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♤ Time Flies By In the City of Light

WHO: Cayde-6 and the more or less responsible
WHERE: Lower levels of Coruscant, space jail, the works ~~oh wait that's actually a place~~
WHAT: Being a tourist, getting insulted, and trying to make a profit
WHEN: Earlier part of event-trip
WARNINGS: N/A Will update as needs be. Also SORRY THIS IS SO LONG but I gave options...
NOTES: Feel free to pose in preferred style, will match! Also if you want to play out a combination of things or lead in from one to another, etc., totally open to anything.

"I have a good feeling about this place."

It hadn't been all that long ago that Cayde had said those fateful words, had it? And really, compared to the previous planets and places they'd had to visit, this giant city-world looked most promising.

By now he's put together their strange Agrii-directive, but then figuring out who all of their group came from this neck of space wasn't too difficult. A strange number indeed. Did that mean that a potential next stop would be Earth? They have a good number from there, but it'd be a toss-up as to which. And as much as he'd love to show people around home, he hopes his Sol System isn't on the list. That's however neither here nor now, and there's plenty of things to draw his attention from lingering on such thoughts.

"...we are going to get so lost," he says decisively as he takes in the stream of traffic flying between platforms and citywalks, and yet somehow he sounds chipper all the same. Stepping over to the nearby railing, he looks down and down some more, eyeing the levels of lights and transports that actually make their way below. Beaming, he looks up at Sundance. "So lost."

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A. Sightseeing
♠️ With so much shiny city to explore, can anyone blame the Exo for heading off without much warning? He figures if anyone needs him, he's got his tablet. There isn't too much that interests him in the upper echelons of the city, save for plenty of high places to get a nice view, and he'd already been yelled at for being on someone's roof. The strange if not concerned looks that follow him wherever he goes thereafter are for the most part ignored, if only because he's figured it's not unlike the usual response he gets from newbies back in Temba.

♠️ It doesn't take him long to worm his way to the lower levels. It stands to reason that anything he might find interesting would be in the undercity, the gambling dens, the black market, those willing to bend a few rules. Also food that wasn't overpriced. Unfortunately it hasn't hit him just how differently people of the mechanical variety are viewed and treated around here. Then again, there aren't any models that compare to him, much less wear clothing and openly carry a weapon around.

♠️ There are those who watch him pass with caution, some with outright disdain, but then there are others who watch with all too much interest, tailing at a distance...

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B. Fud
♠️ "Whaddya mean 'where's my owner?'" Cayde snorts, looking incredulously at the man who's apparently barred him entrance. He's by a diner of sorts, scowling at a confused employee who's barring his way in. "Look, I just flew in and wanted to sample some of this city-planet's fine cuisine. Now, I do realize I could take my business elsewhere, but just because food's expensive doesn't mean it tastes any better, and this here looks like it's been here a while, so clearly there must be something good going on here."

By the looks of the man at the door, he's still trying to work out what the metal fellow is saying to him, or maybe wondering if the metal fellow has a few crossed wires as he casts a look around for some help. Droids usually aren't so insistent about wanting to...eat??

♠️ Alternatively there are plenty of bars and clubs with fetching neon signs that make the Exo a tad envious. "I need one of those," he insists. "But I guess for now I'll settle on trying the drinks." The bartender within shoots him a disdainful look as some sort of alarm light triggers by the door. "We don't serve droids," he says, his tone clearly suggesting that said droid should know this. Then he almost falls over when Cayde looks over his shoulder, because clearly he's not the one being addressed!

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C. I Fought the Law
For some reason or another, the Guardian finds himself in a cell. Maybe he's got company, maybe he's its sole occupant- maybe his company's familiar! But in any case, he seems to be taking it rather well, lounging on the thin panel that makes up a pallet, arms folded behind his head. Who knows why he's in here. A fight? Unruly behavior? Rogue droid, wha-?

