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Archivist Catch-All

WHO: Jon & YOU
WHERE: Coruscant - Various places
WHAT: Coruscant Event catch-all. Some open, some closed prompts. See what your little Eldritch avatar has been doing...
WHEN: Coruscant Event
WARNINGS: One of them includes Tony. Approach at own risk.

The Perfect Gift [ OPEN ]

Coruscant is- A lot. A lot of city, a lot of people a lot of- Everything. Even for Jon, who has been living in London for a good decade now. But even London seems unnaturally small compared to Coruscant. And yet living there has ensured that Jon isn't intimidated by crowds. In fact, he has come to find himself quite capable of adjusting himself to their situation and as he learns more about the planet and its inhabitants, Jon also learns more about how to navigate it and find that which he is looking for.

Which proves invaluable While out to acquire goods and supplies he deems useful for their inevitable return to Temba.

It's a long list Jon has for himself. A variety of clothes and footwear are on it, including some actual swimwear, equipment and supplies for his little chemistry lab, writing utensils, notepads, new variants of tea and other luxuries, a couple of handy little tools and - Gifts. And especially those gifts prove to be the difficult part. Since the person Jon is trying to find a gift for is none other than Tony. The man that tries to fix everything and constantly makes gifts for others himself. Finding a gift for such a man is harder than one might wish to think.

Apparently a selection of treats are about to become part of the assortment of gifts Jon has already picked up and he is currently studying the packaging of what may be actual chocolate. One can never go wrong with some sweets and a good wine. Jon smiles softly to himself and his attention drifts over to something that is either a futuristic bottle opener or a very peculiar toy, making him frown before reaching out to pick it up, vaguely addressing either the person next to him or no one in particular. "No idea what this is, but- I'm curious."

Being A Monster [ OPEN ]

Some may say it is ill-advised for Jon to be heading down into the lower levels of this multi-layered city. And yet here he is, his worn clothes and too large poncho making him easily melt into the crowd of beings who ignore his seeking stare. A stare that isn't seeking for difficulties with finding its target, but rather because every being down here proves to be a remarkably suited target for his needs.

He takes the easy route and turns into the next bar he passes. There are plenty of dreadful stories here for him to request, confine to memory and later record. Which will have to wait until they are back in Temba, since his tape recorder has not been brought along on this trip.

It's later that night - Or maybe early the next morning that the Archivist returns to the hotel they are all staying in. His steps swaying a little from the alcohol, but a contentment rarely seen by many on his expression. He even gives a cheerful wave to anyone else he encounters at this odd hour. "Someone is up early!"

Among Force Sensitives [ CLOSED to Obi-Wan ]

It's not without a healthy degree of trepidation that Jon walks up to the intimidating structure that he has been told to be the Jedi Temple. He is dressed in a set of new clothes, which he assumes to be local enough in style and clear of the wear and grime of the clothes he has been wearing down over the past months on Agra 10. Well fitting grey pants covering the better part of dark boots and a light, long-sleeved tunic paired with a very functional messenger bag is just one outfit the Archivist has come to pick up so far and he finds himself particularly happy to now own some footwear that isn't meant to be purely decorative while one spends the better part of the day behind a desk.

Though even his new attire doesn't fully keep Jon from pausing briefly in his steps to look up the massive building. Home and training ground of the Jedi. Jedi like Cal and Obi-Wan and Ezra. Beings sensitive to an energy field called The Force.

Beings that can sense something is not right with him.

Jon swallows once, hand tightening around the strap of his bag before he pushes forward, expression set into a stubborn set of determination. It will be fine. The Jedi Master has agreed to accompany him into the Temple, meaning Jon won't be heading in there by himself. It will be fine.

At the top of the stairs, he comes to another stop, finding himself looking up at massive columns of a height that raises questions for the Archivist. Questions he will be keeping to himself at least for the time being before taking his attention back down and looking around for the man he is supposed to meet up here at the very entrance of the Temple, muttering to himself. "...Christ. I hope he hasn't forgotten."

