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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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[Don't really have the room to judge here, Obi-buddy.]

...Well. Seems like I'm not the only one. Might as well fulfill it in every other way, huh?

[ Judging is what he does best. ]

If you truly believe it works, I won't say otherwise.

...[His eyes narrow slightly. Don't you do that whole thing to him.]

So, how's it working for you without either then? No physical intimacy. No emotional intimacy. That's gotta be pretty damn lonely.

[ Flippantly, but with a faint smile. ]

Oh, it's not easy. But I am a Jedi. It's the path I chose.

Is it what you've chosen though?

You don't ever think to maybe fuck the rules and have both?

[And he shrugs.] Yeah, actually. I've seen what happens to other men that do what I do. Family life just...doesn't seem to work.

That's not for me. And people who try to do both, tend to be divided. Confused.

[ Besides, his track record on his love life is terrible. ]

There are other ways to have a family.

...Fair enough. [He can't argue that. It's a point he can actually see and agree with.]

Hmm?

I have a family. I have emotional connections. The Jedi don't claim to stop those, just to know where our priorities must be.

I'm having a hard time seeing why you can't have sex then. Unless you're scared once you pull it out of your pants you'll have a hard time putting it back in.

And then you wonder why you don't have a line at your door, with charming dialogue like that.

[ Why was he even talking about this? ]

I never said I can't. I don't encourage it.

[ And his not girlfriend died in his arms recently. A good enough reason, but not one to speak in public. ]

[IDK how they got here man, but FDR is totally willing to take the blame. This is definitely a point in his favor.]

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Old-fashioned type. So then, do you date or is that frowned on too?

Jedi don't date.

[ He pauses, and amends that. ]

Though there are exceptions to it now, I doubt I'll ever be one.

That's just so sad. I'd offer you a drink, but you took it from me. [And he gives him a pointed smile before rapping his knuckles on the bar top. It's probably time to call it a night anyway.

Not that he hasn't loved the hell out of talking sex with a Jedi.]

But you never know, man. Sometimes things just...hit you. [He had been on the edge of falling for Lauren before he wound up here. So...he's go a little experience in unexpected feelings.]

[ He sighs, refilling the glass. If his tone is a little curt, it's because thinking of all the people who he has loved and died (and will die, what a fun time to be Obi-Wan) ]

No. I'm quite done falling.

[Oh. More booze. Alright. He'll stay for a little while longer.] ...You okay?

[Consider this the first genuine concern from FDR. Because it doesn't take a CIA agent trained in reading people to know there's some hurt in those words. And...well, he gets that.]

[ He smiles, threadbare. ]

A little tired, that's all.

...Not exactly what I was talking about. Wanna-wanna talk about it?

There isn't much to say. Someone I cared about died recently.

[ He refuses to say murdered. And adding any other details was too much, even now. ]

[He sighs softly. He'd say he was sorry, but that doesn't ever make anyone feel better. It doesn't really help at all in his experience.]

I'll look the other way if you need to steal a swig.

I think I'll pass.

[ As tempting as it might be. ]

[He shrugs.] So you don't drink to it, and you don't talk about it. Just what is your coping mechanism?

It's called the Force. Jedi aren't meant to hold onto their regrets. We let it go into the Force.

Oh yeah? Doesn't really sound like you've let it go, pal. [Just an observation.]

[ He feels a brief frisson of anger. Satine's death had been horrific, a product of the Dark trying to sink itself into Obi-Wan. He couldn't mourn her. He couldn't bury her. He had to run from the maelstrom that was Mandalore, while her city, her legacy burned. ]

I will.

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