Who: Micha and OTA Where: MaryAnnes Vittles What: Food When: Afternoon of 6 January 2013 Rating: TBD Open: Yes Status: Ongoing
It had taken three days of exploration and meditation, but Micha was finally ready to give in: there was no way to contact Coruscant and the Jedi Council. Until whatever power that brought her here decided to send her home or she found a way to reverse the process, she wasn't going anywhere. She thought it likely that it was the will of the Force she was here, but she wasn't entirely certain. Her meditations on the subject were frustratingly ambiguous and didn't appear to be clearing up anytime soon. In the meantime she was still a Jedi and still had a job to do wherever she was.
But a growl from her stomach reminded her she needed food, soon. Even Jedi had to eat, and her emergency nutrient capsules were about used up. The scent of cooking food wafting in the breeze led her to a diner not unlike some of the eateries in the working class sections of Coruscant. It reminded her of happy girlhood memories of field trips as a youngling and occasional dinners out as a Padawan with Master Yoda as a reward for special achievements. Hopefully the food would taste as good as it smelled, which wasn't always the case.
It would be good to present a positive image of the Jedi to whatever beings were in the diner, so Micha took a moment to straighten her tunic and robe before proceeding. With a bit of luck the other diners and the waitstaff would be as friendly as the other beings she'd encountered on this strange world so far.