Rain

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Who: The Jedi Exile (Meetra) and OPEN
Where: Around the Pisces district, mostly
Summary: A Jedi wanders rather suspiciously around this strange planet
Warnings: Shouldn't be any
The strange officials who'd briefed her on where she'd ended up - without being able to tell her how she got here, or what happened to T3 or the Ebon Hawk - had also said she had accommodations somewhere in the "Pisces District". It would almost have reminded her of Telos, but it was sadly lacking in sarcastic running commentary or jailtime.

Rather than head immediately to her assigned apartment or use the holocommunicator they'd given her, Meetra decided to take a wandering path through the city. Late at night, it seemed like most shops were closed, but there were still a few citizens about - and more importantly, she had been told there were other "visitors" here, who'd arrived just as abruptly and cluelessly as herself. It would be nice to meet a few face to face and gauge the situation first...

Thus, clad in the brown robes she'd arrived in - hood up against the scattered rain and keeping her quite dry - Meetra wandered the nighttime crowds, occasionally politely asking a local politely for their take on the situation. Some hurried past - expected in a city - others exposited enthusiastically about her as a guest, a few asked her if she was a sorcerer or priest or something. Clearly no Jedi or Sith tradition on this planet, or so she assumed - the robes were normally a dead giveaway.

At the same time, she kept her senses open to the strange feeling in this city...as desperate and noisy as Nar Shadaa, thick with what felt almost, but not quite exactly, like the Force she'd grown used to again. Maybe the difference had something to do with that man who'd appeared to her. Well, she'd just have to see some time when groundcars weren't splashing sheets of rain at her.

Comments

[kagami_arrow]

These are not the robes you're looking for, but someone wearing very robe-like clothing is sitting on one of the benches, looking vaguely like she's meditating.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Evening," the Exile said to the robed figure with a nod, just in case he or she wasn't meditating. If she was, obviously the polite thing to do would be to move on...

[kagami_arrow]

[She wasn't. Or rather she was and is unbothered by that. She is chill at the moment... in more ways than one.]

"Good evening to you as well."

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"So is this much rain normal here, or did I just come in on a wet day," Meetra asked. Talking about the weather is a dull formality when you live in one ecosphere all your life, but for an interplanetary traveler it can be vitally important.

[kagami_arrow]

"It's just the weather." And what a good thing that was. She wasn't sure she could take nonstop rain, but formality was just a thing she was accustomed to.

"I take it you haven't been in town for very long, then?"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Just arrived today. Had a strange dream, a short briefing, and decided to take the scenic route to the apartments," she explained, vaguely waving a freshly 'printed' Extraterritorial Guest pass. "I'm still trying to figure out what's going on, mostly."

[kagami_arrow]

"I think we all are, to some extent. The world at large is destroyed, leaving only this city behind with not a hint as to why... It is very strange," she half-thought aloud, closing her eyes again.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"That was the first thing I asked the locals, but they don't know either," Meetra said, folding her arms to continue keeping the weather off of them. "It's strange. There's only a few things that can wipe out a planet's surface like that, and they're all pretty noticeable."

[kagami_arrow]

"I was never aware of any", she said frankly, "at least not all at once."

It's always the little things, isn't it?

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"I...get the impression the technology level is a little different here," she said, not really wanting to go down this conversation path.