First Floor Garage, Monday Evening

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Sam was on the floor of the garage next to her swoop bike, surrounded by parts--half clean, half filthy--a rag, and assorted tools. She was currently busy filing down a part she'd designed and cast for the propulsion system, trying to smooth all the rough edges before she replaced it.

So far, it was a little better than it had been, but the process was slow-going because she had to keep stopping to pull the metal filings out of her fingertips. At least it was mind-numbing enough work that she could let her mind drift, and not think of anything; particularly not seventeen-year-old girls leading armies into battle, because that should never have happened.


[ooc: Open to all.]

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[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke stared at his boots. "I haven't asked him," he said. "It's...kind of complicated. I don't want to push him."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I wish I had advice for you," Sam frowned, but couldn't think of anything. "Oh! Have you talked to Dean Tick? Obi Wan spoke to our Advanced Criminal Justice class a couple of times. Maybe Principal Washburn would let you review the video to see if there was anything useful?"

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

"Back when Ben was young?" Luke snickered. "I need to see that. I'll have to talk to someone about it. Thanks!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yes, all the way back then," she laughed, "and you're welcome."