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We're sorry, Milliways.

But Obi-Wan Kenobi has a song stuck in his head.

He's not doing anything crass like humming or singing it out loud. In fact, he's just sitting quietly at the bar, reading from a datapad and drinking.

It's just that the Force is now echoing with it, and as we all know the Force can have a strong influence on the weak minded, so...

....we're sorry, Milliways.

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What is happening.

What in the name of every excellent starfighter and their blueprints Anakin is now desperately trying to go through in his brain to keep that out of his head. It's not that it's inherently bad, or anything, it's just...

A concerned beep and footnudge next to him cuts through the initial shock of stepping into the Bar. "It's fine, there isn't any danger."

Not to him, at any rate, but once he shakes his head free of the echo--it feels like the Force equivalent of not realizing the band is playing entirely too loudly in a room from outside it--he goes hunting the source.

shock-dismay-shavit this was mine (and artoo and snips)-aggrieved-ohshit-sulk-whine-wait this is all your fault????

R2-D2 cheerfully rolls up and twitters a greeting.

And you tell me not to be so loud?!

Edited 2021-01-26 19:15 (UTC)

"Hello, R2," Obi-Wan says fondly, utterly unphased by the appearance of the Astromech and of Anakin in the bar he'd been enjoying as a safe haven away from Anakin's nonsense.

He looks up at the man in question, and nods in greeting. "Oh, it's you."

He says nothing about the song.

"What are you doing?"

He is absolutely going to drive Anakin insane if he keeps this up.

R2's dome spins a little, giving the impression of nothing quite so much as rolling his eyes, and makes an enquiring beep. He hasn't seen Obi-wan here before, he has to have started coming recently, right?

"I'm having tea, won't you join me?"

A second cup appears and Obi-Wan cheerfully pours out some tea from the same pot.

To R2, he nods. "Oh a few weeks, I think, as far as time can be measured here."

R2 whrrs some satisfaction.

There go the crossed arms.

"That isn't what I meant and you know it."

While there is an unconscious and somewhat plaintive "why are you here" lurking in his subconscious, Anakin smacks Obi-wan very hard through the Force with a distinct sensation of attempting to put a muffler on an engine--or attempting a headlock and putting a hand on the target's mouth.

Shut uuuuuup.

Obi-Wan looks Anakin steadily in the eye.

And then, not because Anakin asked him but just because he feels like it, he stills his mind.

"Sit down, Anakin," he says. "You're making me nervous standing there."

The moment Obi-wan stops projecting, Anakin untenses entirely: not just the physical sigh of relief as his crossed arms drop, but the relaxation in the Force as his tension drains and settles back to a cheerful, grateful equilibrium.

He drops onto the seat next to Obi-wan and taps the Bar lightly. A glass of Padme's favorite fruit juice appears and he takes a drink.

(Yeah he's ignoring the teacup. Tea makes him think of his mother, politicians, or Jedi trying to get serenity across to him. Fruit juice is fun.)

"Well, at least Snips and I won't sound completely crazy if we mention this place around you anymore," he says.

"Ahsoka as well?"

Obi-Wan watches sadly as the tea cup disappears and glances at R2 like it's its fault everyone found this place before he did.

"I thought this was my secret, now I find you three are all hiding things from me."

It's unfair, is what it is. He's the secretive cagey one.

R2 makes a sound not entirely unlike blowing a raspberry. Don't give him that look, Obi-wan.

Anakin ignores R2, bristling a little. (Obi-wan keeps secrets all the time.) "What were we supposed to do?" he complains. "Say that there's an extra-dimensional cantina with a sentient bar and an unpredictable door, and where time doesn't move, and sometimes we go? No, thanks. No one needs any of us getting pulled off duty for stress-induced delusions."

There's a frisson of dread beyond the irritability, not entirely conscious, at the possibility.

"I'm sure we've encountered stranger," Obi-Wan says, utterly deadpan. "Remember Durti?"

"That," Anakin says, "was different."

It totally was.

"Besides, how am I supposed to prove I'm not delusional for claiming to have visted a cantina when no time has passed and I haven't left the ship?"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan says steadily, patiently, almost reproachfully, "you think I wouldn't believe you?"

He has no idea what he'd say if Anakin told him. He has no idea what Anakin would have said if Obi-Wan had told him. It doesn't even matter, now.

Some emotions Anakin has no words for. Obi-wan is probably very familiar with the particular confusing mess inside of him in reaction to that question.

"I wouldn't believe me," he retorts, in what is absolutely a deflection.

"But I'll make sure to tell Ahsoka you know, now, though as far as I know it's just us."

"And a clone trooper," Obi-Wan adds helpfully. "I haven't met him but apparently he's settling in quite well. Name of Fives - one of yours, I think."

Cody submitted a report about Rishi Station, and Obi-Wan reads all reports out of respect for Cody. He also remembers the clone from Orto Plutonia who seemed to heal pretty quickly. That could be explained by the bar, in retrospect.

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