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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

Luke is sitting at the bar with a glass of firewhisky, which he hasn't had in quite some time. Although he's pretty sure there's no established protocol for what to do when your dead nephew from the future tells you that, in one version of your future, you go Dark, but "get a stiff drink and brood" seems like a step in the right direction.

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[desert-worm.livejournal.com]

He obeys, half-laughing. When the bag lands on his lap, he looks down and opens it, pulling out the clothes. "Oh, wow, Val, they're terrific... oh, neat, this jacket is the best!" And he immediately leaps up, puts it on, and poses in it.

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val grins, a twinkle in her eyes. "You look amazing, love. Absoultely amazing. And handsome. One more moment." She runs off, returning in a green dress, spaghetti-straps, slightly tight for her, coming just above her knees. "And I got this for me." A blush. "I thought you'd like it."