OO. ARRIVAL [a.] [It is with a gasp and no grace at all that Padmé emerges from the water, working until she gets her footing beneath her. Even then, it's several awkward feet that she sloshes in her water-logged state, at least until she hits the sand. It's a few more minutes of heaving breaths, coughing as her stomach rolls, but thankfully settles. It doesn't clear up any of her confusion as she looks around, wiping a hand across her forehead to flick away water droplets.
She had been on Tatooine... A planet distinct in it's lack of water. There's no such issue here as Padmé glances around, noting that there does appear to be a fair amount of it around her. What she does notice is the lack of spaceship and her travel companion. Worry flashes through her as she looks back to the water, trying to see if she can spot Anakin, before roaming across the beach. There's nothing though. Yet, Padmé does notice other people scattered about.
Just what is happening?
She walks a little, towards the closest being.]
Hello? Have you any idea where we are?
[b.]
Oh. Hello there.
[It is a greeting that is offered to the robot that comes towards her, although perhaps it isn't as functional as some of the droids that Padmé knows from experience. It does bring a towel, which she accepts gratefully, although the bracelet is viewed with a bit of skepticism. Just what it is? Yet she doesn't have time to think about that, finding herself started to be herded.]
Uh. Are we meant to be going somewhere?
[Which means that she's stepping in the direction that it wants her to go, although she's mindful of it. After all, there had been an attempt on her life... She does seek to dry off the white shirt and pants, water still sloshing around in her boots. Anyone that she does meet, she asks.]
Have you any idea what this is about?
[It's not too long before the spa comes into view, and while it is a nice suggestion, Padmé isn't in the mood for such events. No, she wants to know what has happened, and how she came to be here. They'd been about to head off for Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, and Padmé knows that this planet is not her destination. But, she also doesn't recall anything really happening, just... a strangeness. Then here.
She is still working to move around the robot, not needing to go into the sp.]
No. That's quite alright. Thank you though, but it's quite unnecessary. Really.
[Dancing to get around them and away.]
I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE [a.] [Padmé has found herself exploring, dryer now, although no less unsettled. The warm breeze does aid, as she has always been someone who likes the more temperate like those found on Naboo. There is still a wariness to her step, although her face is open enough as she moves around the robots that seem rather intent on decorating. She is unfamiliar with this place and it's customs, although it seems to have something to do with eggs.
She does happen to come across several of the booths, curious as to what they are doing, chatting, although soon enough she's quite loaded up in various garden supplies. It's a fair number of seeds that she's managed to accumulate, more than she would ever know what to do with. When someone does catch her eye, she shrugs a little.]
They were rather persistent... Would you like some? I fear I don't have much of a green thumb myself.
[b.] [So she seems to still have a fair number of seeds in her possession, and Padmé isn't certain what she'll actually do with them. Plants have never really been her thing, although she does enjoy flowers. It's more that she had never truly had enough time for them. The senate was a full time job and then some for her, and then add all the committees and functions that she attended. She has meandered her way towards the other side of booths, which appear to be selling some sort of food items.
Or so she thought.
The first item is taken when pressed upon her. No need to be impolite and maybe she could-]
It's- underwear? [There's surprise in her voice, before the hint of a flush on her cheeks. It's still packaged, so Padmé does seek to offer it back, much to the protest of the other.] No. It's quite already. I do have my own. I'm certain that someone else would, uh, prefer it. Look! Over there!
Padmé Amidala | Star Wars
[a.]
[It is with a gasp and no grace at all that Padmé emerges from the water, working until she gets her footing beneath her. Even then, it's several awkward feet that she sloshes in her water-logged state, at least until she hits the sand. It's a few more minutes of heaving breaths, coughing as her stomach rolls, but thankfully settles. It doesn't clear up any of her confusion as she looks around, wiping a hand across her forehead to flick away water droplets.
She had been on Tatooine... A planet distinct in it's lack of water. There's no such issue here as Padmé glances around, noting that there does appear to be a fair amount of it around her. What she does notice is the lack of spaceship and her travel companion. Worry flashes through her as she looks back to the water, trying to see if she can spot Anakin, before roaming across the beach. There's nothing though. Yet, Padmé does notice other people scattered about.
Just what is happening?
She walks a little, towards the closest being.]
Hello? Have you any idea where we are?
[b.]
Oh. Hello there.
[It is a greeting that is offered to the robot that comes towards her, although perhaps it isn't as functional as some of the droids that Padmé knows from experience. It does bring a towel, which she accepts gratefully, although the bracelet is viewed with a bit of skepticism. Just what it is? Yet she doesn't have time to think about that, finding herself started to be herded.]
Uh. Are we meant to be going somewhere?
[Which means that she's stepping in the direction that it wants her to go, although she's mindful of it. After all, there had been an attempt on her life... She does seek to dry off the white shirt and pants, water still sloshing around in her boots. Anyone that she does meet, she asks.]
Have you any idea what this is about?
[It's not too long before the spa comes into view, and while it is a nice suggestion, Padmé isn't in the mood for such events. No, she wants to know what has happened, and how she came to be here. They'd been about to head off for Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, and Padmé knows that this planet is not her destination. But, she also doesn't recall anything really happening, just... a strangeness. Then here.
She is still working to move around the robot, not needing to go into the sp.]
No. That's quite alright. Thank you though, but it's quite unnecessary. Really.
[Dancing to get around them and away.]
I. SEASON OF EGGCELLENCE
[a.]
[Padmé has found herself exploring, dryer now, although no less unsettled. The warm breeze does aid, as she has always been someone who likes the more temperate like those found on Naboo. There is still a wariness to her step, although her face is open enough as she moves around the robots that seem rather intent on decorating. She is unfamiliar with this place and it's customs, although it seems to have something to do with eggs.
She does happen to come across several of the booths, curious as to what they are doing, chatting, although soon enough she's quite loaded up in various garden supplies. It's a fair number of seeds that she's managed to accumulate, more than she would ever know what to do with. When someone does catch her eye, she shrugs a little.]
They were rather persistent... Would you like some? I fear I don't have much of a green thumb myself.
[b.]
[So she seems to still have a fair number of seeds in her possession, and Padmé isn't certain what she'll actually do with them. Plants have never really been her thing, although she does enjoy flowers. It's more that she had never truly had enough time for them. The senate was a full time job and then some for her, and then add all the committees and functions that she attended. She has meandered her way towards the other side of booths, which appear to be selling some sort of food items.
Or so she thought.
The first item is taken when pressed upon her. No need to be impolite and maybe she could-]
It's- underwear? [There's surprise in her voice, before the hint of a flush on her cheeks. It's still packaged, so Padmé does seek to offer it back, much to the protest of the other.] No. It's quite already. I do have my own. I'm certain that someone else would, uh, prefer it. Look! Over there!