One of the perks of being royal - even as a member of a royal family from a tiny, obscure nation - is the private jet. Unfortunately, even those with private jets can't control the weather. Her Serene Highness Princess Leia of Alderaan is stuck in Heathrow like the rest of the world, waiting for the fog to lift so that she can go home for the traditional New Year's Eve celebrations. She's incognito today, or as incognito as it is possible to be when you have a personal bodyguard constantly at your elbow, sitting in a Starbucks with her hood up and earbuds in, when she hears a familiar shout through her music.
"Your Highness! Your Highness, look this way! Where are you going, Your Highness? C'mon Leia, give us a smile, eh?"
Apparently the paparazzi are stuck in Heathrow too.
Choose your own adventure - Gloomy Sunday
Leia is convinced that whoever said that April is the cruelest month has never been to London in mid-January. She's only twenty minutes into her daily run through Hyde Park, but she's already soaked through by rain and chilled to the bone. Why does London always feel so much colder than Aldera? It doesn't make sense. Alpine blizzards are far more pleasant than the constant damp. She rakes the wet hair out of her eyes and turns towards Kensington Gardens and the Alderaanian Embassy, her home away from home.
And then her day gets even worse.
A sudden downpour catches her off guard and semi-blinded. Leia stumbles in what she thinks is the right direction, hoping for a friendly tree where she can wait out the worst of it, when she collides with another person.
"Watch it!" she snaps in a very unprincesslike way.
Leia Organa | Star Wars | Metahuman(ish)
One of the perks of being royal - even as a member of a royal family from a tiny, obscure nation - is the private jet. Unfortunately, even those with private jets can't control the weather. Her Serene Highness Princess Leia of Alderaan is stuck in Heathrow like the rest of the world, waiting for the fog to lift so that she can go home for the traditional New Year's Eve celebrations. She's incognito today, or as incognito as it is possible to be when you have a personal bodyguard constantly at your elbow, sitting in a Starbucks with her hood up and earbuds in, when she hears a familiar shout through her music.
"Your Highness! Your Highness, look this way! Where are you going, Your Highness? C'mon Leia, give us a smile, eh?"
Apparently the paparazzi are stuck in Heathrow too.
Choose your own adventure - Gloomy Sunday
Leia is convinced that whoever said that April is the cruelest month has never been to London in mid-January. She's only twenty minutes into her daily run through Hyde Park, but she's already soaked through by rain and chilled to the bone. Why does London always feel so much colder than Aldera? It doesn't make sense. Alpine blizzards are far more pleasant than the constant damp. She rakes the wet hair out of her eyes and turns towards Kensington Gardens and the Alderaanian Embassy, her home away from home.
And then her day gets even worse.
A sudden downpour catches her off guard and semi-blinded. Leia stumbles in what she thinks is the right direction, hoping for a friendly tree where she can wait out the worst of it, when she collides with another person.
"Watch it!" she snaps in a very unprincesslike way.