[ Beginning transmission. ]
[Someone hit the wrong button. Luke fails with technology, obviously. The camera seems to be pointed at the lovely bay windows of Luke's room. The curtains are drawn aside, stars visible and twinkling merrily in the blue expanse. The microphone picks up the sound of something heavy sliding under a door-- a chair?-- and then a bored sigh from the redhead.
Still not realizing he's being recorded, he extinguishes all but one candle, leaves it on his desk, and then moves to the window. He slides it open, lets the wind caress his hair. Then he hops out and goes for a midnight stroll outside the manor walls, just like old times.]
[ End transmission. ]
[ooc: Luke hates being cooped up too long. He'll be back in an hour.]
[Someone hit the wrong button. Luke fails with technology, obviously. The camera seems to be pointed at the lovely bay windows of Luke's room. The curtains are drawn aside, stars visible and twinkling merrily in the blue expanse. The microphone picks up the sound of something heavy sliding under a door-- a chair?-- and then a bored sigh from the redhead.
Still not realizing he's being recorded, he extinguishes all but one candle, leaves it on his desk, and then moves to the window. He slides it open, lets the wind caress his hair. Then he hops out and goes for a midnight stroll outside the manor walls, just like old times.]
[ End transmission. ]
[ooc: Luke hates being cooped up too long. He'll be back in an hour.]
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