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[larger_world]

The weather is turning steadily chillier with each passing day, though Obi-Wan is still warm enough when he drapes his robes over his shoulders. It's a pleasant enough afternoon when he heads out, not with any particular destination in mind, but with the growing understanding that he's going to need to find something to do with himself at some point.

An idea may come to him eventually, but it may not. He's certainly not above asking for help, not when he's well aware this place is unlike any other he's ever been to. There is occasionally call for a Jedi, like there had been the evening in East Hallow, but otherwise, his skills aren't quite as necessary as they had once been.

It doesn't leave him at a loss exactly. He just knows eventually something will have to change.

He's thinking about it today and when he sees a familiar face, clearly mulling something over, Obi-Wan smiles and heads in Dan's direction.

"Hello, there," he says pleasantly when he's near enough.

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[shine_again]

Dan's sitting at a table outside a coffee shop that's valiantly trying to pretend that patio seating isn't coming to an end. He's got coffee and a blueberry muffin, and a newspaper open to the employment section. Right there, at the center of the page, helpfully marked by the smallest of coffee stains, is the ad he already knows is there, even without looking.

He grabbed the paper from inside, knowing it'd be there.

After East Hallow, the thought won't go away, and he wants to spend some time with it before he talks to Marcus.

But if Obi-Wan Kenobi isn't the kind of guy that be be trusted for sage advice, Dan's not even going to think about how American cinema has failed him.

"Hey," he says. "I'm pretty sure if you're here right now, you might as well join me."