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Another day at the temple, another handful of people to meet. So far it had been a tumultuous roller coaster, a greater catastrophe than Colette could have ever imagined it to be. If she hadn't stammered, she'd ended up tongue-tied by something else. If there was a social faux pas to make it seemed almost inevitable that she pulled it. Or so it felt like at the very least.

Life was easier in the wasteland where there was a larger focus on something else binding people together: survival. Survival wasn't really an issue on Coruscant. There was no need to hunt or forage for food and the water was seemingly endless. This was the second refill that Colette had granted herself today. Back home that would have been almost unheard of. The canteens were proportioned to cover most of a person's need for water while still not being cumbersome to carry on a belt. Everyone had their right to fill one whole canteen for the day and was deeply encouraged not to waste a single drop of it.

Needless to say, water held a deep meaning to Colette. She took a careful swig of the water as she walked down the corridor. The door to her dorm room swooped open and there before her stood someone that she had never seen before. They seemed to be around her age, but they were of some other species that she did not recognize. Not that Colette recognized many of them. Isolated nomadic tribes were as they were.

There was no malice in her staring, but there was certainly no denying that the girl was staring at this other girl for a long while before she looked over at her bed and then the one next to it. This must have been that other one the others had been talking about, the so-called 'room mate'.

Colette placed the canteen against her lips to buy herself time and took a long swig to come up with something to say.

"Hi." She said, and that was all she could say before the rest of the words she had come up with began to shift and change in her head like an increasingly stormy little rain cloud. "I am— Wait, no, I mean—"

"You must be the mate."
She extended her hand as if to grip the words before they could reach Loomi's ears. It was too late. "The room mate!" She exclaimed. "You are the one I am—"

"We share."
Colette swallowed her spit along with the rest of the words she WANTED to say but seemingly couldn't. "This… Room."

"... I think?"

Loomi Loomi
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Tags: Colette Colette

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Loomi was somewhat standing in a bit of a daze. Her own room. She hadn't had one of those before, not that she could recall at least. It seemed exciting, though it was certainly more so to her than perhaps someone else. She hadn't even processed that someone was staring at her until she was spoken to.

"Hi. I am— Wait, no, I mean—"

The Godoan watched on as the other girl struggled to formulate a sentence before finally announcing that they were roommates, though it was generally in a more roundabout way that would confuse most. But Loomi was always confused, so this introduction was met with nothing more than a smile.

"Hi," Loomi greeted in turn. "Nice to meet ya. I'm Loomi. Golly, you came at a weird time. Sorry for sorta just starin' off into space."

Her gaze shifted towards her bed. There was still something she was working on. A net of silk-like threads was laid out on top of the mattress, woven into the shape of the bed. Ever since her meeting with Auteme, she had been steadily improving her skilled in Mist Weaving, enough to where she was able to make simple things like nets and barriers. This was a little different, however. Theoretically, this would allow her to suspend her bed in place from the ceiling and make some kind of hammock mattress thing.

She hadn't worked out the details yet.

"Just ignore me for a sec while you get your stuff in," she stated. "I'm tryna do something..."

Loomi got up onto the bed, lifting the ends of the net up to the ceiling and weaving them in tightly, tugging to make sure that the corners would hold. Now all she had to do was move the mattress up. Easy, right? As she got down, a wave of embarrassment washed over her.

"Oh shucks, I didn't even ask for your name," the Godoan noted in a panic. "Sorry about that."


 
Loomi Loomi

Loomi, okay, Colette could remember that. Loomi as in 'look at that giant looming over our camp'. Easy peasy. She let in a deep breath to try and calm herself down and pushed it all out with a shaky exhale. Loomi went to attend something on her bed and Colette went to attend to her own. She detached the canteen on her belt and put it on a nearby nightstand.

An awkward glance shot over at Loomi for a moment to see what she was doing. It seemed to be some sort of bed thing. Colette had granted herself at least several moments to calm down by the time their conversation was resurrected from the deep depths of hell.

"I…" She slowly nodded and tried to keep it calm and collected for once. Her hand latched onto her upper arm for comfort. "I'm Colette."

For the moment it seemed that being able to sit down, run her thumb up and down along her arm, and grant herself the moment to think on what to say made it all the more easier to speak. The breathing continued relatively unchanged. A steady, calm flow. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

"Are you a weaver?" She asked, carefully gauging Loomi's reaction from afar. "It looks cool. I think?"
 

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"You betcha," Loomi beamed, puffing out her chest. "I'm the best weaver around here... Probably cause I'm the only weaver around here though. I-I'm still working on it."

Her positive expression returned as she turned to the net she had woven into the cieling.