It's a date! [ CLOSED to Tony ]

New clothes that actually fit him and that Jon feels good in are but one of the things this planet has provided. Another thing is the chance to get his hair cut back to a more reasonable length, get the items required for a decent shave and of course have a proper bath. Small luxuries that add noticeably to Jon feeling human again. And to provide him with the confidence to ask Tony out for a proper date. How many chances like this will they get anyway?

The beings tending to their needs at their hotel have been quite helpful to him with setting everything up and recommending the right places not too far away. From a good, rather exclusive restaurant high up in a tall spire looming over Coruscant's upper level along with similar, yet distant skyscrapers and providing an excellent view to an artificially created and very unique park at the very base of said spire to the suggestion of a sensual and very private message provided by specially programmed droids up in their hotel's poshest suite offered by the beings in charge of the hotel tending to their guest's needs. Being that are remarkably eager to please this easy source of good credits. And after all these months on Agra 10, Jon has very little qualms about spending what the Agrii provide them with.

Having arrived a little early, Jon has already been seated at one of the rather few tables the restaurant actually possesses. All set apart and separated with strategically placed pots filled with colorful alien flora and a stunning view out of the large windows making up the entire outer walls of the place. A soft tune hangs in the air that Jon listens idly to while looking out of the window, over the city and every once in a while daring a glance down, feeling a bit thankful that Mike Crew hasn't instilled an even greater fear of heights into him. His hands are loosely clasped in front of him on the table, having very little to do at the moment.

When he hears a set of footsteps approaching, Jon turns his attention away from the window to greet who he assumes to be Tony with a gently, yet genuine smile.

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The tension from the guards and the resulting stares are not something Jon misses, and by the time Obi-Wan arrives, he is more or less glaring right back at them. Not in any way that would imply imply hostility, but it certainly is a quizzical look Jon is casting back when the sound of a familiar voice redirects his attention to the approaching Master.

"Obi-Wan!" Jon greets the other man with a smile that is partially one of relief as he steps forward to properly meet up with him, the guards already mentally set aside. "I haven't seen you since we landed - You look good!"

He does look good actually. The Jedi is in noticeably higher spirits. Looking happier than he ever had back on Agra 10. Being among his people again has really made a difference.

"I've been spending my time here," Obi-Wan says, placing a hand on Jon's shoulder and leading him in through the entrance. "My people have agreed to allow our group limited access to the temple, and I'm arranging for a tour. It should help everyone with the task that the Agrii have given us."

"Well, that's very generous of them- And hopefully will help us figure out what the Agrii hope to learn." Jon replies, looking up and around them as they walk through those massive doors. "Have you told them about our situation? About the Agrii?" There could have been some compulsion in those questions, but even though he is currently rather distracted by the inside of the temple and the sheer size of it, Jon manages to keep his questions free of any intrusive side effects.

"Jesus Christ, this place is massive!"

“I have, and in a way that they understand and also makes us a bit of a curiosity. However, what I told them won’t leave the High Council, so best to keep details to yourself among the Jedi here.”

An amused glance was then given Jon as they walked along. The corridors were wide with very high ceilings and stone pillars supporting it. It certainly was an impressive building. One that he had always called home.

“That it is. Thousands of Jedi live, train, and go about their business here. I only ask that you show your respect.”

"Reassuring, I suppose. I mean- That they understand why we ask to use their libraries and agree to help us out. I know the library at the Institute used to be quick to turn away anyone who wasn't at least studying a related field." And rightfully so. This temple may not be too different in that regard usually. In all likelihood they are just lucky to have a few Jedi as part of their group by now, with Obi-Wan being easily the highest ranking one of them.

Jon manages to stop staring at the high ceilings and the general vastness of literally every hallway the Jedi Master leads him through to cast his eyes around and over some of the details, including the different beings that may all be further Jedi.

"Are there any taboos I should be aware of?" He inquires. Jon knows how to be polite, but at the same time he's also aware that cultural differences may result in different definitions of polite. And given everyone in this temple wears more or less the same clothes it's rather obvious that there is a unique culture in existence in this place that sets it apart from Coruscant as a whole.

