A Search for Peace

[hadthehighground]

WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi and YOU
WHERE: Various locations around Temba
WHAT: Jedi doing Jedi things.
WHEN: During the V-Day Mini Event
WARNINGS: Grumpiness probably


Waking up on his bunk in the Twin Roses one morning came with a surprise. A random pink mothcat plushie having been left for him at the end of his bed with a little card. The Jedi is confused as he has no idea what this is even about, and hasn't yet seen one of these creatures to boot. Even so, he leaves the plush on his bed before going out to do his thing.

A breakfast of food paste stuff and then morning meditation. Except... that's when the confetti starts. Obi-Wan finding himself covered in glitter and confetti and disturbed by any confusion and chatter regarding the stuff in the ship. Where is it even coming from?! Dusting it off, only to get covered with more, the annoyed Jedi leaves the ship only to find that it's happening outside as well.

He is not feeling the love.

Trying to escape the glitter, which is futile, he also attempts to find a place to meditate in peace. He can be found in varying locations, usually initially appearing as a sparkly mound as sitting and being still gets him covered in the glittery stuff raining down on everyone. Though every time someone talks to him or disturbs him in some way, he ends up moving somewhere else.

Ultimately he ends up on top of Cayde's tower. How did he get up there?! It's a mystery. Either way, he's sitting up there, trying to get away from it all and calm his mind.

It's proving very difficult as this ridiculous glitter keeps falling.

Come meditate with him or bother him. The choice is yours.

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[deal_me_in]

It had been amusing for the first few minutes. Then it just got ridiculous. After the ice cream roulette he's not terribly eager to try out the candy gift, at least not without a friend to try them with. The plush (was it a bear? A rhino?) was in some strange way, cute, and it didn't explode in glitter, which was a plus.

After trying futilely to sweep out his bar he decided to take a break and head back to the clocktower. It had to be easier to sweep that place out, right? His arrival wouldn't be unnoticed in the Force despite being what he looks like, but Exos were a mystery, and the Light that brought them back from death probably makes things even more interesting. Shaking off his tattered cloak, he sets to work at attacking the steps with the broom, not even blinking when Sundance reports that they've got company. It's only once he makes his way to the topmost floor of the hole-ridden tower that he steps out of one of the larger gaps, craning his head to look up at the pinnacle.

"...I charge by the hour, just so you know."

He kids.

[hadthehighground]

He certainly feels something in the Force, though Obi-Wan sighs quietly when that something decides to speak to him. Regardless, the glitter covered Jedi doesn’t open his eyes or moves, only speaks.

“That’s fine. I can pay you in glitter. I have plenty of it.”

There is a definite sarcasm to his tone, for clearly he is annoyed with the stuff. It will takes days to get it out of his hair and clothes whenever it finally stops. He doesn’t know why it’s happening or how but it’s ridiculous.

[deal_me_in]

"Sorry, that crap's worthless. Couldn't even get a glimmer for a pinch." Cayde shakes out his hood, scowling before he glances up again. "This stuff is getting in between my faceplates."

He withdraws for a moment, just within the area of the wall. And then he hops out- not a massive leap, but a short one to get himself outside, where he leaps again, redirecting a jump in midair to boost himself up onto the crumbling precipice beside the sparkling Jedi. The Exo proceeds to look out and around at the skies above as though oblivious to the possibility that he might be disturbing someone's meditation time.

"...think I prefer actual rain. This is gonna be a hell of a clean-up. Not volunteering for that."

[hadthehighground]

"It's getting in my robes," Obi-Wan says a bit irritably. He's not at all pleased with this stuff any more than Cayde is. It's definitely worthless.

When the Exo leaps up to where he's perched, the Jedi looks up at him, studying the... droid? for a moment. He remembered talking to him over the network, but this is the first time they were face to faceplate.

"May not have a choice at this rate. Though I would think rain would mess with... whatever it is you're made of?"

[deal_me_in]

He's certainly quieter than a droid, his movements so fluid you'd believe him to be flesh and blood under the clothes and light armor. "It's getting everywhere," Cayde says rather flatly, brushing off a pauldron before he realizes he's only adding to the glitter that flutters down on Obi-Wan. He grins sheepishly.

"Rain? Nah. Water's not too much of a bother so long as I'm not in it. Can't swim very well when your tendency is to sink."

[hadthehighground]

“Ah, I suppose so. Yes. You are made of metal then? You’re a droid?”

A very sophisticated one at least but it was the only thing Obi-Wan had to compare Cayde too. He’s never seen anything quite like him in all his travels across the galaxy.

[deal_me_in]

"Yep, mostly. Ah, you're one'a those people..." Cayde grins lopsidedly as he glances down at the Jedi again. "At least I figure droid is a niche term people from one end of space call all the robots. I'm an Exo."

He turns around as well as he can manage on his narrow perch like he's modeling the latest Hunter garb. "Bet they don't build your robot people like me! Then again they don't build us anymore either."