♠️ He doesn't particularly expect any help- it's a big city! But then word does travel fast, especially talk about some weird droid with clothes on. It's fine if he doesn't get a hand, he's taking this in as part of the city experience. He'll leave when he gets bored, or if his pals don't share the same interest in experience as him.

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D. Beating Up Baddies For ~~Fun and~~ Profit
Oh, you know how it goes, you run into some bad company, or just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and witness things certain parties wish you hadn't. That sort of thing happens often down in the lower levels, and between the turf wars and the general violent tendencies of those who have come to consider Coruscant's underbelly as their domain, it would be amazing if you didn't run into some trouble of some kind.

♠️ Cayde? He can't help it if people leave their caches in such obvious places. They're just asking to be picked up by some enterprising Exo. The previous owners beg to differ, and they're not having a fancy droid make off with their hard-gained artillery.

♠️ There are also people down here fighting to protect those who eke out a living in unfortunately violent territories. With gangs like the Black Sun making trouble, groups like the Justicars are open to recruiting anyone willing to risk their necks for some extra credits and equipment if they'll run an errand or two, or help put down some trouble-making gang cells. Care to join the Exo on a mini-strike?

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Word gets around quickly sometimes. Obi-Wan happened to hear from another Jedi that a peculiar droid had been detained and he thought it might be part of his group. It didn’t take much for him to suspect who it might be. Thus Cayde would soon get a visitor. One hooded Jedi who was escorted in by a guard.

“I hear you’ve been getting into some trouble,” Obi-Wan says as he pulls back his hood and gives Cayde a curious look. “And here I thought you might try to behave yourself.”

It’s said in a joking tone. He’s more than aware of the difficulties that Cayde would like have on Coruscant. There were many who were not exactly kind to droids or those they perceived as such.

The Exo sits up from where he'd been lounging on the narrow bench within, and that only after the hooded one addresses him. He gasps as though taken aback by the Jedi's words, clasping his hands over his chest.

"I have been an absolute angel this entire time," he claims, although it's obviously done in the same vein as Obi-Wan's jest. "The room service here is pretty rude though. They wouldn't even get me a sandwich!"

The Jedi snorts a little then raises his brows. “Can you even eat a sandwich?” Somehow he highly doubts that but who knows? It’s not like he knows how Cayde works.

“Yeah this is real cute,” the guard says impatiently. “Is this your droid or not?”

“... Yes, this one is Jedi property, so I’m going to need him back.”

“Heh, is that right? Somehow I’d thought you Jedi would keep better control of your droids.”

"Actually I prefer ramen but I don't think that's a thing in this place. Or maybe it is! Hey-" Cayde changes tactics, glancing to the guard despite the obvious impatience. "-know any places around that serve noodles? Should I be asking if you know what noodles are?"

He's up on his feet as Obi-Wan converses with the guard, making somewhat of a face at being called Jedi property. "-psst. Does that mean I get a laser sword?" He doubts it but figures it's worth a shot.

The guard gives them a strange look as the “droid” asks for noodles. “It ain’t acting very... Jedi-like.” Because clearly droids don’t eat so what gives.

“No he most certainly is not,” Obi-Wan says while glancing at Cayde, ignoring the question about a lightsaber. “I’ll have to take him in for reprogramming. You wouldn’t happen to have a spare restraining bolt in the mean time would you?”

The guard snorts at that. “For a Jedi you came pretty unprepared.”

Is he supposed to play along? He's feeling very offended at being talked around, scowling between the Jedi and the guard. Reprogramming! Rude! When Obi-Wan looks his way he shrugs. How's he supposed to know what Jedi act like! Clearly he's got to work on an Obi-Wan impression.

He echoes the snort from the guard at that, but then blinks and fishes around in his pocket before holding up a knob-like device. "Oh, is that what this thing is? They stuck it on me before they put me in here." Is he trying to be helpful? Who knows, really.

