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WHO: Obi-Wan Kenobi (

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

"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?"

"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.

"Yet..." she sighed, "You're sure she'll come back?"

"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.

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."

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."

"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.

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More arrivals! Some time after Luke staggers in

o hai

HELLO

SUP?!

NOT MUCH U?

NOT MUCH AT ALL

oh that is cruel ))):

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