Millitimed to sometime after the thing with k_in_black.

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Ray comes in from New York City, rubbing at his face tiredly with one hand. He's got a sheaf of papers in one hand, and he looks as if he could use a drink; what the Bar gives him, however, is his usual green stuff and a plate of dinner. He nods and touches the bar briefly with his Visa card.

"Thank you, Bar, I appreciate it."

That having been done, he scoops up his receipt and goes looking for a place to sit.

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"It worked pretty well in Master Qui-Gon's galaxy for a few thousand years and a couple of hundred different species," Ray says. "I'm not going to argue with it too much. Then again, like I said, I'm the only Jedi on my world. It makes a bit of a difference."

He smiles. "Yeah, I know. He does just fine,f rom what I can tell."

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"A few thousand years?" The dubiousness retreats a little. "That's fairly impressive."

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"Oh yeah," Ray says. "One of the Jedi masters of Qui-Gon's time- Yoda- was nine hundred years old by the time he eventually died. And he'd trained Jedi for eight hundred of those years. Master Yoda wasn't human, by the way," Ray adds. "His species lives longer."

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"That's interesting." Like 'that shouldn't be difficult', this is a phrase she should probably trademark, on account of using it so often.
"So since there aren't any Jedi where I come from, if I became one, I'd be able to take students from my world but not ones from around here?"

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"It's very possible, yeah," Ray says. "Of course, it all depends on how many people would be willing to have such a young instructor, but it's possible."

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"I'd want to at least wait until I graduated university before taking on students of any kind. Then again, is an eleven- or ten-year-old instructor any easier to deal with than a six-year-old?"

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"You'd be surprised," Ray says. "Still- we'll see what happens. And you definitely need to talk to Master Qui-Gon."

The prospect of directing her to any other Jedi master doesn't even enter his head. Master Windu and Ray simply don't click, and as for Master Dooku- well. Not gonna happen.

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"I'll do that. You said you'd send him to me? Hmm - these days I'm up in my room a lot; it has the perfect reading desk. But it hasn't got a number and I suspect it moves around..."

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"It moves around?" Ray asks curiously. "Okay, that's new. How do you find it, then?"

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"My key has a little tag that gives me directions." She fishes it out of a pocket to show to him. Inscribed on the tag in tiny, impatient-looking handwriting is the message: 'Go back inside, you dolt.'
"It changes depending on where I am and how close I am and whether or not I've just done something silly like walk too far down the hall and miss the door."

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Ray peers at the tag, and laughs. "Okay," he says. "That's interesting. Master Qui-Gon would probably have to use the Force to find you, but I don't know if he can do that without having met you first."

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"I could ask the Bar for another tag like this one, and you could give it to him."

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"If it'd do that," Ray says, "that would be a splendid idea. Thank you, Matilda."

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"I see no reason why it wouldn't. Let's, then." She turns to lead the way back into the bar.

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Ray nods, switches off his sabre, and does so.

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When she reaches Bar, she asks politely, "Can I have another tag like the one on my key, please?" Obligingly, a small tag appears on Bar's surface. It has "Turn Left" written on it currently. When she turns around to hand it to Ray, it says "Turn Right", and when she hands it to him it's left again. At all times, the direction it wants the holder to go points towards the door to the residential areas.

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"Neat," Ray says, and drops a handful of change on the Bar. "Could I have a pen and some writing paper, please?"

Lo, it is so.

Ray starts writing out a note in an alphabet that doesn't resemble the Roman one at all- too slanty and jagged in places. "That's the lettering used in Master Qui-Gon's galaxy," Ray says. "Aurebesh. I'm describing your appearance to him, and what you can do with your eyes, and your interest in Jedi stuff. And I'm giving him the key tag so that he can find your room if he doesn't see you out and about first. Okay?"

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"That's perfect. Thanks so much for your help, Ray." She beams at him. Someone who knows Matilda well would expect huggles in the near future.

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"No problem," says Ray with a grin.

[OOC: Good spot to wrap?]

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And lo, the huggles arrive, in accordance with the prophecy.

[OOC: Sure! This was lovely.]