InsaneJournal

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and OTA.
Where: The Woods of Here.
When: Dawn.
What: Meditation.

[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]


A man sat calmly in the woods of this strange pocket dimension - or wherever Here existed - his legs crossed, the backs of his hands resting on his thighs, palms up, eyes closed. His brown robes were draped over a nearby stump and he sat, in white sweat pants and T-shirt - the clothing he arrived in at the cleaners - losing himself in the trees around him, sensing the Force through the soil, the grass, the leaves that still clung to their branches.

A person might think it odd to be sitting in the woods in white pants - unless they moved closer and realized he was hovering about six inches above the ground.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight without a Master, without a Padawan, without peace to negotiate or anyone to guard or struggles to be settled, let his head drop forward as he concentrated his energy on learning everything he could about how this place worked.

and how he might be able to return everyone to their rightful homes.