Ah, Naboo was simply lovely. It reinvigorated me and gave me a new sense of purpose. I can't believe I let myself get so...soft over Anakin. *scoffs* No more of that, I can assure you. From now on, I'll be all business, all the time.

*gets out her whip* All right, who's first?

*sighs* I think Anakin's mad at me. He hasn't come to visit me ever since I came back from Naboo, although he might have just been waiting for my sunburn to clear up. Luckily, I did put some bacta on it, and now I'm back to my normal lily-white skin. This is good, as a tan wouldn't go well with my wardrobe, anyway.

I'm bored again. I should look into advertising my...services at the Jedi Temple; I hear they're a kinky bunch. Alas, I don't think any of the Senators like me anymore. I suppose they're just jealous. Or else I've been threatening them too much, one of the two.

*yawns lazily* I'm still on vacation. It's highly enjoyable, even if Siri had to go and leave early. I do hope Anakin isn't terribly worried about me. I just wanted to get a good tan, that's all.

*looks down* Unfortunately, I'm sunburnt. And, since I tan naked (what? It's my own private lakeside villa), that means that I'm red as a Zabrak everywhere. *sighs* And I simply can't show back up on Coruscant looking like this. Senators are required to have a certain amount of dignity, after all although someone should probably notify Bail Organa of that fact.

Oh, well. I'm sure the Senate is managing fine without me. Someone there has to be remotely capable.

*packs an assortment of toys in a bag, then waits for Siri to get back, preparing her ship for takeoff*

*smiles* Are you ready to go?

*sits in her home office ((an actual office, I swear)), reading some datapads* *pauses, staring at the holovid on her desk* I don't know if I should give it to him... *frowns* But I don't know how he'd react if he knew that I didn't give it to him.

*sigh* Tea with Master Windu was nice...even if I did accidentally tell him certain things I didn't mean to. I so rarely see anybody who isn't Anakin.

Speaking of which, I need to set up a time to, ah, meet with Siri again. *small smile*

*reads a gossip site on the Holonet* *snickers* According to this site, I'm "mysteriously" pregnant with Master Kenobi's baby. This is strange, seeing as how I'm...not pregnant, and if I were...well, let's just say they have the wrong Jedi. *blushes*

Then again, it also claims that the Chancellor is a Sith Lord. How ridiculous.

I'm waiting for some news site to mention this whole cloning business...you'd think someone would notice that there's suddenly duplicates of people running around. But, no, even the tabloids are busy talking about undead Jedi Masters. I suppose it's in the public's best interest that they're kept in the dark about all this, really. What would people think?

*pouts* Nobody wants to visit me anymore. I don't know what I did wrong, but everybody's angry with me. I tried to make things better with Anakin, but he didn't seem too receptive. I hope the advice I gave him helped. Both Siri and Qui-Gon want to kill me...I don't think I'd want to be killed. It sounds very inconvenient.

I have things set back up finally, though. It was very hard work, because I'm obviously not built for things like hauling heavy pieces of equipment around. If anybody decides to visit, I'll be prepared.

...I'm so lonely.

Obi-Wan is proving to be a most delightful challenge. *smiles* I especially love the response I get from him whenever I mention his Master. You'd think he'd learn his lesson eventually. *sigh* Oh, well, more fun for me.

He's starting to crack, though. *looks over at the wall, where Obi-Wan is chained up and whimpering, covered from head to toe with bleeding whipmarks* I'm almost disappointed, in a way. I hoped it would take longer.

Still, though, when I'm done, he won't dare disobey anyone ever again...and, really, that's the most important thing, right? I do so hate it when people are disobedient. My Anakin is like that, and, well, now I have to deal with the problem at the source.

*sips her tea* Perhaps I should send out invitations once I'm done. After all, it would be a pity if I didn't get to show off my work. I have a few people I've invited over for tea...maybe they'd like to come. I would be so disappointed if they decided to take him away, though. *sigh* There's so much left to do here.

((This post is part of a plot started here and continued here.))

I made the acquaintance of so many interesting people last night. I found my clone, finally. Although she's a rather tame sort of person, she seems nice enough, and by the end of the night, we were getting along quite well (after a few initial...misunderstandings, mostly pertaining to my rather unique hobbies).

I also met this very nice bounty hunter who gave me a very sparkly pink card and promised me assistance with a certain pet project of mine, should I require it. *smiles* I might have to wait, though...right now, there's just no challenge in it. Eventually, though, Master Kenobi will be mine...and I shall take great pleasure in breaking him to my will.

And then there's Master Windu, who I assume is the Jedi Temple's expert in bondage. *sigh* I feel like such a novice in comparison to him, but, then again, I suppose we all have more to learn, especially when it comes to such...people-oriented things. I'm hoping he'll teach me more about the subtleties of our shared craft. A first-hand lesson would be nice, but, from what I hear, entirely too much to hope for. The Jedi have such interesting psychological insights, which I believe would be useful for mindfucks my work in the Senate.

Speaking of which...Senator Organa, are we going to have that meeting? I have a new blend of tea I'm sure you'll enjoy. *smiles*