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WHO: A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE, PART DEUX
WHERE: the City! Or, in Jaime's case, space.
WHEN: the morning after these shenanigans, at any time
SUMMARY: Everybody who's been hit by the aftershock from Vector and Chronos' profound failure has to come to at some point! And this is where you file those threads of heinous confusion. It's time for still

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UH MOVING ON...

[taughttolisten]

After several terribly awkward hours of full consciousness, Obi-Wan was aware of several things:

- He had apparently bought Fakir a Samoyed puppy named Valiant.
- There was a receipt for seven chickens in his pocket, and four of those chickens were in the bathtub.
- He had attacked Tank Girl and been pepper sprayed/headbutted into unconsciousness before being held in makeshift restraints for a few hours, which explained the shreds of duct tape on his clothes.
- During his wanderings around the City the night before, he had been extremely generous with his money and his opinions.
- He'd awakened face-down on the couch to discover Qui-Gon giving him a look that was as amused as it was disapproving.

Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure which of these things to address first.

HEY uh you want a chicken? Cause I've... got some chickens.........

[taughttolisten]

Obi-Wan, at this point halfway into his third glass of water and feeling rather less as if he might throw up all over everything, had to take a moment to match the presence and the voice.

"Ah. Come in, Bakura."

D: but I need that bathtub...

[taughttolisten]

Even through his anxiety about the missing time and the strange goings-on, Obi-Wan was aware that something in Bakura's emotions had shifted. He could sense the anger seething under the surface, under that calm smile...

"Not as far as I know," he replied cautiously. "Are you all right?"

...Hm. So long as kids don't throw the eggs off the roof.

[taughttolisten]

He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to project calm.

"I remember... heading home on Friday," he admitted. "And... bright lights, I think. But other than that, nothing until this morning."

All I really know is that some of them have fuzzy feet

[taughttolisten]

Bakura's presence, to him, normally felt like a fountain of soft white light--but now it was shot through with lightning bolts of black fury. His misgivings from the previous week were swiftly morphing into a roiling fear: something was terribly wrong with Bakura.

"...You don't look well," he said delicately. "Perhaps you should sit down?"

I'M A CITY GIRL WHAT DO I KNOW :D

[taughttolisten]

Obi-Wan rose, placing a hand on Bakura's shoulder gently. A concerned frown had etched itself onto his face.

"I'm certain my memory will return in time, but I'm worried for you."

I would liiiiike to ;D

[taughttolisten]

"I understand," Obi-Wan murmured, and now he was far more a father than a Jedi. "It seems this week was... difficult for everyone. But responding with anger can never wash away the stress."

omg. Guineas 8D

[taughttolisten]

He could feel those surges of anger and despair, and with a heavy heart he realized this kind of problem was beyond his abilities to soothe. All he could do was sympathize and offer a father's affection--be an anchor to which Bakura could return, a steady and loving presence.

"I'm fine," he said gently. "Whatever it was is gone from my mind. Now I want to make sure you're all right--that, to me, is a great step in the direction of justice."