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[mediations]

Action: 952 Beulah Street

[ Interestingly enough, a package is waiting for Obi-Wan when he arrives home, resting casually on the doorstep. He moves to pick it up with a puzzled look, simply staring for a long moment. What could this be about?

He steps inside, carefully pulling at the box. There is almost a hushed feeling about the air as he does so, an intense anticipation.

Nothing. The box is empty.

Appearances are deceiving. ]

Phone; Later

The will of the Force truly is a fascinating thing.

Or, perhaps I should thank the postman instead.

Comments

[littleblonderiddle]

That's interesting. Do you know if there's a... price of some sort, for receiving something? I can't really see this place doing us any favors just because it's the nice thing to do, you know?

[mediations]

That is the troubling thing. I believe the price is something costly, and usually concerning the better part of your sanity, and well-being.

[littleblonderiddle]

Um. Are you sure it's a good idea to accept this, then? [ She's eyeing the box with some concern now. ]

[mediations]

[He shrugs, and offers her a gentle, reassuring smile.] I can't see any harm, really.

[littleblonderiddle]

[ She purses her lips, but lets it go with a small shrug of her own. A Jedi should know, right? Though she already has a hunch, she asks her question anyway. ]

What did you receive, if you don't mind my asking?

[mediations]

If my sense is not serving me wrong, I believe I now re-possess a small bit of the Force.

[littleblonderiddle]

It was taken from you? [ That genuinely surprises her. ] I suppose that makes some sense, since we weren't left so much as our own clothing. I guess I just thought this place only took our material things before stranding us here.

[mediations]

More than simple material possesions can be snatched from a person, even when they aren't kidnapped. [He shrugs.]