[There's no denying that she is a little curious after their brief conversation. It is one of the reasons that Padmé did accept, that, and she does find Drake surprisingly easy to talk to. It's taken a little time for her to make her way to the Up, but there does come a knock on his door as she waits outside of it.]
[Her stomach gives a little rumble as she catches the scent of what's cooking within. Padmé can cook to survive, but by no means would she want to survive off of her own cooking, although it would still be an upgrade on what is provided in the Down.]
[ Her coat gets hung on a hook by the door and then he's gesturing for Padme to follow him back to the kitchen, where there are currently vegetables roasting and onions caramelizing in a pan. He's got two steaks out, ready to be seared off. ]
I was waiting for you to put these on... it's been a couple years since I had one, myself.
[She gives a glance around, having been there before, before following him back towards the kitchen. It is a stark contrast from her own residence, although Padmé also knows that it's done on purpose. It doesn't mean she's just going to follow their rules to get a softer bed or nicer items.]
Oh? They didn't have them where you were?
[Or did it have something to do with the undead statement in his biography blurb.]
I'm not. I got cured in the last world I was in... technically, the gods made me a new body that wasn't infected. Undead isn't exactly accurate but it's the traditional view of zombies.
[She knows that there are mechanical replacements in her own galaxy, that can be used when someone loses a leg, or a hand, like her husband. A whole new body though? Well, there are the Clones, but that is one person cloned, and each is their own person, whether the Republic actually seems them like that.
She shakes her head though.]
I'm not certain we have something like that where I come from. A variety of different beings in all sorts of different forms.
...this is going to be a lot more to explain, then. Uhm.
[ He frowns, wondering if he should start with his condition or the traditional view. ]
So in my world, there's the fiction of zombies and the reality, and they're pretty different. But they have one terrible characteristic in common that led to us calling ourselves that. Really, we're infected with a virus that causes certain physical changes. The biggest one being that we have to eat human brains to keep our humanity.
[ Maybe he should see how that lands before continuing. ]
[Undead she could understand, at least the word. Based on what Padmé knows, one is either alive, or dead. If the galaxy holds other mysteries, she isn't privy to them, not that she loses sleep over that. She has always tried her best to do her best, to help others less fortunate than her, and it's been good enough.]
So this virus... Alters you.
[She knows of being sick, of course, and that there are any number of illnesses, sicknesses and viruses in the world. But eating brains?]
There's the fiction of it too, where we got the name from... zombies are mindless reanimated corpses that eat brains. Which is kind of what happens if you starve, so.
I know it's gross. But it's what I had to do to survive for a long time.
I mean, different cultures eat all different manner of foods.
[She know some that eat the brains or hooves of creatures. There's bug and other plants, like algae, that Padmé wouldn't go out of her way to try. Although they are creatures raised for food or insects, not human. That is perhaps the part that is confusing to her.]
[It was better than she may have thought, in a way, at least. While she can understand that it is something that he apparently needs to eat, it could well have been a very different answer that he gave.]
[Especially as it doesn't seem to be something that he had wanted in his life. A part of her wonders how it had happened, but viruses are typically passed through a variety of different ways, some easier than others. It also isn't something that should just be tossed out there so casually by this place. They really had no boundaries.]
I've been informed since that they like to poke and prod at you with those little biographies. They apparently do it every couple of months.
It's alright. I did a lot of good that way, too, and I don't have to worry about it anymore.
[ He smiles, though it's a little sad. He'd rather have been a zombie in Hadriel than a human here, if it meant he wasn't alone, but. You can't always get what you want, now can you? ]
[It's a hint of that sadness that Padmé can catch in his expression. Her hand moves, reaching out, to give a soft brief squeeze on his arm. No doubt there is more there, but it is his story. Stars know that Padmé hasn't shared her whole life story with anyone here.]
I mean, it certainly isn't what I would have written about myself, although I also wouldn't have posted anything.
[ A bit of light comes back into his eyes at the touch, his smile seeming brighter. ]
In my home world, we have dating apps. I might be one of the only people my age who's never written a profile. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd say in one.
[If there is such a thing, Padmé has never run across it. Then again, she hadn't dated that much anyway. Her life had always been busy, from princess to queen to senator. That, and the fact that she had secretly wed a Jedi later. No doubt Anakin would have been less than impressed had she posted to them.]
Yeah, society controlling how much someone has sex is just... it's kind of nuts?