Obi-Wan is mentally facepalming right now as Cayde holds up the restraining bolt. While he’s glad the things don’t affect him now is certainly not the time.

The guard just stares at Cayde, clearly bewildered that a droid could release itself from a restraining bolt.

“Something’s fishy here I’m gonna...”

“You’re going to release the droid and let us go on our way.”

Obi-Wan says this in a flat tone with a wave of his hand.

The guard straightens up, his eyes looking distant as he reaches for his key cards. “I’m going to release this droid and let you go on your way.”

The man then unlocks Cayde’s door and steps aside so he can come out.

Being stared at like that, Cayde does the only reasonable thing he can do. He grins. The expression falters when it looks like this catch and release isn't going to go as smoothly as Obi-Wan planned for.

The sudden suggestion (????) from the Jedi seems almost hilarious at that point, save for the fact that suddenly the guard's not only echoing those words but actually doing so. And what was with that hand wave? Cayde looks from the guard to Obi-Wan, back and forth and then at the opened cell. Well, that's something he's clearly not going to pass up, so the Guardian steps right on out, beaming.

"Thank you, my good man. For that, I'll boost my review on your hospitality from two stars to three."

The guard just blinks dumbly at Cayde until Obi-Wan steps over to him again with another wave of his hand. “Yes, and I think you deserve a break.”

The guard’s face lights up at that. “Yeah, I deserve a break,” he agrees and then walks right past them. Supposedly going to whatever break room they had here.

The Jedi then looks up at Cayde with a raised brow. “And no thanks to you I might add. You certainly were not helpful. Shall we go, then?”

Oh. Sweet cotton socks. This man could do magic with his hands too. Cayde looked on the verge of giggling with glee as he watched the guard walk off, until he catches the look from Obi-Wan.

"What! I was being so helpful!" he protests, walking ahead then. "We just didn't have the same script! But never mind our botched team-play, you never told me you could do magic! What was that? Hypnosis?" He spun about to walk backwards so he could wiggle his fingers about in emphasis.

Obi-Wan walks after him, giving the guardian a deadpan look as he seems to be quite enthralled with his abilities. He was going to regret it isn’t he? Stars above. The Jedi sighs and shakes his head.

“It’s not magic,” he clarifies. “The Force gives me mental abilities which includes being able to impose my will on the weak minded like you just saw now.”

"Is that what the Force does? Nice! I'm sure that comes in real handy," the Exo says, turning again just in time to avoid walking into a wall, which he deftly sidesteps, although not entirely graceful.

"So like you could be at a bar and someone'll be 'hey, you didn't pay your tab' and you do the handwavey thing and say 'I paid my tab off last week' and they zombie off believing it?" A pause. "-not that I'm suggesting in any way that is a thing you do, that was just the first example that came to mind."

“I could do that, yes. But it would be a misuse of the Force. Something my master didn’t have as many qualms about as I do. It is something I only use when necessary.”

He liked to talk things out first if he could. But when it came down to it Obi-Wan was quite good at the mind trick. That was something he had learned well from Qui-Gon Jinn.

“Just how did you get in there anyway?”

"Sounds like a no-nonsense kinda guy," Cayde chuckles. That trick seems like a surefire way to cut down on a lot of potentially long-winded incidents.

"Me? It was a work in progress. It is downright difficult trying to barhop when you can't even get inside, you know? And then when I do get in they don't want to serve me! What's the point??" He shrugs. "Anyway then this guy with tentacles for a face was laughing at me so I drank his drink and then one thing led to another..." he continues, gesturing vaguely.

“Yes, he was. Yet he could be full of nonsense himself at times.” This said a bit fondly as he thought of his old master. As much as Qui-Gon had frustrated him, he had cared deeply for the man who had been like a father to him.

As Cayde went on with his story, well, it was easy to see what happened. “Yes, Quarren can be easily angered,” the Jedi says, able to guess the species of the being Cayde had gotten into a fight with.

