http://taughttolisten.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] taughttolisten.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 08:07 pm

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WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi ([livejournal.com profile] taughttolisten) and Friends!
WHERE: A TOP-SECRET LOCATIO--no, no, Ben finally got an apartment. With actual bedrooms so no one's sleeping on a futon on the floor anymore!
WHEN: Evening, May 14th, 2010.
WARNINGS: It's a family dinner. Considering this guy's CR, somebody's gonna feel awkward about something.
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan got an apartment! And also it's his birthday, though he hasn't told anyone that because his personal life is full of hilarious fail. And also also he wants to have one really nice night with the people he loves in case he has to go to war tomorrow.
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He wouldn't necessarily have called the new apartment a mess, but it was proving somewhat harder than he'd anticipated to rearrange the detritus of moving into something that looked like it could be lived in comfortably. Still, he had a dinner table, and he had chairs and the proper utensils for serving a large group; the cats were settling in nicely, and best of all, there was a small bedroom for Fakir and Mytho, with twin beds and a spacious bookshelf and plenty of sunlight.

For one evening, at least, Obi-Wan was resolved to set aside the all-too-familiar thoughts of war. Tomorrow he could be the General. Tonight he wanted to be a man surrounded by family.
shiromadoushi: (Busy working or cooking)

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2010-05-15 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Bakura had been helping with the cooking, making sure everything looked as good as it smelled and tasted. Pelor alternated playing with Mirin and Gon and rubbing against his leg for attention.

Despite keeping an eye on her and the door in anticipation of guests, he was managing the kitchen rather well, having shooed Ben out so he could properly greet everyone.
shiromadoushi: (Side smile happy happy)

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2010-05-15 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Bakura looked back with a warm smile. "I've got it, don't worry! I'm used to cooking more than this on a daily basis," he assured. "You worry about everyone else!"

BUSTIN INTO UR THREDZ

[identity profile] inheritsthesky.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
At that moment, the doorknob turned of its own accord, and a blindfolded Luke walked--rather slowly and carefully, Force senses stretched out around him to keep from tripping over anything--into Obi-Wan's apartment.

Yes, he'd taken up that challenge. Even with things as they were in the city, Luke hadn't been able to resist. And at the least, it'd be humorous.

"Ben?" he called, turning his head toward where he could feel the Jedi Master's presence, a fountain of the Light side. "It's Luke."
shiromadoushi: (Anime: Wut)

OH NOES :)

[personal profile] shiromadoushi 2010-05-15 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Bakura blinked at that, wondering why the blindfold... but Luke seemed to be doing fine with it. He gave Ben a small smile, nodding at him to shoo him out of the kitchen and towards his guest.

don't doubt the power of the Skywalker derp

[identity profile] inheritsthesky.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Pulling the blindfold down, Luke grinned delightedly. "Told you," he said, bringing the hot chocolate mix into the kitchen. If he'd known just how much happiness he'd brought his friend with this small, bizarre action, that grin would have been ten times larger. As it was, Luke was happy to see Obi-Wan settling in, and happy to hear him laugh. In troubled times it was hard to find reasons to, but he'd learned quickly that any chance for mirth was meant to be grabbed.

"Maybe next time we can time it, even."

[identity profile] emperorshand.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't really sure why she'd agreed to this. She hadn't been around General Kenobi for long periods of time, and parties? She'd done parties, of course, but they normally had a purpose. Either a wedding, or a tool to get something from someone at a party. Coming for the enjoyment of company was still very new.

But she'd arrived, and knocked on the door as well a soft little rap before leaning against the door frame.

[identity profile] emperorshand.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She gave Kenobi her best confident smile, trying to pretend that she wasn't very lost in the ways of how to go to a "housewarming" party. She'd showed up in her leather pants as per usual, but she'd managed to put on a rather normal top for the system, and it was spaghetti-strapped.

"Yeah, it's no problem," she mentioned. "Looks like you have a nice place."

[identity profile] emperorshand.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mara practically jumped out of her skin, her eyes flashing down to the creature, it's little eyes peering up at her expectantly. She sighed, swallowing back her surprised, before looking to Obi-Wan.

"Cats?" she asked. "No wonder your furniture is in controlled chaos."

