these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

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[beardstrokes]

[ He's at the observation deck, watching the stars quietly. Then he sits down, folding his legs, in a meditative position, the stars behind him.

And then he floats. ]

[scrubscrub]

[Koala wanders over, because the observation deck was actually the last thing she realized existed. She's in the middle of approaching with her bucket and mop when she notices that Mr. Obi-wan is... defying the laws of gravity. She at the very least — despite the way she is — sees that Obi-wan is perhaps the kindest of the people she's met so far. Or at least not as prone to being upset, or visibly so. Or, you know, isn't telling her that chores means protections in a gang. Whatever.

At any rate, she's stopped behind him with a sort of awe in her face. She's not smiling, because Obi-wan isn't looking in her general direction (it turns on at the first site of eyes looking back, let's face it).]

Oh... Like the kettle!

[beardstrokes]

Hm?

[ He sensed her come in, but his concentration wavers anyway. He trembles in the air before setting himself down and opening his eyes. ]

Ah, yes. Like the kettle. It is known as the Force.

[scrubscrub]

The... Force...? [Clearly not something she knows in her world. Though there's something like it, if you ask the pirates out there who can actually use it.] Is it magic? Or like — a Devil's Fruit? Sometimes they sell Devil Fruit users for a lot of money in the markets...

[beardstrokes]

Magic isn't quite the word I'd use.

[ His feet touch the floor, and he doesn't look out of place at all, as if he hadn't been floating moments earlier. ]

Let's just say it is something I serve and serves me in return.

[scrubscrub]

[Oh. Well, she knows what it means to serve something.]

But it's not a person! How do you serve it?

[beardstrokes]

It is a Force of life and light. It surrounds us. When it needs me, I let it guide my actions. So that I too, can guide others towards the Light.

[ It's not the best explanation but it'll have to do. ]

[scrubscrub]

It sounds very incredible to achieve...

You must be from a really noble background to achieve something that amazing!

[beardstrokes]

No, nothing of that sort. In fact, I don't even know what background I came from.

[ Not that it matters to him. The Jedi are his family. ]

It's simply a matter of having the right abilities and skill.

[fishwife]

[Undyne isn't new to weird magic, but it's been a while since she saw someone so ... serene. And weird.

She watches him for a moment with a plate of mac n cheese in her hands. And then, awkwardly:]

I didn't know humans could fly?

[beardstrokes]

[ He sighs, setting himself down slowly. Then he stands up, brushing some dust off his pants. ]

They can't. And technically, I was not flying. More . . . hovering, so to speak.

[fishwife]

Humans can't hover, either! Unless Frisk has been hiding things from me. Which... I guess they could. But whatever.

[She holds out the plate.]

This is for you. It's not gourmet or anything, but at least it didn't catch on fire. [Like the last two attempts.]

I don't think we've met. My name is Undyne! I'm a knight... and a cook.

[beardstrokes]

[ He takes it gratefully. ]

Thank you. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. What do you mean by knight, exactly?

[ His mind flashes to the Jedi Order, but obviously, that can't be right. ]

[fishwife]

[Oh, good, he's not the kind to flinch and scream when she comes close or mentions her military background. She tosses her hair back and grins broadly, her mouth full of shark-sharp teeth.]

Nice to meet you, Obi-Wan. [She places her hands on her hips.] I'm captain of the Royal Guard back on Earth! My armor didn't make it with me, but I'm still armed. [A sly wink. Though she only has one eye so it's... hard to tell.]

[beardstrokes]

[ Her appearance and background, while new, is nothing for Obi-Wan to react to. The perks of being a Jedi with a well-traveled background. ]

Oh, I believe you're perfectly armed at all times. Royal Guard? That's quite impressive.

[fishwife]

[To be fair, she suplexes boulders for fun.]

Someone has to keep the King safe. He's far too nice for his own good. [The remark ought to be scathing, but she says it with the fondness of a family member.]

So, about the hovering. Is it magic?

[beardstrokes]

Not the kind you would call magic. It is a force that I utilize from time to time.

[ Magic makes it seem cheap, like it's something you can simply learn and reap its rewards. ]

But it's not something I would say I control fully. Rather, we work in tandem.

sometime after they've left arslae behind

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka isn't masking her presence on the Huntress-- but she is making her way straight to Obi-Wan's rooms. Sure enough, there's soon a familiar face in the frame of Obi-Wan's door.]

Are you busy right now?

[She could've commed to find out, but ... shrug.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He briefly wishes he could check himself in the mirror before she came. Vanity, his master would say, but he would rather look the part of a Jedi when one is being called for. Nevertheless, he stands up, the robe swishing as he walks over. ]

Not at all. Come in, Ahsoka.

[resnipstance]

I wanted to pick your brain about something.

[Except then you are getting a surprise hug. It's-- a bit strange, really. She and Padmé hug all the time. But with the other Jedi in her life? ... Not so much. Even after seeing Anakin again after the whole kidnapping affair, they didn't hug. So... this is new.

But it's not bad. It's... nice. A bit awkward. But nice.]

[beardstrokes]

[ He inhales sharply. The last person to do this was . . . Satine. Powerful, brave, proud Satine who rushed into his arms like he could fix anything. Fix everything. He had to push her away, gently, because the timing was not right.

He puts his arms on her shoulders and . . . doesn't. Just this once, he tells himself. ]

Of course. . . Whatever you need.

[resnipstance]

[She stays like that for a moment, just enjoying the hug, before breaking away to look up at Obi-Wan.]

I've been wondering... why don't we do that more often?

It feels like the only time Jedi are allowed to hug is when someone's narrowly escaped dying. ... But there's no actual rule against it.

[beardstrokes]

No, there isn't.

[ He pats her lightly before letting go. ]

But Jedi are more than our sensations to this reality.

We are luminous beings, Ahsoka. We are connected to the universe in a way no one else is. Even when we are parted or . . . gone, we are always touched by each other. It is not something we discourage, the touch, but we try to remember that touch is not the bond we have.

It is the Force.

[resnipstance]

Well, then it's a good thing I'm not a Jedi anymore.

Unlike you, I can now demand all the hugs I want. So there.

[beardstrokes]

[ He huffs lightly. He would say it takes more than leaving to stop being a Jedi, but that's a realization she'll come to on her own. ]

I certainly won't stop you, though I don't know how often I'll agree to them.

[ It says a lot about his time lately that he received it so well. ]