"Invented this myself though," she stated, "Only trial and error required. It's a.... Hammed? Beddock? Name is still in the works."

She still needed to work on that, but it's purpose was pretty self explanatory. It was a swinging bed. Why? There was no real rhyme or reason for it. It just seemed like a fun idea. The Godoan squatted down, rubbing her hands together before lifting up the mattress and raising it above her head. For a moment, her face went flush red with stress. A small amount of steam shot out of her prosthetic legs, the strength enhancing equipment within taking effect. With one swift motion, Loomi threw the mattress onto the net. It rocked back, swung for a moment, then settled. Easy.

"Well golly, that went better than I thought," the alien teen noted. "I only tested it with the chair last time..."

Loomi turned, a wide smile spreading across her face.


"Want me to do yours?"


 
The only weaver? Surely the Jedi Order was big enough to have three of them at the very least? What did they do when their clothes needed patching? Colette's tribe had one that was dedicated to fixing their clothing when they got too worn-out. The idea of not having someone with those skills just didn't want to compute, and especially not for a group the size of which the Order was.

But, it seemed Loomi was more interested in creation. It wasn't something that Colette could fault her for, she supposed. Creation was more tangible than maintenance. Once Loomi got to creating there was little that Colette could do but sit down and watch as the Godoan added her mattress to her newly constructed bed.

"I'm, uh… Good." Colette said and patted her own mattress. "This is already too soft for me."

"I grew up while on the move. Eventually I just kind of learned to find comfort in most places."

"What made you want to build this… Swing bed?"


Loomi Loomi
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"What made you want to build this… Swing bed?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, hoisting herself up onto the edge and kicking her mechanical legs, much like one would do on a swing. "Seemed like fun, I guess. And nobody is around to tell me not to do it..."

She paused for a moment, spacing out and retreating back into her mind. Who had been telling her what she couldn't do before. A hulking shadow, barking orders at her that she could vaguely understand. They were brandishing something...

And then she was back to reality. Everything was back to how it was before, locked up in the back of her mind. It seemed that, whatever was trying to surface for her to see, it wasn't going to be recalled any time soon. The Godoan's face became flush red with embarrassment as she came back to her senses.

"Gosh, I'm sorry," Loomi chuckled awkwardly, "I think I zoned out for a minute."

Loomi's curiosity shifted back to Colette. Constantly on the move, huh? Perhaps her people were nomadic. It must have been nice, knowing where you were from. She probably wouldn't ask about that.

"So, how'd ya end up here?" she asked. "Y'know, with the Jedi and all?"


 
Loomi Loomi

There was something liberating in that mindset Colette supposed. Do what you want because why not? She looked at Loomi and noticed the way that she seemed to zone out. It was an all too familiar experience lately, but one that Colette was getting under control with each passing day.

When Loomi snapped back to it, Colette gave her a weak smile.

"One of the knights from the order found my tribe. When he discovered my latent force abilities they told me to leave with him."
The little tribal looked down on the ground, thoughtful frown and all. It was probably to have one less mouth to feed, but she imagined it wasn't easy for the others either. "So I haven't been here long."

She could count the weeks with one hand at best.

"What about you?"
She asked. "Did they find you because of you weaving?"
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"I actually learned weaving here," she admitted, "Haven't really been doing it for long. I found an old dusty guide that hadn't been touched for a while. Before I was just wandering around in the undercity until I ran into a Jedi master. Next thing I knew, here I was."

Not exactly glamorous, and she left out the details about her having no memory of where she was from or how she wound up all messed up. That wasn't important, or at least she didn't exactly want to talk about it. Loomi didn't exactly like running around trying to garner people's sympathy.

"I haven't been here for long either," Loomi stated. "It's been... interesting. I feel like I've done more in like the month I've been here then I've ever done in my life..."

Wait, had she said life? That sounded like a gateway into talking about backstory. This revelation made the Godoan only ever so slightly flustered.

"Wh-which I can accurately recall," she added in a slight panic.


 
Loomi Loomi

Which she could accurately recall? What? Colette gave the Godoan an incredulous look for a moment before she shook her head and went back to something else that Loomi had brought up.

“So it’s just kind of what the Jedi do, huh?”
She wondered aloud. “Bump into people and bring them here.”

If she didn’t know better, which she did, she’d say that almost seemed a bit malicious. A religious structure built upon a foundation of happenstance and good fortune wasn’t much of a structure at all. From what the Elder had said before, Colette assumed it was a bit like building a castle in sand and how unstable it was supposed to be.

“I don’t even know how I use the force yet, just that I am supposed to be able to.” She said and grabbed for the canteen and grabbed a drink before she put it back down again. “I’ve seen the others, and it’s something else.”

