[Location: Arrival Plaza] [Open] always on the move . . .

[thereisnochaos]

The last time Obi-Wan had found himself waking in a strange place, things had been much less . . . formal. He'd woken on the floor, with a cheap duffel bag sitting beside him and a few light provisions. This room was bright and metallic, and he was immediately greeted with a warm, mild voice -- a man? a woman? otherwise? -- attempting to ease his concerns. It did, admittedly; Obi-Wan, for all his efforts to be comfortable with the meanest of furnishings and the simplest of attire, took a certain comfort in the familiarity of good technology. This place was more advanced.

Obi-Wan offered his greetings to the computer, provided his name when prompted, then double-checked his lightsaber was clipped securely to his belt. He didn't like the worrying presence of some kind of foreign object under his skin, but it didn't seem as though it was going to exactly explode and kill him a few seconds after arrival: it was something to look into in due course, like everything else in this new place.

His first concern was Anakin -- a presence in his mind, certainly, but a maddeningly unclear one. Was he somewhere far away? Maybe asleep?

The door slid open and admitted him outward until he found himself standing in a large, open plaza that looked nothing like an enclosed city. Although it mostly seemed to contain humans and humanoids, they had a varied look to them, in fashion and in personal style. The architecture was even more unfamiliar.

It had an organic look to it, walls and windows worked into the land seamlessly along with the occasionally spot of metal. Right angles and rectangles were largely absent; structures seemed built with a natural fondness toward rhombuses and trapezoids. It looked beautiful and ancient -- a clearing that seemed almost grown rather than constructed. Even among a small crowd, there seemed to be something peaceful here.

Peaceful . . . except that Anakin was missing.

Obi-Wan wrapped his robe around himself, blending his way into the crowd while keeping his lightsaber out of sight. He'd have to start making inquiries about Anakin's whereabouts -- but it wouldn't be wise to ask just anyone. He kept his eyes open for someone who looked relatively familiar with this strange new place.

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[infinitelystranger]

A man sat on the lip of a fountain with his legs half-crossed: a man with little to draw Obi-Wan Kenobi's attention, save the way he scuffed his foot on the ground in front of him in concentric circles, in a sort of arithmetic fidget. His attention was absorbed in his comm device, on which he tabbed through options with one finger, occasionally typing something in with three. He had a long tailored coat loose around his shoulders and a scarf looped around his neck and--perhaps more interestingly--some kind of string instrument in his lap.

As Obi-Wan came closer the stranger's eyes flicked up to him, then back down to his tablet for a moment. As Obi-Wan fell into conversation with another passerby next to the fountain--a man carrying a shoulder bag--the stranger with the violin glanced up at them again: no, at Obi-Wan specifically. Something had caught his half-lidded attention.

As the short conversation went on, he looked back at his tablet. When he spoke up to interpose himself, he did so without looking up or clearing his throat; "What is that thing?" he said. "On your belt?"

He did not specify whom he was addressing. Presumably only one of them had a thing on his belt.