J, GOB [early afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Anakin being completely self-absorbed as usual had missed his housemates behaving oddly because he was a little too wrapped up in not being able to get up to Connecticut until later today.

Stupid flight schedules. Why couldn't they work hourly like they did back home?

And yes, he was vain enough not to want to freeze all the way up to New Haven and back by taking the speeder.

So he was sulking in J, GOB, eating a giant cinnamon bun and drinking a large cup of coffee, completely oblivious to the changes around him.

[OOC: Everyone comes in before Padmé so that Anakin is not catatonic, yay!]

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[remember5th.livejournal.com]

Padmé had found her way out of the strange building, and wandered down to what looked to be a town, trying to find someone with a viable comlink, or a droid she could borrow. She ducked into one of the shops, intending to ask the owner where she could find transport.

[sith_happened]

Anakin choked on his sip of coffee.

It couldn't be her, despite the hair and the walk and the dress and the...

"Padmé?"

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

She turned towards the unfamiliar voice. "Yes?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin hated this place sometimes.

"It's Anakin," he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling.

[remember5th.livejournal.com]

"...Ani?" she asked incredulously, her eyes going huge. "...little Ani? You're...awfully big for twelve."

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra strode into J,GOB with a rapidly developing headache. She was really looking for a refuge from the insanity. What was going on here?

She slid the sword slung over her shoulder onto a table and sat down, hands rising to massage her temples. She needed an aspirin.

[sith_happened]

Anakin gave her a small nod as the mun decided this was before his dead wife came in so he's not running screaming down the street.

"What's the matter?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Her eyes snapped up and she took a moment to evaluate him, placing him the "dangerous" category, before answering. "I am developing a headache from this place."

[sith_happened]

"That's to be expected," he said with a wry smile. "Did you meet a future relative?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"No. I have not seen anyone I recognize, and am still not sure how I was brought here from Tibet."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Well before any wives turned up, Alison stalked into the Perk, still unhappy with how she'd woken up that morning, annoyed that she was here in the middle of no where on a stupid job because her boss was pissed she was pregnant, and just generally a raving mass of hormones.

For once, the extra large coffee she got, was definitely not decaf.

[sith_happened]

Anakin stared. He hadn't seen Isabel in a little while, but...

"Isabel?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Great, another freak. Were they attracted by the pregnant hormones? Still, she was supposed to be interviewing people.

"I think you might have me confused with someone else. I'm Alison Scott with E! News."

[sith_happened]

Oh good.

Anakin let out a deep breath. It was nice to not have think about the logistics of killing a high school student. Zoe would require a lot of paperwork.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Scott," he said, nodding as he stood up. "Would you like my seat?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"A seat would be wonderful. For now. Of course in ten minutes, I'll need to stand up again," she said with a resigned shrug. "Do you have a few minutes to spare? I wanted to speak to some people about this place. It's the strangest resort I've ever seen."

[withoutverona]

Also long before Padme entered, Frank came in to get a coffee and regroup. He branched at the price. "For what they're charging, I hope they grow the beans themselves and hand-carry them from Ecuador," he remarked to anyone within earshot.

[sith_happened]

Anakin stared at him. "Romeo?"

[withoutverona]

He hadn't actually meant to answer to that ridiculous name, but if he looked enough like the real guy to carry it off, he might as well.

"Yeah?"

[sith_happened]

His eyes narrowed. "No you're not," he said after a moment, sounding sure of himself. "Who are you?"

[withoutverona]

Frank laughed, a big open laugh, though under it he was getting nervous. "What, you want to see my driver's license? Sorry if I forgot your name, pal."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

After her interesting time at the coffee place (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2434896.html?thread=108368464#t108393040), Serra wandered into the shop that smelled of baked goods. She finally felt almost-human after the caf, and now she was starving.

[sith_happened]

Anakin looked up and almost shot coffee out his nose. "Serra?"

He slammed emotional blocks high around his thoughts. "Didn't I kill you in the Temple twenty years ago?" was no way to strike up an old acquaintance.

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Skywalker?" Oh thank the heavens. Detouring away from the counter, she made a beeline for him. "Where the hell am I and what the hell is going on around here?"

[sith_happened]

"Welcome to Fandom. Think of, oh, Corellia, without the attitude. It's kind of a multiverse dumping ground." He smiled. "There's a Jedi wandering around here who fought the original Sith, I swear."

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Rolling her eyes, Serra reached out to grab a seat. "Funny, flyboy. If you had been the first person I met today, I would say you were putting me on. Unfortunately, I get the sneaking suspicion that you're not lying. About the multiverse bit or the other Jedi."

"Where's your shadow, anyway?" she asked, looking around for Obi-Wan. "Cin is probably pitching a fit right about now, we were supposed to train today."