[ There may be five, ten, fifteen- more... little ice saucers around Bail, all in various levels of melting. He has had the wherewithal to at least attempt this outside, whatever this may be. Some do look a little more wonky in design than others. Perhaps it is the melting or perhaps he is just getting a little better as he progresses...
The current one is still in his hand, slightly thicker and a bit more circular in its shape. About plate sized, and thicker. One may still be hard pressed to figure out what he is doing. In all honesty, Bail hasn't the foggiest either. Melting cup holders? Ice pucks? ]
I am to assume that this is one of those things were practice does eventually makes perfect.
[ The dark fades away, leaving Luke standing in front of the omni in stunned silence. Tears were falling from his eyes, though he didn't seem completely aware of them as his mouth moved, struggling to say something, anything, about the deeply personal memory that was just broadcasted for all of Trench to see. ]
[ Finally, he clicked his mouth shut, quietly reaching over and deactivating the omni without saying anything. ]
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