[identity profile] inheritsthesky.livejournal.com 2010-05-17 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"They're pretty well-behaved, I think," Luke said, coming over with another mug of hot chocolate. "The chaos is probably just moving in." Suddenly a little shy--their last meeting, while pleasant, had seemed to end on an awkward note, and Luke wasn't entirely sure where he now stood with Mara--he held out the mug of steaming chocolate. "Uh, here."

[identity profile] lovemedangit.livejournal.com 2010-05-15 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
As often was the case, Mytho was paying far more attention to the cats than to anything else going on around him. He had already made friends with the new kitten that had arrived with Ben's guest who had been staying with them the past few days and had been put in charge of making sure all three (or really, four) of them were out from underfoot while preparations were going on.

This hadn't really changed when people had started arriving.

More arrivals! Some time after Luke staggers in

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Fakir couldn't remember exactly why he'd invited Carley to come along to Ben's party. Or rather, he didn't want to admit that he'd wanted her to come along because he'd missed her. Sort of.

They'd met up at the Sunshine Bakery to pick up the cake he and Bakura had made earlier that day. He'd figured Bakura needed to make himself useful somehow if he was going to mope around their home all day. Of course, thanks to Bakura's involvement, all Fakir's whining to Sanji about not wanting a girly cake had been rendered pointless. He'd never seen such a fruity cake in all his life.

Now, as he walked (very carefully) on the way to Ben's new apartment, Carley nattering away beside him, he just had to hope that nobody at the party would poke too much fun at it.

o hai

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
With a cheery look on her face, Carley was following Fakir. She was telling him all about her adventures at home.

"And when we got there, the conveyor belt had started, and the thief was rolling into the garbage compactor below. But Jack," she paused, sighing happily at the thought of Jack, "He saved the guy from being crushed to death! And then he punched the guy into the crowd just like someone as awesome as Jack would do."

She sighed, dreamily, "He's so cool."

Of course, that wasn't why she was here. Sure, talking about the past sounded like a good idea, but she wasn't in the past anymore. Actually, no. She wasn't in the future anymore. Now she's in the in the past-Oh this was too confusing. She just wanted to see her friends.

HELLO

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, all Fakir could do was nod along and wonder just what he had been thinking with this entire plan. He'd trusted the most womanly guy he knew to make a cake that wasn't girly, and then he'd invited this chatterbox along. He couldn't blame anyone else but himself for his continued annoyance.

"Is he all you talk about?" he asked as he started up the stairs, feeling as though he already knew the answer.

SUP?!

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She paused, getting a bit flustered, "No...maybe...yes kinda. I could tell you all about Misty, or how my boss is a jerk..."

She sighed, "What's been happening with you, anyway?

NOT MUCH U?

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Fakir pondered this for a moment. A lot had happened, yes, but how much of it did he really want to share? I made my best friend cry because I didn't want to date her, then she disappeared? I'm being trained by a man from space? Do you remember that boy who tried to take your heart? Well, we're sharing a bed now.

No, no, and definitely not.

"I'll be changing schools soon, but that's about it," he finally said.

NOT MUCH AT ALL

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," she said, "What about..."

Dying was a touchy subject. As someone who'd died and then come back, she knew it must be hard. So she decided not to touch upon it, "...Duck?"

oh that is cruel ))):

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-16 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gone," Fakir mumbled, drumming his fingers on the side of the cake box. "Like what happened to you, only she hasn't come back yet.

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yet..." she sighed, "You're sure she'll come back?"

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I did," Fakir said with a confidence that was only partly there. "And I died, so..."

It would never not feel weird to say that.

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
She didn't say anything about that. Not at first. Maybe everyone did come back here eventually, but the fact that he mentioned dying...

"Right as I was ported back home, I died."

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Fakir paused mid-step to look at Carley. ...Carley wasn't the type of person to lie about something like that, was she? No, he decided, she was neither mean-spirited enough nor cunning enough.

"And you're fine now," he said. "Like me."

[identity profile] hittheroadjack.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," she paused, and let out a small sigh, "Yeah."

She decided not to mention the series of events between her dying and being "fine". Considering she couldn't remember. Of course, she'd been told some of the terrible things she'd done, but she didn't want to think about it.