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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.

Peyton had everything ready for her guests and she was just giving the finishing touches to her room before everyone arrived. "They'll be here in a few minutes" she thought.


(OOC: You can start answering this post but I'll be quite slow in answering back as I've got an exam tomorrow and won't be home before Friday)

Cordelia wandered into the Boutique. She was loving all the free clothes and she had to go in and have another peek around to see if she'd spot anything that caught her eye.

Cordelia sat on a lounger by the indoor pool. She was wearing a blue bikini she had picked up from the Boutique. She was enjoying an iced mocha latte and considering going for a swim. She had so much free time on her hands these days it was hard to keep herself occupied.

Bobby is sitting on the roof,eating a popcicle and looking for victims people down below to throw snowballs at. They won't be expecting that on a day as hot as today....

Cordelia walked into the boutique. Free clothes, she could totally get used to this.

She looked around a few racks. Then she got a sudden splitting headache. She placed his palm on her forehead and fell to the floor in pain.

A series of images flashed before her eyes.

She was fighting a guy in green armour and helmet, with lightsabers. Then there was a giant ship, flashes of lightsabers. Then a kid of about 15 telling a very very bad joke, then the kid was older, and a dark light was overtaking him. She heard a voice say 'I name you the Sword of the Jedi. You are like tempered steel, purposeful and razor-keen. Always you shall be in the front rank, a burning brand to your enemies, a brilliant fire to your friends. Yours is a restless life and never shall you know peace, though you shall be blessed for the peace that you bring to others.'

Then there was a series of explosions and she saw the same guy with a red lightsaber.

She opened her eyes, her head pounding.

'What the hell was that?' she thought to herself.

Cordeila sat at her desk in Angel Investigations. It had been a few days since everything had happened with Doyle.

Angel had found a cube, 13 pieces and had given it to her. He had said it was important but she had a feeling he was just trying to keep her mind off what had happened. She didn't mind. She welcomed the distraction.

She had been working on it since he had given it to her but was finding it frustrating. Eventually she had slotted the last piece into place. It had only taken her a few hours.

She saw a blinding light and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was in a lobby.

"Oh you have got to be frikkin kidding me," she said.