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starlogs2017-03-12 01:04 pm
jedimindtrick) wrote in starlogs2017-03-12 01:04 pm
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Nomad [open]
WHO: Ben Kenobi & YOU!
WHERE: Districts of Bajikan
WHEN: Following arrival and throughout the fleet's stay.
WHAT: Ben Kenobi explores the districts while attempt to cope with this unwelcome change in his hermetic lifestyle.
WARNINGS: Potentially sensitive topics may come up in the narrative. Opt-in permissions and information about content warnings and Force powers can be found here.
[ Arrival had been exhausting. Terrifying, at times, particularly for a man who had spent already too long living alone with his thoughts. Ben Kenobi hadn't expected this, hadn't planned to face anything for— for a long time, but there really appears to be no way to avoid it. And now he struggles to understand, to cope with the idea that there would be no returning to the desert, no dusty reunion with his sun-baked hovel, to a solitary life he had set forth before himself.
Perhaps it's for the best; he was bound to go crazy living in that desert all by himself.
There are tricks to avoiding the exhaustion, at least — old tricks that lack effectiveness, but work nonetheless. Foods and drinks provide a certain amount of energy, some better than others, and he lingers in that sweet spot there, halfway between exhausted worse, clinging to local remedies instead of drawing on the Force to sap away the heaviness from his entire being. He can't. No, he won't. The ability would never be elude him, but for now he would remain at arm's length with the Force.
As luck would have it, most of the districts are not lacking in amenities, goods, or services, nor do they display of dearth of people willing to give suggestions, some more practical than others.
It will do. For now, it will have to.]
OOC: Ben will be acting as a nomad, moving from district to district. There are starters in the comments, but if you want or need something written custom, feel free to start a scene or PM me at this journal for some plotting. We can totally work something out!
WHERE: Districts of Bajikan
WHEN: Following arrival and throughout the fleet's stay.
WHAT: Ben Kenobi explores the districts while attempt to cope with this unwelcome change in his hermetic lifestyle.
WARNINGS: Potentially sensitive topics may come up in the narrative. Opt-in permissions and information about content warnings and Force powers can be found here.
[ Arrival had been exhausting. Terrifying, at times, particularly for a man who had spent already too long living alone with his thoughts. Ben Kenobi hadn't expected this, hadn't planned to face anything for— for a long time, but there really appears to be no way to avoid it. And now he struggles to understand, to cope with the idea that there would be no returning to the desert, no dusty reunion with his sun-baked hovel, to a solitary life he had set forth before himself.
Perhaps it's for the best; he was bound to go crazy living in that desert all by himself.
There are tricks to avoiding the exhaustion, at least — old tricks that lack effectiveness, but work nonetheless. Foods and drinks provide a certain amount of energy, some better than others, and he lingers in that sweet spot there, halfway between exhausted worse, clinging to local remedies instead of drawing on the Force to sap away the heaviness from his entire being. He can't. No, he won't. The ability would never be elude him, but for now he would remain at arm's length with the Force.
As luck would have it, most of the districts are not lacking in amenities, goods, or services, nor do they display of dearth of people willing to give suggestions, some more practical than others.
It will do. For now, it will have to.]
OOC: Ben will be acting as a nomad, moving from district to district. There are starters in the comments, but if you want or need something written custom, feel free to start a scene or PM me at this journal for some plotting. We can totally work something out!
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[ This isn't him throwing Anakin under the bus, mind you, but giving the only real excuse he has. Had it been up to him, he would have avoided Skywalker altogether.
He shifts, not quite uncomfortable, but definitely feeling the scrutiny. Funny, he remembers being a much better actor than he's currently feeling. But, then again, it isn't nearly as simple to hide what he feels when it comes to those closest to him. ]
I interrupted it. It wasn't my intention, of course.
[ Bare, minimal facts. He's not sparing much more at this point. ]
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Yet, is that all?
Padmé would have said that Obi-Wan fit his name of The Negotiator. He was calm and steady, someone that she had grown to admire over the years. Looking at him now, she knows that there is something else there, but what else that might be isn't clear.]
He got angry at you for interrupting? Who or what was he arguing about?
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[ Which, let's be real, has always been a bit of a problem. It's one of those things that they'd never fully reconciled, where Skywalker would hope for a little prying — just a little sign to show some concern — and Kenobi would neglect to do so for some inane reason (or even no reason at all). In retrospect, and knowing what he does now, it doesn't feel like a particularly healthy way to go about things. ]
—only because I understand how these districts are meant to work: Any emotions drawn to the surface are certain to be exacerbated.
[ And then, a very slight downturn of the corners of his mouth. ]
It was most certainly my fault things went the way they did. An unfortunate turn of events...
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Ira district... [Her gaze shifts offward although does inward, mind working that over. She has only been within the one, and even now, the frenzy of want that had overtaken her seems muted, gone, a thing of the past. She could not even explain, as she should have thought many other things in meeting her husband here. Even now, it is fuzzy and jumbled, her mind still not quite turning as it once might have.]
Ire.
[Anger?
It is something that is asked more rhetorically said than asking it of him. It would make sense, in an odd way, given the last district she was in. But she shakes her head, hand squeezing his arm again.]
I do not think you should shoulder the blame, Obi-Wan.