The Park, Sunday Noon

[saddeserthermit]

Ah, it felt so good to be wearing something that wasn't beige. Or taupe. Seriously, whoever lived in that shack badly needed a life.

But by noon Obi-Wan had managed to pick up a band t-shirt and some leather pants, and with a giant cup of stomach-burning caf in his hands, he was doing pretty good now. Even if he still didn't have any idea where Maul had run off to. He sat down by the pond, cupping his warm coffee, and squinted at the flamingoes.

"I'm sick of pink, too," he told them. It didn't leave much of an impression, so he hit them with a mild mind whammy and watched them flutter away.

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[good_for_six]

Since the frankly bizarre marzipan rain had stopped, Dutch was exploring the island today (and since unlike Isabela she actually went for trousers, she wasn't freezing her bits off in the process).

"You a local?" she called out.

[saddeserthermit]

"Do I look like a local?" Obi-Wan groused loudly.

Well, he couldn't actually tell, dude.

[good_for_six]

"Far as I can tell you're dressed like one." She approved of the pants. Highly.

[saddeserthermit]

Sorry, Dutch. He was gay.

"I am now that I'm not wearing a shite ton of beige," Obi-Wan said. "I didn't wake up like this."

[good_for_six]

Pity. Though Isabela and Obi-Wan would likely both be grateful come Monday.

"You woke up in beige?"

[saddeserthermit]

"Jedi robes," Obi-Wan explained. "They're not a good look on anyone."

[sith_happened]

"Kriff me, you found the pants."

Hello, Obi-Wan.

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan looked up to answer-- and then pulled an enormous face. "Oh, fuck me," he said, "I should have asked after the kilts!"

[sith_happened]

Anakin turned a lovely shade of red. "Um."

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan got up, still holding his giant coffee. "Though I guess this isn't going to last forever," he said.

Not entirely oblivious to the blushing, no, but seriously, he was taken. Even if yesterday morning didn't leave him completely happy with Maul.

[sith_happened]

"Should wear off by tomorrow," Anakin said, pulling out his cell phone. "Can I get a picture?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan still had no idea what was going on, but he'd had to get out of that odd (if luxurious) house he'd been in, so he'd gone for a walk, and ended up here.

Leather pants were probably the most normal thing he'd seen anyone else wear this weekend. He nodded at the boy, but otherwise left him alone.

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan nodded back at him absently, out of habit.

Then he blinked and did a double-take.

"Do you want the number of my hairdresser?" he yelled.

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan squinted over at the boy, then just shrugged. "Latine loqueris?" Then, proving he was an optimist at heart (sort of), added in that language, "You speak Scythian?"

[saddeserthermit]

"Sorry," Obi-Wan said. This was not the first time this had happened to him this weekend. "Do you speak Common, maybe?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan shrugged. Then, since the boy didn't seem to be in trouble or helpful, kept walking.

[vdistinctive]

"British?" Jake guessed, when he got a good look at Tristan. "Early modern era. This island really does have everything, doesn't it."

[sharp_as_knives]

Excuse you - Tristan only lived in Britain!

"Hello," he muttered in Scythian, then, "Salve." He'd more or less given up on people here understanding him.

[vdistinctive]

The trouble with ancient languages was that modern people only had the most general idea of what they might've actually sounded like. Latin, though. . . . Jake wouldn't be much of an art historian if he weren't at least passingly familiar with archaic Latin.

"Salve," he said in return. "You're Roman, then?"

[sharp_as_knives]

Tristan actually blinked at that and almost smiled. Finally, someone who at least spoke a language he knew! "Scythian," he corrected, then reluctantly conceded, "In service to Rome."

[vdistinctive]

Jake watched the flamingos flying off with a blink. "Okay, no way are they native to Maryland."

Then again, neither were tiny white horses.

[saddeserthermit]

"I dunno, mate," Obi-Wan said, looking up at him - and shrugging, as a white horse clopped by just behind him, gaze turned anxiously upwards. "I'm not from around here."

[vdistinctive]

"Oh yeah?" Jake asked. "Don't suppose you just -- randomly woke up here yesterday morning, with no idea why or how?"

[saddeserthermit]

"Exactly that," Obi-Wan said, nodding. "In a shack, actually."

[vdistinctive]

Jake nodded. "That's been going around. Not the shack part. Your Doppelgänger must have odd tastes."