"The resources here are mostly for Jedi use," Obi-Wan says. "Outside of that, only invited guests are allowed into the temple. Which is why I had to seek permission. Some Jedi are more strict about such matters than others, so I believe we were fortunate." Master Fae seems to be a very reasonable and compassionate Grand Master. It was easy to see how she came into her exalted position. Already Obi-Wan felt a great deal of respect and gratitude toward her.

"I would certainly keep the nature of what you are to yourself as much as possible." This said as he glanced meaningfully at Jon. He wasn't going to come out and say it, but he was referring to that conversation they had some time back. "We are beings of light, and we can feel the dark nature of the entity you represent. It's unsettling to us at best. So if there is a way you can conceal it better, it would help prevent any distress or misunderstandings."

Master Fae. So that's apparently the person currently leading the Jedi. Having a name to refer to at least feels reassuring. Being asked to hide what he is is- It's less assuring, yet understandable, given how the Jedi Master has reacted before.

Jon simply nods, eyes cast down towards the floor before them as they walk, expression pensive. "Noted. However, I feel the best I can offer is to not mention it to anyone. Control is... It's not something I have over most of it. I can control myself, my actions and the words I speak. What I can't control is what I feel or where my thoughts go. What my... I assume instincts try to nudge me towards. Christ, I even tried meditating but the best it did me was to make me realize that I really needed to reorganize the filing shelf I was staring at for what felt like hours."

“I see, well I suppose that will have to do,” Obi-Wan says, their voices softly echoing through the grand halls. “Do let me know if anyone gets too nosey though. I don’t want you to feel bothered either.”

The comment about meditation though amuses him quite a bit. “Well if you want to learn how to properly meditate there is no better place. Assuming that it would actually be helpful to you.” After all his healing skills didn’t work on Jon, did that entity prevent him from calming his mind as well?

"Thank you." Jon says with a little nod and a smile, then lets his gaze wander through the hallway they are currently crossing again.

As for the meditation part... That sounds like a thing worth giving a shot. "I wouldn't mind some actual instructions, actually. At the very least I can try and see what good it does for me."

“Very well, I would be happy to help. But I believe this is actually the place you were looking for.”

It’s then that they came to a large entryway that led into what looked to be a vast library. The Jedi stopping and motioning for Jon to go in ahead of him.

“This is the Jedi Temple Archives. You won’t find a place anywhere in the galaxy with more knowledge. The records here are extensive and meticulously organized.”

The next thanks Jon offers is a silent one. More of an appreciative smile when they actually reach their destination. The smile shifts into an expression of awe as the man steps forward and looks up and around. He has been in large libraries. London has quite a few and the Institute itself has a quite extensive one. And yet neither of them so obviously carry the knowledge of an entire galaxy.

"...Jesus Christ!" Jon mutters, but eventually catches himself to turn back to face Obi-Wan once again.

"And I-- We have permission to-" He gestures somewhat helplessly with one hand. "We are allowed to use this?" Yes, he has to ask. Even ask, as is obvious in that faint little trickle the Jedi may sense again at the back of his head. Though it's rather caused by the Archivist feeling at least a little overwhelmed by what he finds himself facing. Excitement can do that.

“Yes, and please do. If there are any answers to be found, I suspect they would be here.”

Jon’s appreciation for the archives was appreciated as well. A part of him hoped that the others from Agra 10 would come to learn more about his people and the galaxy as a whole. Perhaps then they might have a better understanding of them. And since many of those from his galaxy in their group were Jedi, perhaps it was part of the answer the Agrii were seeking.

“Anything restricted won’t be available for you to access anyway, so there’s no need to worry about stumbling across something you shouldn’t.”

"Right. I shall- Just stay away from your most guarded secrets." Jon exclaims with a bit of a giddy grin as he peers up the closest shelves. "But I feel like everything is already going to keep me rather busy."

He looks back down to nod towards Obi-Wan. "Thank you. You and your order."

“That I have no doubt. I’ve spent a great deal of time here myself. If you need anything, simply ask one of the Jedi here. They will direct you.”

At the thanks Obi-Wan dipped his head and smiled. “Of course. Enjoy yourself, Jon”

With that the Jedi goes on his way.

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