“Droids are not always tolerated, especially in such places. They don’t eat or drink after all, so they take up valuable space without buying anything. And well, you happen to look like one, my friend. Try not to take it too personally.”

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The Exo rolls his eyes. "Didn't figure that's how things would go with droids. I mean, I can understand the mindset but that is still very annoying. And I did say I wanted to buy." He shakes his head.

"So what sort of droids do Jedi have? Do they gotta wear robes too?" That question had been tickling at the back of his mind ever since the conversation with the guard.

The Exo is given a sympathetic look. It was an unfortunate side effect of the way he looked. Unfair and annoying for certain, but such stubborn types are not easily made to change their mind.

“No it’s not like that. We have droids for varying tasks like any other place here. Medical droids, analysis droids, technical droids, astromech droids. Just about anything you can think of really. They’re not much different than any other. That guard simply didn’t know what he was talking about.”

Cayde nods with all the attention of one taking detailed notes, not that he's actually doing so. "Eh, figured. I think he was just glad to get me out of his hair." Or would have been if the Exo hadn't accidentally complicated things.

"Err....thanks for coming over, by the way," he says, supposing some gratitude is in order. "How'd you know I was there anyway? Someone call and say there's a weird droid wearing clothes, he's probably with that strange group you came in with?"

“Actually yes, something to that effect.” He gives the Exo a little amused smirk. “You do stand out you know.” More then a little. Even on this diverse planet Cayde looked a bit alien.

“Though I realize now I should have warned you when we arrived. I apologize for failing to do so.”

Even Cayde has to smirk at that. There's perhaps some twisted sense of pride in knowing that even in a place where the entire planet is a city, he can still stand out somehow. He's not even terribly upset about the reasons for it, although that doesn't mean he's still not bothered by it.

"Eh, you probably had other things on your mind. It doesn't strike me as a common occurrence that the Agrii give us a chance to go anywhere relatively familiar to anyone, even if it happens to be so far back in the past." There's that Agrii curveball he's come to expect. There always seems to be a catch when it comes to those guys.

"I think you're right. This was certainly something I never expected." While it was true that he had been plenty distracted and overwhelmed, he still laments that he hadn't said anything. But there's nothing to be done about it now. The Exo will at least be prepared for it now.

"You should be careful though. I can't guarantee I'll be able to get you out again. I may be a Jedi but there's a limit to things even I can do." Plus if word gets around enough they might find more creative ways to detain Cayde, and not exactly pleasant ones either.

The advice is appreciated, belated as it is, but Cayde's not ignoring the knowledge of someone who's more familiar with a territory than himself. "Got it." It's as close a promise as he can make, but he's sure he can handle himself. He may not have Force powers but he does have some other tricks up his sleeve, and the key was not to let people know what you were capable of.

Not that he intends to spend his time around as a subservient droid.

"Good," Obi-Wan says with an approving nod as Cayde seemed to be taking this seriously. "Take care of yourself then, and if you need anything, you know how to contact me." The Jedi then paused as they stepped out onto the street.

"Oh, and keep that restraining bolt with you. It might be useful." Not that he expected Cayde to be a subservient droid, but even so, you never know.

"Right. If I need anyone convinced about something or another, I will call you right up." He's joking. Probably.

Cayde pauses and makes a bit of a face as he looks at the restraining bolt he'd had in his pocket. "Eyew. How's this thing supposed to work anyway? They stuck it on me and it tingled a little so I popped it off when they weren't looking."

Obi-Wan gives the Exo a look. "Or perhaps I could use it on you?" You still have a brain Cayde! Which means it's fair game too! He's joking of course. Probably.

"They're essentially used to limit a droids function. Particularly if they are being unruly. It will only allow the droid to do what its master wants it to do. Think of it as handcuffs for a person."

♤ Time Flies By In the City of Light

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