[ezra_of_lothal]

When Ezra finds himself by the fountain, as all newcomers do, he has already had a very long, very demanding day - an entire week or so filled with challenges, loss, and Force related strangeness, really.

His first thought is that this is another vision, perhaps, although it doesn't really feel like any of his vision, except that the one that felt so very present and real the first time he went to the temple on Lothal. His second thought is that must have failed in keeping the rest of the crew of Thrawn's flagship off of the bridge, or keeping the bridge pressurized with the Force, and this is what death is like.

Not how imagined becoming one with the Cosmic Force, honestly. Especially the part where his shoulder that took a blast from Thrawn's pistol still really hurts.

Ok. Think logically. There's no one else immediately around. He should try to get somewhere high up, so he can get a look around.

He picks a tower (not that he recognizes a clock tower when he sees one) and starts to try to find a way up, even with pain being pretty distracting.

[hadthehighground]

The whole point of meditation is opening oneself up to the Force. To be one with it and find peace in that. The focus and calming of the mind required for that left the senses highly acute to one’s surroundings. Which was helping Obi-Wan to forget that he was covered in glittery confetti.

He had found a bit of peace on the top of this tower, and was finally releasing his feelings into the Force when he noticed something. A luminous being was headed his way. While he didn’t recognize the signature, it was clear and bright , which was only typical of those of his kind.

As the being began climbing, he could also sense the pain and the confusion. Obi-Wan’s brow creasing a bit as he was troubled and sympathetic to whoever this was. Yet he reminded where he was. Watching, in a way, and waiting for this person to come to him.

[ezra_of_lothal]

It's slow-going, but Ezra was used to scrabbling to the tops of buildings for years before he ever learned to intentionally use the Force. Eventually he reaches a level where he stumbles across someone.

He himself is in a heavy duty canvas bright orange and yellow jacket with this scorched on a shoulder with a blaster burn. All together, his outfit is pretty ordinary spacer wear, including a holster on the belt for a blaster, but it's empty. There's also a clip on his belt that could be for a lightsaber, but nothing is actually clipped in place.

He squints at the robed figure sitting in what looks (and feels through the Force) like mediation.

He knows that face. He'd watched the recording of a message not to return to the temple on Coruscant on Kanan's holocron more than a few times, when the holocron was still in one piece. This person looks more like that recording than the older master Ezra had briefly met on Tatooine.

Which just made 'vision' or 'dead' seem like even more likely possibilities really.

"...Master Kenobi?" he asks, feeling torn between wonder and suspicion.

[hadthehighground]

Once the person got near, Obi-Wan expected he would say something, but not that. The Jedi looking a bit startled as he opened his eyes and quickly looked at this young man. Looking him up and down and not recognizing him in the least. Then again, if he was a Jedi, the boy might know him simply for his status in the Order. Many did after all. Still it’s impressive that he would be recognized, covered in glitter as he was.

Wiping some of that sparkly stuff off his face, Obi-Wan scrutinized this stranger a bit longer before deciding to speak.

“Have we met?”

While he had no recollection of it, that’s not to say he hasn’t forgotten. The man definitely looks a great deal like his image on the holocron that Ezra saw. Almost exactly like it kind the glitter of course. He was dressed in Jedi robes, and he see just a bit of the lightsaber thats at his hip.

[ezra_of_lothal]

"Yes. On-" Ezra shuts his mouth abruptly, wariness flitting over his face. On Tatooine, he'd almost said, but he won't give up that information for anything or to anyone, willingly. He'd never even confirmed that he'd seen Master Kenobi. Not Kanan, or to Rex.

"You looked a lot older," he continues, quietly puzzled. "And knew my name before I even told you."

He'd always wondered about that, actually. Had Chopper shown him something? Had Master Kenobi been more aware of rebel activity than one might think, for having been in the middle of nowhere? Had to simply plucked it out of the Force.

[hadthehighground]

Obi-Wan’s brows rose slightly as he started to say something then stopped himself. Though the explanation drew a slow nod of understand.

“I see. You’re from the future then. I suppose it’s good to know that I make it old age.”

He then mentions for the boy to sit, an invitation to join him.

“My guess is that you were about to say Tatooine? Though I’m afraid I don’t already know your name.”

Any of those possibilities as to why he might later are plausible. Particularly the last as he will have a great deal to time to focus on and hone his mental abilities in the Force. He’s clearly not at that point now though.

[out_of_order]

The current 'weather' is certainly a test for focus. It's definitely kept Cal from working on anything in the shop. After hastily throwing makeshift tarps over his salvage bins, he'd decided that there was no sense in staying inside if the glitter was just going to get everywhere.

At least his poncho still comes in handy. It's worn out but still serviceable, and more importantly in this moment? It has a hood.

BD-1 seems to be enjoying himself thoroughly in spite of everything. He'd thought the exploding flowers were fun. Now it looks like he's bent on collecting plushies. Cal's carrying a couple of the droid's findings in hand, some birdlike thing and a chunky pink lobster. He watches as BD-1 skitters about here and there, jumping in random piles of glitter before pausing to lift his head as he senses someone familiar. Leaving the droid to follow when he does, Cal starts heading towards Obi-Wan's position.

