Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Loras Tyrell What: Obi moves in. When: Monday Afternoon Where: Loras's House Rating: TBD. PG-13? Status: In Progress
If there existed a list numbering the things Obi-Wan had brought with him from Mrs. Higgins's place, it would have looked something like this:
• Clothing: Several almost identical grayish t-shirts and one pair of jeans; some workout-type pants. Jedi robes. • Books: Several by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, including old paperback editions of Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov so worn that the covers are almost entirely torn off. An almost equally worn, but no so old copy of Kafka's Metamorphosis. Also, a recent library check-out on the Cheyenne. • Music: Several Bob Dylan albums. One hidden Gordon Lightfoot's Greatest Hits. A small, portable stereo. A Discman. • Lightsaber: Still broken • Cigarettes: Marlboro brand. A few cartons.
It wouldn't have been a list of all the things he wanted to own or needed to get by. These were simply the things that he had. Some went back to school days, some of them had survived a few years in and out of shelters; it had all depended on what was easy to carry. All of the larger items had been more recently acquired one way or another.
"This is everything I have in the world," he said, crossing the threshold. "Present company not withstanding, of course." It was all packed away in one of two bags: a backpack or a crossbody messenger bag. He cerainly had no actual luggage.