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Who: Luke and anyone passing by.
What: Luke's had it rough; missing his dad terribly, and now really, really bad dreams.
When: Early morning of Egret 6
Where: Dining car kitchen
Warnings: Mentions of past trauma and mass murder and reacting to it.

Since the last visit to the train platform, Luke had been quiet and withdrawn. He knew the spider teens had thrown a party, was aware he had new people to worry about, but he couldn't really bring himself to participate or interact with any of it. His mind was too caught up on the sight of his father, walking away and not responding to his calls. He hand just stood there, staring as he disappeared into the mist, a feeling of overwhelming loneliness aching in his chest, and in the time that passed, he hadn't been able to pull himself out of it.

And then last night, things got worse.

Even now, the sight of fire consuming everything lingered in the back of his mind, the pulse of energy going through an entire planet and then... screaming. So much screaming. Just like...

He had been trying to focus on cooking -- Luke had been looking forward to Purple's chance at the kitchens, and it was something like comfort -- but with a lurch in his stomach, he remembered. He remembered vague visions of people he didn't know, seeing a green beam of light piercing a cloudless sky, a rumble of the earth and... death. So much death, all at once... all the screams, loud, piercing through his mind, and...

His stomach twisted violently at the memory of what he felt with Alderaan died, and he just managed to drop what he was doing and get to the sink before he threw up.

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Zelda needed a drink.

Not an alcoholic drink, mind you; it had been the better part of a decade since she'd had the opportunity, and even then the wine had definitely been watered down to be fit for a child. But she had been up for hours, trying to piece together the shards of a dream she knew in her bones to be real, and by then some water had seemed like a good idea.

Admittedly, she hadn't expected to walk into the kitchen to see someone vomiting into the kitchen sink. (There went that plan- but still-)

She shook her head, if only at herself. There were more pressing matters at hand.

"Are you all right?" She asked the figure already in the room.

It was only polite to ask, after all.

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A couple hours later, Misa comes dragging in. The dream had hit her hard. But seeing Luke looking so bad, she immediately straightens and walks over to him. They don't know each other nearly as well as she would like, but he needs something from her and it is the duty and job of a courtesan to be whatever the client needs.

So, being the courtesan on this stupid train, she walks over and wraps her arms around Luke. Dreams are stupid, and she knows what he saw. She knows. She may not know the extent of it, but she doesn't need to. What she needs to do is take care of him.

Maybe by taking care of him, she'll be able to take care of herself too.

Fëanor was looking for him. Luke wasn't in his room. He wasn't in other places Fëanor has checked. Funny, how people in distress gravitated here to the kitchen. Yet not at all surprising. His own refuge was always the forge or the workshop. He has none here.

"This might not be the best moment but I'm afraid we won't have better," he says out loud giving the man a chance and time to collect himself. He's a little embarrassed having caught him at such a moment of weakness.

Fëanor stops at the table putting a small, dark orb on it. It's small - the size that would easily fit in one hand, black and glossy. The one he gave to Curufin worked but the real test would come on the mission. He spent so much time recreating them and yet the last round of nightmares had him thinking. What if they refuse to go out there?

Luke jumped slightly, a bit of an embarrassed look coming to his face at being caught like this. He hurriedly turned the faucet on, flushing the mess down the sink and hastily rinsing out his mouth, before toweling his face off as he finally turned toward the woman that had been speaking.

"I'm... I'll be fine," he finally replied, pulling the towel away. "Just... bad dreams reminding me of bad moments."

Luke let out a faint noise as he felt small arms wrap around him, though not as alarmed by it as he probably should have been. He glanced down, recognizing a bit of Misa peeking out from behind him, and he let out a soft breath, reaching up to rest a hand over hers.

"You don't need to do that, Misa," he said softly. "But thank you."

Luke glanced over his shoulder slightly at the voice, before turning back to clean up both himself and the sink, not pulling himself up until he was sure he wasn't going to be sick again. Once he finally turned around to the table, he had to stop and stare at the orb on it, not... really sure what to make of it.

"What is that?"

Tony was just walked in to get some coffee when Luke was unloading in the sink. Startled, he stepped back and looked around the room to see what was going on. Quickly, he moved over to the stove to turn off what Luke had been cooking. He got a clean cloth and a small cup of water before continuing to the young man's side.

"Hey, it's me Luke. Watch your head." He tentatively reached in to turn the sink on. That should take care of most of the mess but he also got the cloth damp. "Here, this will be cool but it'll help you feel better." He put the cloth gently on the back of his neck. It was a trick Tony had used with both Pepper and Morgan whenever they got sick.

"Of course I do." She says, softly but reasonably. "You lost your father, and now these... dreams." She spits the word out like it's caught in her throat. Someday, she'll be very good at putting someone in their place with a smile on her face. "Everyone needs a hug now and then."

She just leans against him, maybe needing the hug a bit more than he does, but she won't admit it.

"A seeing stone," he says. "It's a communication device. With unlimited range."

Fëanor takes his hand off the orb. That's one way of describing it. The originals were much more than that.

"For you or someone of your choosing from the your Team." Maybe not Fingon. His nephew most likely wouldn't even want to look at it. "I gave one to each team so we can all stay in contact on missions. They are linked."