[hadthehighground]

Obi-Wan was sitting on a rock at the edge of town when Cal came by. The Jedi Master’s own good pulled up to try and keep the glitter from getting into his hair and down into his robes. Though that was only partly successful as just a light breeze would blow the stuff down in there anyway.

He’s trying to meditate but the young man’s presence is a bit hard to ignore in the Force. A glance up and he catches sight of the little droid jumping into a pile of confetti. It would be an amusing sight if he wasn’t just so tired of it all.

“At least someone is enjoying the downpour,” Obi-Wan says from his perch.

[out_of_order]

Flashing a crooked smile at that, Cal glances from the Jedi Master to the droid who hops about to watch the sparkling trails he leaves. "So long as it doesn't gum up his servos, anyway," he chuckles. He turns back towards Obi-Wan with a small incline of his head. "Sorry if we've disturbed you."

BD-1 beeps and runs back over to Cal, offering a chirping greeting to Obi-Wan before giving a bit of a spin. Yes, definitely enjoying the weird weather.

[hadthehighground]

The Jedi manages a little smile at the droid’s greeting before shaking his head at Cal.

“It seems I’m destined to be bothered today. I may have to take a trip outside of town if I want some true peace.”

He was seriously starting to consider that now that he’s voiced it.

“Though for now I wouldn’t mind if you joined me.”

[out_of_order]

"Kind of ironic, huh? As big and empty as this place is, and yet you never fail to run into people sometimes." Cal smiles sympathetically at that, although he hasn't been too bothered by being around people. He may have gotten used to it, but here he's also found a place with people he's actually come to consider friends.

The invitation has him lift his head a little before he nods. "All right then." He feels like it's been some time since he's properly meditated, so he steps closer before taking a seat nearby. BD-1 seems familiar enough with the practice that he allows them their space, quieting while he still remains relatively close by.

[hadthehighground]

“Yes, a bit. Though that’s not always a bad thing.”

Most of the time he’s quite happy to have company. Especially these days as he had been forced into seclusion on Tatooine. Still, there are times when he would like to be alone. Having a meditation partner is not something he would argue though.

Thus as Cal settles down next to him, he considers the Padawan a moment. Then he relaxed and closed his eyes. Quieting his mind to immerse himself in the Force.

Fountain okay?

[on_repeat]

Bothering is more of a possibility than actual meditation, but does it count at bothering? Because what's really bothersome is how the day started with a helmet full of glitter and confetti that somehow found its way into every crevice in his armor and his blacks.

So of course trying to walk it off is the next thing the ARC Trooper thinks of, resigned to the fact that this is just how it is. There is no blaster but a plush of a pink-ified glownie tucked under an arm (why he's carrying it around, he doesn't know), its smiling face the very opposite expression of the one he's making behind the dark visor.

Crossing paths with Obi-Wan by the fountain in the Town Center is unintentional, but it's hard to ignore the sparkles congregating on him like freshly falling snow. And although he still sounds (and feels) tired, Echo manages to sound a little amiable in the Jedi's presence.

"How's it going, Ben?"

[hadthehighground]

“Is that a trick question?” This asked as Obi-Wan sits motionless by the fountain. At the very spot he had woke up on this planet. It had been quiet then, and he had hoped it would be now. No such luck.

“I imagine it’s going as well for me as it is you. This isn’t how I expected to spend my day.” The Jedi opening his eyes and motioning at the falling confetti. Some of the glittery stuff rolling off of him as he did so. He was starting to get used to it.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore, either.”

[on_repeat]

"About the same," Echo nods, pausing as some more confetti and glitter shimmer down from the joints in his armor in small waves. "This is a new development. How many other names do you have?"

Although he laughed, it's more of a halfhearted effort. He's genuinely curious about that note. "What brought about the change?"

[hadthehighground]

A good-natured grin comes to Obi-Wan’s face. “Oh many, really. Master, Negotiator, Jedi Scum, the list goes on.” And really he could go on. Particularly with the list of insults that had been thrown at him over the years.

“Jon pointed out that my actual name was viewable on the network. So I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble in that case. And it seems I’m hardly in any danger of being discovered here.”

[on_repeat]

The clone chuffs another laugh, this time colored with a delighted kind of surprise. "Now I'm not sure what to do with this knowledge..."

But the reason does answer the question, and his helmet tilts upward a few degrees. "Ah. Jon." It's spoken in a way that partially understands how the Archivist operates. "The man has a way with words, but he would be the one to notice that detail."

[hadthehighground]

“Use it wisely, my friend,” Obi-Wan quips back with his own amusement.

“Yes, he seems to be quite the observant type. A detail oriented individual, which is something I can respect.”

The Jedi himself realizes he should probably be paying more attention to such things.

“A good man, though there is certainly a darkness that surrounds him.”