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FORCE AWAKENS OPEN RP

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THE FORCE AWAKENS OPEN RP

You've seen The Force Awakens and you have this shiny new muse you want to play with, but where can you go right now without risking spoiling people. Or do you want to bounce your muse off someone from The Force Awakens but can't find any muses on Bakerstreet to play with...

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The surprise only registered on Maya's face for a flickering second, and then it was gone. She had to play her part, or Pryce would have her head. He had a soft spot for her, but it only went so far. And the second his bottom line was in jeopardy, all sentiment went out the window.

She resumed her provocative pose, looking at passing men and women from under her heavy eyelashes.

But her mind wandered out again...

How did you do that?

Luke takes up a spot a little below and to the left, when it's clear she's deliberately not watching him. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

How do you?

Wasn't that a good question. Maya nearly broke character to snort. Definitely not sexy. And she had to sell sex, sex, sex. It was easier for the other dancing girls. Most of them were Twi'lek. They didn't have to work for it like a lowly Human girl.

I don't know. She thought it back to him with, perhaps, a wistful manner of thinking. I just do.

Luke huffs, a mix of irritation and wonder filling him. To find someone like her, in a place like this? It doesn't make any sense. But then, he'd never heard of the Force, either.

It's called the Force. And you're... very strong.

Even he doesn't do this much, but that's partly because he hasn't met many Force telepaths.

It's in and around every living thing. Some of us... can focus it.

The Force? That ridiculous ancient religion?

Maya had heard of it. But in the same way she'd heard of fairy tales. No one she knew put much stock in it. Except for her senile grandfather. But he'd been pretty far-gone by the time Maya got to know him.

Nuts. He'd been nuts.

It couldn't possibly be true. The boy was just messing with her, having a laugh at her expense...

Do you have another explanation?

He could understand people not believing in the Force when they'd never met anyone using it. But to dismiss it once you were aware of your own abilities?

No. She didn't have an explanation.

But Maya was used to working with hustlers and thieves and con artists. She wasn't the type to accept something--anything--on faith. Especially the outdated nonsense of faith itself.

The simplest explanation was usually best. The simplest being that he was conning her.

But how? She'd only ever met one other person who could put thoughts into her head before. And he was a mute, ten-year-old kid. Not a lot of explanations there.

So. If she wanted an explanation...

Buy me.

Below her, Luke sputtered audibly, glancing back up at her with almost comical alarm at the suggestion. The thought of buying a person, let alone a naked girl... He grasped it a moment later, that it was simply a way out of what was clearly her... function. Flushing a bit, he nodded as he looked away again.

He was not sure how exactly places like this worked, but he figured that if he wanted to give them his credits communication would happen. So he went inside, girding himself with an attitude of confidence. And very, very glad Han wasn't here to see him squirm.

A short transaction later--they wanted extra, for taking their subliminal billboard off the marquee--he was led to a small room to wait.

Maya was kept around as part of Pryce's 'exotics' collection, really. The vast majority of his customers patronized the Twi'lek girls. When someone expressed an interest in Maya, Pryce generally decided it was some kind of fetish. He would often jack up the price, although she was a bargain, compared to the others.

After Pryce shuffled around the girls, he relieved Maya from the marquee and brought her inside, giving her a pep talk, as if it were her first time or something.

Fresh-faced boy. Probably a virgin. Fine. Whatever. She assured him that she would play the 'sweetheart' routine and everything would be fine. Business as usual.

Except it wasn't business as usual. He brought her to the green room. Maya never worked the green room. It was on the top floor of the club, tucked away in a corner at the end of the hall. Gaudy green decorations hung off of the walls. And the bed (round with a rotating motor) sat in the middle, under a green-tinted mirror.

She eyed the mirror dubiously as Pryce bowed out of the room, oozing charm like a Hutt oozed...ooze.

Luke, of course, was standing as far away from the rotating bed as possible. He wasn't exactly a prude. But this was... above and beyond appropriate. In addition, this wasn't about what anyone in the establishment assumed it was, so while the ruse had to be maintained, his behavior didn't have to conform.

With Pryce gone, Luke stepped forward, hands folded before him, his expression open.

"You don't believe me," he said, his tone tinged with regret.

Maya dropped her act as well. And in the end, what she really was beneath all the costuming and pretense was one more teenage girl who's life had been displaced and disrupted by the Empire. If she was a skeptic, it was only because life had given her very little to have faith in. And besides, her grandfather used to rant and rave about the Force.

And he was insane.

