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ten_fwd2015-09-12 11:59 pm
beforethedarktimes) wrote in ten_fwd2015-09-12 11:59 pm
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One. (OTA - Ten Forward)
Another world, another wretched hive of scum and villainy. He was under no illusions that about his contact's reputation, but he was hoping that for once the meeting wouldn't be in a place that left him feeling in desperate need of a shower. Or perhaps some place that his robes didn't draw quite as much ire. He could feel the eyes of half the cantina's patrons boring into him as he made his way towards the back; specifically to a waiting door guarded by a pike-wielding Weequay. As he approaches, the guard nods in acknowledgement, stepping aside. The door opens with a pneumatic hiss and Obi-Wan steps into--
A much nicer cantina. Gone are the greenish-brown walls stained with substances Obi-Wan isn't particularly inclined to try to identify. In their place is a sleek, tastefully lit bar colored in soft grays and blues.
Two things stand out head-and-shoulders over the changed interior and suddenly uniformed clientele. The first are the wide, sweeping windows on the far side of the room, showing off an endless starscape. The second was the quiet. Not from the room itself, the bar was full of the soft chatter you might expect, but from ... from everything. It was a strange, muted feeling that settled over him as though the ambient noise around him had died out, no matter what his ears were hearing. It took him a moment to figure out what it was, but when he the realization hit him, it sent a small shudder down his spine. The Force was quiet. Distant.
The sudden, jarring change made him take a step back, and instead of moving back into the grungy bar he'd came from, he stepped out into a well-lit corridor. Somehow, he'd gone from a Sriluurian cantina to a starship.
The obvious questions of 'why' and 'how' came to the fore of his mind, but no obvious answers. No disorientation beyond the initial rush either. That probably said a great deal about his life of late.
While there was a reaction in the room, brief glances of confusion at his robes, it seemed like most of the patrons were content to resume their conversations. Strangers must not be all that unusual. Hopefully his questions won't be all that strange either.
"Excuse me," He began, putting on a pleasant smile as he approached a group of strangers. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am. I seem to be a bit lost."
A much nicer cantina. Gone are the greenish-brown walls stained with substances Obi-Wan isn't particularly inclined to try to identify. In their place is a sleek, tastefully lit bar colored in soft grays and blues.
Two things stand out head-and-shoulders over the changed interior and suddenly uniformed clientele. The first are the wide, sweeping windows on the far side of the room, showing off an endless starscape. The second was the quiet. Not from the room itself, the bar was full of the soft chatter you might expect, but from ... from everything. It was a strange, muted feeling that settled over him as though the ambient noise around him had died out, no matter what his ears were hearing. It took him a moment to figure out what it was, but when he the realization hit him, it sent a small shudder down his spine. The Force was quiet. Distant.
The sudden, jarring change made him take a step back, and instead of moving back into the grungy bar he'd came from, he stepped out into a well-lit corridor. Somehow, he'd gone from a Sriluurian cantina to a starship.
The obvious questions of 'why' and 'how' came to the fore of his mind, but no obvious answers. No disorientation beyond the initial rush either. That probably said a great deal about his life of late.
While there was a reaction in the room, brief glances of confusion at his robes, it seemed like most of the patrons were content to resume their conversations. Strangers must not be all that unusual. Hopefully his questions won't be all that strange either.
"Excuse me," He began, putting on a pleasant smile as he approached a group of strangers. "Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if anyone could tell me where I am. I seem to be a bit lost."