damned_institute | Day 35: Bus 1

Sanji woke up groggily to find his nurse already in his room. He gave a sleepy and half-hearted "Buh?" before realizing that nurse meant dayshift, and he'd fallen asleep after dinner.

"Shit!" He sat up abruptly, which gave his nurse a start. "Nami-swan!" How had he allowed himself to sleep through an entire night? What if she'd tried to return to the basement? What if she'd been waiting for him to appear and protect her? He'd let her down!

"There, there. Calm down." His nurse set a familiar flannel shirt down on the bed and Sanji eyed it with confusion. The last time he'd worn that had been... "Sorry I didn't knock or anything, but I was so excited~!" A pair of jeans followed the shirt. "Today is the field trip into town! Aren't you looking forward to it?"

The chef had to admit, the town had been an interesting enough place the last time he'd been. If he could find Nami early on he might even be able to lead her around... So he didn't complain too much as he changed into the other outfit (which he really wished they'd let him keep - anything was better than the regular gray) and was led out to the first of the buses.

He took a seat near the front, hopefully easily visible to any of his crew - especially to a certain member of his crew.

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So she'd only been here for a day. Obi-Wan grimaced a little at the news, and he couldn't help but wonder how many more victims Martin Landel was going to drag into this before he was satisfied. "Is your friend here with you?" he asked. It was interesting how some groups of friends were captured together, while others woke up here alone. He didn't know if there was any special link there, but it was certainly worth keeping in mind. "It's good to have allies, though I'm afraid very few things around here happen in a hurry." The time seemed to crawl sometimes, really.

He shook his head at Rose's apology. "Not at all," he quietly replied. "Most people aren't quite sure what to make of all this when they get here. I arrived almost a couple of weeks ago, and I'm still not sure myself." She seemed to be very composed, all things considered.

As for where (and when) he was from, Obi-Wan wasn't immediately sure how to respond to that. "Not from around here, that's for certain," he answered. "I'm not even entirely sure where home is in relation to where we are now." He paused, opening his sack and peering inside. "As for when...well, I'm not really sure about that either, but...I suspect I'm from a long, long time ago."

That probably wasn't very helpful at all, and for a moment, doubted the wisdom in hiding information that could be helpful to other prisoners. But, well...there was a time and a place for everything, and now probably wasn't the best time to risk drawing unnecessary attention to himself. And he hadn't been lying, exactly. He knew if he tried outright passing himself off as an Earthian, it'd never work. There was too much about this planet he didn't know. Not for the first time, he longed for the vast archives of the Jedi Temple.

"And yourself?" he asked. "Very few people actually seem to be from around here, I've noticed."

"London, England, Earth, twenty-first century," Rose responded off-handedly. "Originally, anyway. Now I'm just sort of... from all over, I guess."

A long, long time ago. Why did that sound so familiar?

Oh bloody hell.

Star Wars. A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... This guy looked exactly like Ewan McGregor! Aka Obi-Wan Kenobi, aka Ben Kenobi. Rose had been just a kid when the new ones started coming out, but of course she flocked to cinemas just like everyone else... and when Episodes II and III had come out, she'd giggled with Shareen over the younger Obi-Wan.

But Ewan McGregor wouldn't be sitting on a bus in a mental hospital in another dimension introducing himself as Ben. There was probably some sort of self-duplicating time-space DNA sort of... thing. The Doctor would know.
Add that to the list of things to ask him about.

Rose resisted the urge to squeal at Ben/Ewan and ask for an autograph.

"Um... Yeah, the Doctor's here..." She glanced around the bus, but didn't see him. Donna was there, talking to a tall strawberry-blonde. And wearing a really hideous dress. Rose gave silent thanks that the clothes she'd been given were an approximate match for what she would normally wear. "Not here here, on a different bus."

"Do have anyone, or are you all on your own?" she asked, turning back to Ben. "'Cause if you like, you could come with us."

Obi-Wan couldn't say he knew where London, England was, or exactly when the twenty-first century was in relation to now. Still, it was a start. He wondered if it would do any good to go looking through the books in the library again, but in the end he knew he'd probably wind up finding more literature than he knew what to do with, and less useful things, like maps or history archives. He could glean information from fictional stories, he supposed. Unfortunately, he simply didn't have the time to sit down and try to separate what he could use from what he couldn't.

It was good to know she had friends here she could rely on. Obi-Wan wouldn't have wanted to be one of those people with absolutely no allies upon arrival, although he knew he would have been more than willing to start out that way if it'd meant keeping Qui-Gon out of Martin Landel's hands.

"As a matter of fact, my former teacher is here," the Jedi replied as he sent a subtle glance in Qui-Gon's direction. It was nice to see him -- he was sure he'd been at least wondering about him, so they'd have to talk later. "We don't have any plans for today, though, so if you wouldn't mind my company, I could walk with you and your friend for awhile." He could just as well explore on his own, but considering how out-of-touch he currently was with all the networks between the prisoners, it'd probably be in his best interest to socialize and get to know others more.

"Yeah, absolutely." Rose grinned at Ben. She was glad to have some company, although she'd really like to figure out where the Doctor had gotten off to...

That was disappointing, actually, them being separated like that just after finding each other. She'd been hoping to spend some time with him after thinking he was dead at the bottom of the Pit. There were so many things she needed to say and hadn't been able to. Hopefully she'd be able to find him in town.

"So... a long, long time ago," she repeated very, very casually, resting her chin on one hand. "That's... what? Ancient Rome? Or are you from another planet...?" Maybe she could figure out exactly what was going on without tipping him off that she suspected him of being a famous Scot.

"Thank you," he replied with another quiet smile. "I appreciate it. This is actually my second time in Doyleton, so I do know a little bit of the town's layout, although I'm afraid it isn't much." He hoped he wouldn't be intruding on her and her friend, but Rose didn't seem to mind, so it was likely all right. And if, for whatever reason, he felt like he needed to break off and go exploring by himself, that was fine by him too.

"I'm not from Ancient Rome," he replied with a neutral expression, and while it might have been a little funny to some people, the humor was lost to a non-Earthian like himself. "Where I'm from isn't on a map, so I doubt you've heard of it." He'd dodged the original question a little bit, but hopefully it would be all right. Maybe it'd be better to turn the topic of conversation back on her.

"Most people I've talked to are actually pretty skeptical about those who claim to be other planets," he added as he pulled a muffin from the sack. "Do you believe there are other planets, Rose?" Obi-Wan took a small bite of the food, regarding her curiously as he chewed.

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