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Who: FDR and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: A bar somewhere
When: Now

[He’s dressed in a sleek suit, folded collar, black tie, slicked back hair, the whole fancy ensemble. It’s new and it makes him feel somewhat normal again. Hence, the very late, but first public introduction.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands clasped together between his knees.]

Hey there, other...captives. TV stars. Whatever we’re being called. And I guess. Anyone else watching. My name is FDR. Yeah, it’s letters. And yeah, like the president. No, I’m not a president, but you know, I don’t mind pretending if anyone wants to be my Marilyn. [And he grins cheekily.] But, really, being named after the guy who came up with that whole “The only thing to fear is fear itself” crap isn’t bad. I mean, a lot of people buy that. It’s not true, by the way. There’s a shitload of stuff to be scared of. Like WMDs. ...My boss. ...Being on an alien’s version of The Real World.

[And he shakes his head, still a little disgusted at the prospect of reality TV. Those were dark days.]

So, back home I was the cruise ship captain of a [smirk] very large vessel. And you know, being in the business of pleasure cruises, I have to say, this one seriously lacks. I mean, people can’t be watching us just to see us busting our asses earning some money, so where’s all the drama, violence, and sex happening? That’s how MTV got their ratings. Or murder...has that happened at all? I mean, not on MTV-I don’t think- on the ships...obviously.[So smooth.]

And I’ve seen some people talking about people they know up and disappearing, anyone know for sure what happens to them? Not enough popularity? Do they get demoted to the alien version of Fear Factor? Star in their own snuff films?

[And he looks like he’s done with his questions for now, he even leans forward to shut off the video, but then pauses, a small smirk gracing his features.]

Oh. And just out of pure curiosity, has anyone tried racing the shuttles?

Action: A bar. Any bar.

[Bars aren’t his favorite scene, there’s just not enough energy. It’s a bunch of depressed and tired people sitting at tables and on barstools nursing their emotions and their booze. He usually prefers clubs, there’s an energy to be found in the loud music and lights and swaying bodies. But this feels more appropriate after working all day at a job he really doesn’t like. He’s not interested in the game so much as he’s interested in the end result right now. And that’s to get drunk.

He’s sitting at the bar, a couple of empty shot glasses in front of him, and the latest in his fingers. The only thing that’s giving him a reason to pause is the woman that moves over next to him to order a drink.]

You. [And he points the pinky finger of his shot-holding hand at her, smiles when the single word catches her attention.] Are shining like a bright light.

[She rolls her eyes and moves away from him and he chuckles lightly at his failure.] Well, guess it’s more of a club line than a bar line.

[And he slams back his shot before setting the glass back on the bar with a clank.] Top it off.

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[ In the driest of tones. ] Yes way.

Would you like some ice with that?

Wait-wait-wait. Like. The Obi-wan? Like 'Help me, Obi-wan Kenobi you're my only hope' Obi-wan Kenobi?

[There's that moment when a word is said too quickly in rapid succession that starts to make that name sound like gibberish to his hears, but it doesn't even matter.]

You're like a rock star! What are you doing serving drinks?

[ He raises an eyebrow at FDR. You're my only hope? Who has he been talking to, Bail Organa? He sighs lightly. Something tells him he won't be getting out of this bizarre conversation. ]

I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, though I hesitate to call myself anyone's hope. As for serving drinks, it pays well and I get a steady influx of rumours and information. A Jedi's lifeline, considering none of us know where we are in the universe.

"What? Of course you are. Princess Leia and-" And maybe this Obi-Wan looks a little more Phantom of the Menace rather than New Hope. "...Nevermind."

"So get any good gossip doing this job?"

Some. Nothing particularly relevant to our situations, though.

[ He eyes him critically. He clearly knows something. Much like Kurt did. He hopes it's not another case of hero worship. ]

Do you ever hear people mentioning anything about this reality show? Like. Anyone ever talked about watching it?

[Yeah, he knows that look, but that's breaking the forth wall, man. And that's just rude manners. And despite...most of his attitude tonight, he does have some manners.]

No. As far as I can tell, they watch the usual holovids that are passed around. Nothing about our reality show.

Mm. [It's a grunted response before he throws back his shot and sets it back on the bar with slightly glassy eyes.

He didn't come here to dig for information about their situation, but damn if he can't just turn off the switch that is always looking for answers.]

Do you believe it? [It's definitely not a bad thing to have freaking Obi-Wan's opinion on something. ...Other than his pick-up lines.]

[ He cleans the bar carefully as he considers his response. Obi-Wan's never been one to reply impulsively. ]

I think there's more to this than the explanations we do have but I also have no reason to doubt it. In time, the Force will show us the truth.

[ Hopefully it won't take too long. ]

Is that how the force works? Like a neon yellow flashing sign saying 'truth'?

[Still. There's actually...actually he's fine with the idea that this is really a reality show like they claim. He's used to having someone in his eye and someone in his ear.]

[ He frowns. ]

No. But it does lend itself to such things.

[Oh, don't get so offended, Obi.]

Yeah? Well that's handy. How long have you been here?

A little more than a month, I believe, following the calendar they use here.

And I'm guessing that's not all that long by the general standards here. [And his fingers tap the glass in his fingers before he gestures for another one. Might as well, right. He's still far too thoughtful.]

I guess I'm gonna lose that competition. [A soft mutter that's really meant for himself.]

Competition?

[ What kind of competition would be on anyone's mind when they have been kidnapped? ]

Oh. Yeah. Just-just this...gentleman's agreement. [And he frowns slightly at the memory.]

But! Can't really win when you're not there to compete, right? [He's not pulling cheerful off very well right now, but he gave a C+ effort.]

...Dude shot me with a tranq dart.

[ Obi-Wan can read between the lines. ]

You are clearly setting the standard for romance everywhere, I'm sure.

Hey hey. [Don't judge Obi, it's rude.]

That one I did right-you know what, why don't you just leave the bottle here, huh?

By all means.

[ Smoothly, leaves it on the counter. ] Enjoy your company.

[ An alien woman slides up to the bar and Obi-Wan excuses himself to take her order. Whatever he says, is muted and discreet but it brings out a smile in her and a grin from him. ]

[Wow. He's getting schooled by a Jedi. He's not sure if he should be offended or just really childishly excited.

He'll settle on something in the middle and follow it up with another shot.]

Okay. Okay. That's just not fair. Get your Jedi butt back over here.

[ He quirks an eyebrow before flashing another smile at the woman before returning. ]

That was incredibly rude.

[He holds up a hand in quiet apology.]

Yeah. Yeah. You're right. [And he leans back in his stool to wave at the girl.] Sorry for stealing him! I'll return him in good shape though. [And he winks at her before turning his attention back to Obi with an arched brow.]

That better?

Marginally. Though I wonder what kind of shape you plan to put me in.

[ He puts away the bottle he had left on the counter earlier. ]

[Hey. Hey. He wasn't done with that yet. Jeez. And his expression shows just as much for a second before it slips away and he grins wolfishly at the man.]

You're freaking Obi-wan, I'll put you in whatever shape you wanna be in. [A pause before he gives a one sided shrug.] I'm better with actions than words.

I was not aware I possessed that much notoriety.

[ This was . . . different. He's fairly accustomed to be recognized, but this seems oddly . . . familiar. Much like Katie and Kurt. Though he's not keen on following up this line of questioning. ]

Actions speak louder than words, if you wish to be pedantic, but words lay down the foundation.

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