. But he'd been calmed and informed. He still wasn't exactly happy. He needed to be back home. With Ladybug. They were not supposed to be apart. Still. For now, he decided to play along. Not much else he could do.

So a fifteen year old boy will appear on the feed, offering a polite smile and a small wave.
]

Um. Hello. I'm Adrien. I'm new here... obviously. I'm still trying to get used to the whole turtle thing. I mean. This is a whole lot different to Paris. Less honeymooners, that's for sure.

[He gives a small, nervous laugh. He has no idea what he's doing. For the first time in his life, he's free without the mask. There's no staff waiting to whisk him away to whatever his father had planned for him that day. There's no schedule. He has to do this on his own and it's as terrifying as it is liberating.]

I guess I need to find a place to live? Does anyone have any idea where the best place to be is? I would be very grateful.

[He startles, as if something has kicked him in the ribs, which; hidden under his shirt, has absolutely happened.]

OW!- I mean oh!. And cheese. Is there a good place for cheese here? Thank you.

[And now he's gonna be the Weird Cheese Kid, thanks Plagg. Thanks a lot.]
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