Well, this was different. Leia was used to experiencing the Force as an infinitely complex web of glowing threads, with each person having their own unique color, texture, and vibration but only when deeply in meditation. It was quite another thing to see those colors played out in her normal vision. Or to watch them shift and change with not just her own mood, but the mood of the person she was looking at.
And that wasn't even touching on the colors that seemed to radiate from objects. Soft blues and greens for things she was fond of. Red for things she actively disliked. Dull gray for things she was indifferent to. The walls of the train itself seemed washed in soft lavender; she had mixed feeling about it, but found herself more fond than not, in spite of herself. Regardless, it was certainly making things more interesting.
Layer 2
Leia was known for her speaking ability, but she generally liked what she said to have a purpose. Now though? She found herself with an excess of words that needed an outlet, regardless of topic. Nothing was too minor or too ridiculous to warrant commentary. Like for example, when someone approached her in the library, she randomly asked them, "What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten? Not necessarily the best or the worst, but just the strangest, in your opinion."
Layer 3
Now this was a bit more difficult. Not because she had difficult verbalizing her feelings or because she was shy with her opinions- neither of which were true even under normal circumstances, as anyone who knew her was aware of-, but because there were a few people on board who she knew were going to have to hear some hard truths because of it. And she wasn't looking forward to potentially hurting them, even if it was ultimately for their benefit.
Layer 4
Leia was admittedly not the best with her hands, at least when it came to what she had to work with on the train. And relying too much on Bending felt like cheating; the need was there to set something up with her own hand for those she cared about. In the end she did use Bending for expediency when it came to the pastries, since her cooking skills weren't at all up to the task and the kitchen was fairly busy anyway, but otherwise? The tea party Leia was setting up on the end of one of the dining car's tables was all her own work. Several types of tea, small sandwiches, and a selection of pastries and fruit tarts- many of them made with fruits most of those on board wouldn't recognize- were arranged artfully on platters and there were neat place settings with teacups, saucers, plates, silverware, and napkins for a number of guests. There was even a tablecloth of sorts, though those looking for fabric in the art car would find the basic white cloth provided by the train to now be in very short supply.
"Come, have a seat," Leia said to anyone who approached. "What kind of tea would you like? Oh, and you should really try the starblossom tarts; those ones right there."
Eye of the Storm
Focus. She had to remember to focus. Block out the noise and distractions, focus on the present. On what needed to be done. She couldn't afford to lose herself in the eddies of light and emotion, music and chaos, uncertainty and possibility.
Even here, the Force was with her. Though she didn't know how long even she could stand amidst the chaos. Still, those struggling to find their feet in the midst of everything might see a translucent blue figure moving through the train, sealing broken pipes and restoring what she understood of severed wiring with a gesture and an expression of effort, a surprisingly steady figure amidst the chaos.
She would also stop to check anyone who looked to be injured or panicking. "It's alright," she said. "We'll make it through this." She would also pause from time to time, rest a hand on the wall, and say the same thing, usually while pulling some damaged equipment back together as best she could, or sealing burst piping. They couldn't have the train panicking either. Not now.
Leia Organa | OTA
Well, this was different. Leia was used to experiencing the Force as an infinitely complex web of glowing threads, with each person having their own unique color, texture, and vibration but only when deeply in meditation. It was quite another thing to see those colors played out in her normal vision. Or to watch them shift and change with not just her own mood, but the mood of the person she was looking at.
And that wasn't even touching on the colors that seemed to radiate from objects. Soft blues and greens for things she was fond of. Red for things she actively disliked. Dull gray for things she was indifferent to. The walls of the train itself seemed washed in soft lavender; she had mixed feeling about it, but found herself more fond than not, in spite of herself. Regardless, it was certainly making things more interesting.
Layer 2
Leia was known for her speaking ability, but she generally liked what she said to have a purpose. Now though? She found herself with an excess of words that needed an outlet, regardless of topic. Nothing was too minor or too ridiculous to warrant commentary. Like for example, when someone approached her in the library, she randomly asked them, "What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten? Not necessarily the best or the worst, but just the strangest, in your opinion."
Layer 3
Now this was a bit more difficult. Not because she had difficult verbalizing her feelings or because she was shy with her opinions- neither of which were true even under normal circumstances, as anyone who knew her was aware of-, but because there were a few people on board who she knew were going to have to hear some hard truths because of it. And she wasn't looking forward to potentially hurting them, even if it was ultimately for their benefit.
Layer 4
Leia was admittedly not the best with her hands, at least when it came to what she had to work with on the train. And relying too much on Bending felt like cheating; the need was there to set something up with her own hand for those she cared about. In the end she did use Bending for expediency when it came to the pastries, since her cooking skills weren't at all up to the task and the kitchen was fairly busy anyway, but otherwise? The tea party Leia was setting up on the end of one of the dining car's tables was all her own work. Several types of tea, small sandwiches, and a selection of pastries and fruit tarts- many of them made with fruits most of those on board wouldn't recognize- were arranged artfully on platters and there were neat place settings with teacups, saucers, plates, silverware, and napkins for a number of guests. There was even a tablecloth of sorts, though those looking for fabric in the art car would find the basic white cloth provided by the train to now be in very short supply.
"Come, have a seat," Leia said to anyone who approached. "What kind of tea would you like? Oh, and you should really try the starblossom tarts; those ones right there."
Eye of the Storm
Focus. She had to remember to focus. Block out the noise and distractions, focus on the present. On what needed to be done. She couldn't afford to lose herself in the eddies of light and emotion, music and chaos, uncertainty and possibility.
Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.
Even here, the Force was with her. Though she didn't know how long even she could stand amidst the chaos. Still, those struggling to find their feet in the midst of everything might see a translucent blue figure moving through the train, sealing broken pipes and restoring what she understood of severed wiring with a gesture and an expression of effort, a surprisingly steady figure amidst the chaos.
She would also stop to check anyone who looked to be injured or panicking. "It's alright," she said. "We'll make it through this." She would also pause from time to time, rest a hand on the wall, and say the same thing, usually while pulling some damaged equipment back together as best she could, or sealing burst piping. They couldn't have the train panicking either. Not now.