2nd [Video] An Invitation

[ridesthesun]

[Nomi's generally not fond of making broadcasts, but with all of the strangeness going on, disturbing dreams and memories shared between people...she'll make an exception. She faces the camera, face neutral and somewhat drained of color.]

Hello everyone.

Forgive me, it's been a while since I used this function, but I'm sure you've all felt the strange goings on. Memories not your own, the feelings of other people...and an influx of emotions not your own. I've had several such flashes in the last few days. And to that end, I...well I suppose I'd like to speak with the individuals with whom I've shared memories. I know not who, but I recall several names from the dreams. Holmes, Winchester, Celebrian, and Stark, as well as the planet Vulcan and some sort of drill. Those would be the clues I have thus far.

Please, contact me or find me in the Oxygen Gardens. Thank you.

[With that out of the way, the Jedi Grandmaster sends out a second broadcast]



This is Nomi, and I hope this finds all of you well. I have noticed a large influx of individuals from our galaxy lately and I believe that probably means something. Perhaps it is only random chance, but I've learned never to believe in coincidence. We should be working together, coming together with some sense of unity so that we can do the most good that can. It was something Quinlan and I spoke of before he departed, and I very much agree. Together we're far stronger and more useful. Through solidarity, we will be better equipped to handle the problems this ship throws at us.

To that end, I would like for all of us to meet as a group. Perhaps later this week? Say...two more days? And not just the Jedi. What I'm asking isn't a Jedi Conclave, but something for everyone. Brunch, if it suits you to call it that. I'll prepare some food from home, I'd ask that you do the same, or just bring something.

Thank you.

[OOC: This is a sort of catch-all for Stage 2 Event things. Please feel free to tag with action if your character would prefer. Prose or brackets is fine with me, I'll match]

Comments

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[summerlord]

I have. Some have not been pleasant. [A pause] What did you see?

[video; private]

[ridesthesun]

I saw your wife as she departed on a ship.

[She pauses, for once uncertain.]

I...am sorry, it felt...Force...I'm sorry.

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[summerlord]

[He's silent for a long moment; this is not something he talks about very often, if at all, and with very good reason.] Might we meet?

[Somehow, to speak of such things over this device seems very impersonal.]

[video; private]

[ridesthesun]

Yes, of course. [She feels the same way. Hence...]

I'll be in the Oxygen Gardens meditating, if that's amenable to you, Lord.

[video; private -> action]

[summerlord]

I will be along shortly. [He ends the feed without comment, but he is true to his word.

It takes enough time to find her that it might suggest that he either walked slowly -- or hesitated before seeking her out. (Or perhaps he was not looking too terribly hard for her in the first place.) When he does find her, he stops next to a tree, hands clasped behind his back, and bows his head in greeting.]

Dear lady.

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[ridesthesun]

[Nomi rises from her meditations and inclines her head in greeting as well.]

Good day, Lord Elrond.

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[summerlord]

[He nods his head in greeting, then extends his hand toward where she had been seated.] Perhaps we should sit?

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[ridesthesun]

Yes, that might be best.

[She nods and takes her seat on the grass once more.]

I'm sorry, if my broadcast disturbed you.

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[summerlord]

[He takes a seat, albeit somewhat stiffly.] As disturbing as it may be, I thank you for asking.

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[ridesthesun]

It's just how I do things. I'm not always the most subtle, and I try to be more open.

[She inclines her head, offering a weak, but hopefully encouraging look.]

Lady Galadriel explained what the meaning of the ships was. I am sorry for your loss.

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[summerlord]

I had wondered if she would answer your message. [Question answered.] If you still have questions, I may answer.

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[ridesthesun]

How long ago was that?

[Because she knows elves age differently.]

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[summerlord]

A half century. [Give or take.] A short time by some reckoning; several lifetimes by others. [To him, it can seem like both.]

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[ridesthesun]

A long time by mine, more than I've been alive.

Have you ever talked about it? Sought counseling?

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[summerlord]

I do not often speak of it, no.

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[ridesthesun]

[She nods]

Perhaps it would be wise, at some point. I know...how painful that can be.

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[summerlord]

Tell me. [He says it softly, as if he might already know something of her pain.]

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[ridesthesun]

My husband, my lover, and all save one of my teachers have perished or fallen into darkness.

[She sighs tiredly.]

Did you see such, from what was shared?

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[summerlord]

I believe so. [A pause and he echoes her sigh.] I apologize for the inadvertent intrusion.

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[ridesthesun]

It's...fine. But who's? [She gives him a tired look]

Context might make it easier to understand.

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[summerlord]

[A pause and then, simply:] His name was Vodo.

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[ridesthesun]

[There's a sharp intake of breath and Nomi looks away.]

That...was some time ago.

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[summerlord]

I will not ask that you tell me more of him. [It is clear that this is a painful memory -- very clear -- and Elrond will not pry.]

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[ridesthesun]

No, it's alright. It's common knowledge in my galaxy, and speaking of him honors his memory. [She nods firmly, gathering strength.] Vodo Siosk Baas was my predecessor as Jedi Grandmaster, and one of my teachers. I'm not sure how old he was, but rumors said he was at least a thousand. And there were none wiser or more well versed in the Light Side of the Force than him save perhaps his teacher, Odan Urr.

In some ways, you remind me of him, Lord Elrond.

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[summerlord]

You held him in high regard. I am honored. [By both the comparison and her willingness to share. (Though it was forced upon them; she could have refused to answer.) There's a softening in a somewhat guarded expression (because speaking of Celebrian always comes with that); empathy, not sympathy.] How long ago was this?