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1st Floor Lobby - Thursday After Classes

Ladies! Donate your clothes to the man-girls! We'd do the same for you!

Dick (in a school girl's uniform) was sitting in a chair by a cardboard box, looking at herself in a hand-held mirror. Blair was sitting next to her, looking bouncy as usual. Only with more bounce because of the new female assets.

((What it says. Don't you want your boys to look their best? Blair modded with permission))

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"Dude, me too." Blair nodded and held a hand way over his head. Obviously way taller than Blair stood as a guy. "How've you been, man?"

"Busy," Luke said with a smile. "Saved the galaxy, brought my father back to Fandom, only ended up a little electrocuted...it's been an interesting few weeks."

"Wow." Blair blinked. "Sounds way busy. What's it like having your dad back at Fandom?"

"Weird," Luke admitted. "He was...dead when I was growing up, you know?"

"Yeah? Are you going to do all the stuff you missed getting to do with him when you were a kid?" Blair asked, skating over the whole 'got better from being dead' thing because hey, it happened! "Like go to movies or play catch or eat ice cream together?"

Luke snickered. "You've met him, right? I don't think he's the playing catch type."

"He did seem sorta stodgy the other day." Blair muttered. "But I'm sure you could find dad and son activities to do together. Maybe build something together?"

Luke smiled. "I bet he's twitching to take the shuttle apart. It's not his style of ship at all." Then he raised an eyebrow. "Stodgy?"

"Kinda grumpy and stuff." Blair said. "He didn't really react well to my questions about Vader."

Luke's eyes got wide. "Um, yeah, he would," he said quietly. "Vader's...a bit of a sore subject."

"He seemed really angry at him." Blair said. "Not sad that he was dead or anything."

"He killed everyone he ever cared about, or close enough," Luke said just as quietly. "My father's not going to be able to let that go easily."

Blair was quiet for a moment. "I guess that makes sense. Not that it's good to hold onto that sort of anger or anything."

"My father's a Jedi," Luke said stoutly. "He knows about finding balance. It'll just take a bit of time."

"Don't the Jedi value life?" Blair asked, a little curious. "Or am I just attributing too much hippie to them?"

"The Jedi value all life," Luke said, nodding, "and my father will mourn taking life. But sometimes all the negotiation in the galaxy isn't going to change the truly evil. And Jedi make that choice, too."

"So Vader couldn't be changed?" Blair asked. "Maybe he just needed longer or better influences or more encouragement."

Luke shrugged. "My father made the call," he said.

"Yeah." Blair said, biting his lip. "You know, we're talking about some pretty heavy stuff here. We should be taking advantage of this and trying out new nail polish colors or practicing flipping our hair."

Luke smiled and tried to flip his braid.

It ended up whapping him across the forehead.

"Ow!"

Blair ducked and laughed at Luke. "That's not a braid, man. That's a weapon."

"I'm figuring out why she wears it on the top of her head," Luke muttered, tying the braid into knots.

"She?" Blair asked, wincing at the knot tying and patting her curls tenderly.

"Leia," Luke explained, waving down at his body. "My twin sister."

"Oh, cool!" Blair bounced excitedly. "So you were already familiar with your body when you changed. That's pretty cool."

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