"It's a little far-fetched," she said, her actual speaking voice less refined than her telepathic voice. She folded her arms across her chest. "But I've never had anyone talk in my head like that before."

Luke watched her, with faint amusement lighting his eyes. "And yet you can do it," he said. "You had to know that was something unusual. You're very strong. So am I--but I didn't know it until I was taught how to harness it. I can prove it to you."

And then, maybe, she'd be able to escape this life.

"Prove it to me?" Now that had Maya intrigued. Yes, she was a strange sort of freak. And apparently he was too. But that didn't exactly equal 'the Force' in her mind. Maybe just some kind of strange mutation or evolution.

It wasn't entirely unheard of.

But the boy had her for the night, so why not?

She sat down on the edge of the rotating bed and crossed her legs, gesturing for him to go ahead and prove it to her.

A slight smile on his face, Luke's eyes drifted closed as he focused. It helped with the centering, especially in a place like this with so many distractions.

After a moment, Maya would feel herself start to rise from the bed, and Luke's eyes opened as he levitated her into the air, six inches above the surface.

Of all the things she'd been expecting, that was just about the last. Maya let out a strangled yelp as she suddenly found herself floating like that time her transport had accidentally lost artificial gravity.

Well, no. This was different. It was controlled.

Aside from the fact that a strange boy was the one controlling it and not her.

"Down please," she said a little sharply. "Down. Now. Thank you."

Luke complied immediately, though he made sure it wasn't indecorous. Maya returned to the bed in much the same way she'd left it, without a bump.

"I'm sorry," he said, waving his hands a bit. "That was... I maybe should've asked. But..." He cocked his head, watching her. "It's the sort of thing you could do, with training."

It was more than a relief to be back on the bed again. Which was a thought Maya had never had in her entire career.

There was a funny prickling in the back of her mind. She sensed someone irritable above them. That was strange. The room was on the top floor. Someone on the roof, maybe?

She gave the mirror another leery glance, before turning her attention back on the stranger. "Who are you?"

"Luke Skywalker. I'm a Jedi Knight. Or, well. Close to one." He wasn't not really sure what would make it official, without any Order. "You could come with me. Learn to use the Force. You don't have to do..." He waved a hand at the ridiculous room, the mirror, the rotating bed. "This."

"Luke Skywalker," she said. The name had more than a little significance. In fact, it was downright impossible to avoid, with all of the Imperial officers who had passed through Pryce's doors. Their thoughts of him, their hatred and frustration for him, it all bombarded her night after night.

And it was then that Maya realized she could hear it in the room. Not from him. But from that presence above.

Abruptly, she stood up and shoved him back against the wall, planting her hands around either side of his head and leaning her forehead down so her hair formed a curtain around their faces.

Someone is here looking for you.

Luke stumbled backwards, startled but not fighting back, because he sensed no aggression from her. He stared at her face, trying to read it.

For me? Why?

Which was a stupid question, really on so many levels. He reached out, opening himself up to his surroundings, and caught it. They weren't looking for him to give him good news, that much was clear.

Come with me, he insisted again. If he had to run, he would--but he didn't like leaving her here.

All of this was happening way too fast for Maya. From just another night's work to suddenly learning that there were Jedi and a Force and she'd been locked up in a room with a wanted--potentially dangerous--man. And it was obvious to who ever was looking down on them (a two-way mirror? Kriff, Pryce was a pervert!) that they weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing.

Which made her suspect.

Maya was not going back to an Imperial detention center again. More importantly, she wasn't going to let Yuri...

Kriff! Yuri!

My little brother. You have to get him out of here. If you think I'm powerful with this Force...thing. Look...the Empire wants him. Can you help him?

It hadn't even occurred to Luke that they were being watched. Even now, he's not quite sure how this escalated so quickly, but it's more or less become his life.

If they want him, then they shouldn't get him. Yes, I'll help. Where is he?

Outside. We don't let him into the club at night while the girls are working.

She'd started moving her shoulders a little bit, giving the spies a show, making them think that she and Luke were getting down to business. It was awkward, to say the least.

But things were going to get way worse in a second. She just...had a bad feeling about it.

What was she doing?

What are you doing? Are they watching?

Great. Reflexively, Luke put his arms around her. It was very awkward.

How do we get out?

The mirror over the bed, she replied. She'd never had quite so in-depth a conversation with someone through her mind before. It was surprisingly exhausting. I think it's a two-way.

As for getting out...that was complicated.

If we just walk out right now, they'll know we know they're watching...

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