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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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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.

[He shrugs.] Well. You're no Superman, but you are definitely up there. I mean, I'm not a huge sci-fi fan, but- I mean. Lightsabers and the Force and Darth Vader. Classics, man. And you don't say 'no' to a classic.

[And he's not really looking for advice-though he still is very interested in hearing a Jedi's pick up lines, unless it's something as easy as 'you will go out with me', he's tried it, it doesn't work- but he still can't help but be a little psyched that he's getting some from the man himself.]

Words. Words get you in trouble.

I'm not sure what that entails, being a classic. I doubt I was ever that memorable.

[ His brow furrows at the "Darth Vader", but he leaves it be. ]

That depends on the kind of words you're using, not on the language itself. Lines about stars and galaxies . . . well, in space, they're not going to seem like much.

You know, for a man who's supposed to be full of...advice, you're kinda hard on yourself, aren't you? Or of you just trying this whole humble bit?

[And he shrugs.] C'mon, give me an example. You're picking me up, what do you say to me?

[ Glibly, with a hint of a smile. ] You're not my type.

But if I were persuaded to do so . . .

[ With surprising gentleness, he slips his hand under FDR's to raise it up, much like picking up a lady's dainty hand or a glass slipper. Obi-Wan doesn't deign to kiss it, though he lowers his eyes to meet FDR's gaze. With his low, cultured voice, he speaks. ]

I would say you look beautiful this evening.

[ From anyone else, it sounds cheesy. Obi-Wan, however, makes it sound genuine. ]

[His lips twitch with controlled amusement as Obi grabs his hand, and not just because Obi is grabbing his hand, as much as it is a move he uses himself. Except he does indeed kiss it. They use the same move and that is just soooo cool.

That's definitely not the kind of pick-up line he uses though, but he can't even criticize because Obi makes it sound...good. Talk about it all being in the delivery.]

Consider myself schooled.

[ He drops the hand carefully, all business again. It's impressive how he can switch between the two. ]

Technique tends to go a long way.

That it does. [And since Obi took away his booze, he's just going to spin around his empty shot glass on the bar.] So, Obi-Wan the Casanova. That's so cool.

To some, I suppose. I would not call it a well known fact.

[ It's not a large part of his reputation. Anakin tends to flaunt it more than Obi-Wan does. ]

Well, if it was, I'm sure you'd have a lot more people to mentor.

[And he continues to spin his empty shot glass between nimble fingers.]

You as good at the after-talking part of the deal?

Perish the thought. I tend to teach more important things at hand.

[ Though he laments his teaching skills of late. ]

It depends. As a Jedi, I have little time to follow it up. When I can or when the time is right . . . [ He shrugs loosely. ] I don't think I need to spell it out.

Yeah, fair enough. [Not that he doesn't seem a little disappointed. But who can argue mentoring you know, heroes?

Obi. Why do you even indulge this topic of conversation? It's amazing really.] There it is. I knew there was cocky bastard in there somewhere. Do you use the force? Can you use the force? Like some invisible kinky hand?

[ If Obi-Wan was any less trained, he would have gaped. Thankfully, he doesn't, though his brow furrows. ]

That depends. How much does it take to get you off?

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