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Edited 2021-08-25 04:22 (UTC)

[ Tension has strung taut between them since they met up on the ridge. It isn't how Obi-Wan wanted things to go, and he flounders as Anakin avoids him, trying to figure out what he had said wrong. He replays the conversation over and over in his mind, trying to suss out what underlying issue he hadn't addressed. Days go by, and it lingers with him, the focus of most of his meditation.

It is late, the moon high in the sky. The Happy Home app has given them a curious abode that looks much smaller on the outside than it does on the inside, but Obi-Wan has left the door open as he sits cross legged on the cool grass.

The reality is he wouldn't have needed the entrance hanging wide to know something was wrong. His brow pinches as the Force shifts around him like a storm cloud, urging him from the depth of meditation. His head turns as he rises to meet the disturbance, and as he realizes who it is he surges to the surface, eyes popping open. He blinks under the full moon and is still adjusting when he rises and ducks into their temporary home. The sense of de ja vu is intense as he crosses to where Anakin rests. ]

Anakin.

[ He urges, seating himself at the younger Jedi's hip and reaching for his shoulder. The number on Obi-Wan's bare inner arm gleams in the low light as he gives him a little shake. ]

Anakin, wake up.

[ It would be very difficult not to miss the way a good number of the passengers seem to be suffering from some kind of affliction. Curiousity has gotten the better of him many times in his life, and being on this train has done nothing to dampen the instinct. Only, upon doing the survey (what he suspects is the culprit) nothing appears to have changed in him.

At least, that was what he thought before he stepped in front of a mirror. Evidently, some side effects simply weren't that obvious at first glance. Still, it throws quite the wrench in his intention of finally getting around to reshaping his beard as he'd mentioned to Jack. His and Anakin's individual hotel rooms are directly next to each other, which is a simple solution to an irritating problem. Obi-Wan doesn't bother dressing when he exits his suite, clad only in linen slacks and slippers, towel around his neck and razor in his hand.

With his free hand he raps on the wooden door and waits for a response from his friend. ]

[unfortunately, enough time has passed for rex to text this guy to see if he's alright... and if he doesn't reply, he's either dead or ignoring this shit, and if that IS in fact the case... HE MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD!!!!]

HEY!!!!!

[That should get his attention.]

u still breathin?

[WHY DOES THAT SOUND LIKE A THREAT]

u kno, through all the normal, necessary parts

[what is that supposed 2 mean????]

if ur only hemmin n hawin through the mouth ur gonna be a goner any day now get some help

Anakin

Did you see the conductor's messages? About the possibility of maintaining the bonds with people on the train?

@ ben - botw car

botw car

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text; i am sorry for this

@nefelibata, bursts in kool-aid man style