[ He shrugs, leaning down to take the vegetables out of the oven while the steaks finish. It wouldn't be a problem if his partner were here, but for now he's on his own. ]
It is. Unfortunately we do need to play by their rules for now.
[There is a tightness on her face as she says that, as she hasn't exactly been doing that. Others, she knows, have found contracts fairly early, even if it was just to ease their way out of the Down and into something slightly better.]
There are ways, or so I've been told.
[Moving slightly to the side to get out of his way.]
Are you certain you don't need a hand with anything?
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Padme. Welcome back.
[ He smiles and steps back to let her in, then holds out a hand. ]
I can take your jacket.
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[Her stomach gives a little rumble as she catches the scent of what's cooking within. Padmé can cook to survive, but by no means would she want to survive off of her own cooking, although it would still be an upgrade on what is provided in the Down.]
It smells wonderful.
[Slipping her coat off and handing it to him.]
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I was waiting for you to put these on... it's been a couple years since I had one, myself.
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Oh? They didn't have them where you were?
[Or did it have something to do with the undead statement in his biography blurb.]
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They didn't. But I would've been wasting them anyway, I couldn't really taste anything while I was... a zombie.
[ He glances back at Padme to see if she recognizes that word. ]
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And you're not... a zombie anymore?
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[ He sizes up the way she's frowning. ]
You don't know what that is, though, do you?
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She shakes her head though.]
I'm not certain we have something like that where I come from. A variety of different beings in all sorts of different forms.
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[ He frowns, wondering if he should start with his condition or the traditional view. ]
So in my world, there's the fiction of zombies and the reality, and they're pretty different. But they have one terrible characteristic in common that led to us calling ourselves that. Really, we're infected with a virus that causes certain physical changes. The biggest one being that we have to eat human brains to keep our humanity.
[ Maybe he should see how that lands before continuing. ]
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So this virus... Alters you.
[She knows of being sick, of course, and that there are any number of illnesses, sicknesses and viruses in the world. But eating brains?]
And if you don't, you... turn feral?
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[ Now for the broader cultural interpretation. ]
There's the fiction of it too, where we got the name from... zombies are mindless reanimated corpses that eat brains. Which is kind of what happens if you starve, so.
I know it's gross. But it's what I had to do to survive for a long time.
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[She know some that eat the brains or hooves of creatures. There's bug and other plants, like algae, that Padmé wouldn't go out of her way to try. Although they are creatures raised for food or insects, not human. That is perhaps the part that is confusing to her.]
Forgive me, but how exactly do you get brains?
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At home, through a funeral parlour. In Hadriel, one of the gods created them magically for me.
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Were you happy then, to get your new body?
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[ He puts the steaks on and opens the oven slightly to peek at the vegetables. ]
But that's what my profile was referencing.
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[Especially as it doesn't seem to be something that he had wanted in his life. A part of her wonders how it had happened, but viruses are typically passed through a variety of different ways, some easier than others. It also isn't something that should just be tossed out there so casually by this place. They really had no boundaries.]
I've been informed since that they like to poke and prod at you with those little biographies. They apparently do it every couple of months.
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[ He smiles, though it's a little sad. He'd rather have been a zombie in Hadriel than a human here, if it meant he wasn't alone, but. You can't always get what you want, now can you? ]
Yeah, I heard the same. How did yours turn out?
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I mean, it certainly isn't what I would have written about myself, although I also wouldn't have posted anything.
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In my home world, we have dating apps. I might be one of the only people my age who's never written a profile. Honestly, I have no idea what I'd say in one.
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[If there is such a thing, Padmé has never run across it. Then again, she hadn't dated that much anyway. Her life had always been busy, from princess to queen to senator. That, and the fact that she had secretly wed a Jedi later. No doubt Anakin would have been less than impressed had she posted to them.]
A nice guy who knows how to cook?
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[ He turns the steaks over and prods them with the tongs, seeming satisfied. ]
Too bad neither of those things are helping me meet my quota.
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She would argue that they would, along with the fact that he is quite handsome as well.]
It's one of many things that isn't fair about this place.
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[ He shrugs, leaning down to take the vegetables out of the oven while the steaks finish. It wouldn't be a problem if his partner were here, but for now he's on his own. ]
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[There is a tightness on her face as she says that, as she hasn't exactly been doing that. Others, she knows, have found contracts fairly early, even if it was just to ease their way out of the Down and into something slightly better.]
There are ways, or so I've been told.
[Moving slightly to the side to get out of his way.]
Are you certain you don't need a hand with anything?
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i never got this ;o;
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