“It’s… Almost kind of scary, isn’t it? All that power being there and you never really know it.”
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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“It’s… Almost kind of scary, isn’t it? All that power being there and you never really know it.”

"I... guess it kinda is," Loomi frowned, tilting her head and placing a finger on her chin. "I never really thought about it before..."

It was like a survival instinct to her. She didn't know why, but she knew that the force had protected her from... something. Loomi wasn't sure of what. She didn't remember it, after all.

"I suppose I've been to preoccupied with other fears," she sighed, before quickly becoming nervous. "Golly, I-I don't know where I was going with that..."

Who was she kidding? She knew exactly where she was going with that. Perhaps it was best if she was just upfront about the entire ordeal. Maybe it would spare her some out of the blue pity later down the line, if not at least move past her momentary embarrassment.

"Have... you ever forgotten something really important?" the Godoan asked. "Woken up in a sweat knowing that something should be there, but it isn't?"


 
Loomi Loomi

It seemed that the more Colette got to know about her roommate, the more clear it grew that something about her was off. Not in a bad way, just that she was most likely dealing with something deeply personal.

"No," Colette answered the question truthfully. "Not that I can remember."

She frowned for a moment and looked to the ground in thought. This was probably not the best of conversations. At least it didn't feel like it with how Loomi reacted to it.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad." She said and looked up. "We can talk about something else if you want."
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad."

"N-no, you didn't do anything," Loomi stammered. "I just, y'know, really suck at talking, and we were starting to talk about our backstories and stuff, and I... kinda sorta can't remember mine. And it would be super weird if you told me about your tribe and all and I had nothing to talk about, so I thought maybe I should just rip the bandage off and get it out of the way, but I sorta didn't lead into it very well and..."

The Godoan stopped herself for a moment, calming her nerves. She was making this a lot more goofy than it had to be. The point was out there, and she just needed to let it be. Everything was fine.

"Y'know," she began again with an awkward smile, "Maybe talkin' about something else ain't a bad idea."


 
Loomi Loomi

Loomi couldn't remember her backstory? Colette gave her worry away for a moment as she softened her look and let her brows knit in concern. It was a very personal experience, and given how Loomi was reacting it wasn't much of a good one. As much as the temptation of asking for more details was there, Colette knew better than to do that.

"Pretty clever, doing that thing with your bed." She said and pointed at the Godoan's bed. "What more ideas do you have?"
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
Tags: Colette Colette

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"What more ideas do you have?"

"Yeah," Loomi nodded, a more genuine smile coming back. She could talk about that. "I'm sorta just experimenting with it right now, y'know? My teacher told me a lot of different things about what she could do with weaving, or I guess the guide she wrote did."

That was a weird case in and of itself. Her poorly written letter to Auteme, who she would very shortly after sending the letter discover to be the chancellor of the entire Galactic Alliance. She was supposed to keep their meeting on the down low. Something about political enemies? Loomi didn't really understand, but she respected the woman enough to stick to her word.

"I think I'm gonna try my hand at art, I think," she decided. "I'm probably gonna suck, but I wanna start working up to something big."

One thing had stuck out about the guide, a mention of Auteme's most notable achievement, at least to her neurotic teenage brain.


"I want to make a dragon."

 
Loomi Loomi

"You know, in my tribe we had weavers who specialized in making these… Really impressive coats made of bantha's hair of all things." Colette snickered at the memory. "If the fabric is washed properly the smell goes right out, and on cold desert nights you'll be more than happy to have them."

"Okay, so what kind of dragon are you thinking of?"
She then said and shifted out of her bed and over towards Loomi. "I've heard of a lot of different kinds of dragons. Krayt dragons are the ones people spoke of the most, though."

"Ooo, what about a broidery?"
Where was this confidence coming from? Where did the stammering go? "You know, to get the details on a flat surface first before you do something bigger?"

"If—"
The confidence sunk back down again, the excitement clashed with uncertainty. "If the weaving lets you do that."
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"I've given it some thought," Loomi responded. "Turns out there's a lot of dragons out there. I was thinking something cool like a Spark-dragon."

Embroidery? That was...

Something came to her in that moment. It was simple, fleeting, but clearly distinct. The silhouette of a woman loomed in the distance, drawing thread through a piece of fabric. As her sight drew closer, she could clearly make out ornate floral patterns on a vibrant lavender gown.

Then it was gone, and Loomi came back to her senses. She had seemingly just zoned out again.

"O-oh, right," she stammered. "It should, I think. My mentor said that you can do all kinds of things with it. It's all really overwhelming though, and I haven't gotten anything more complex than a net done so far. I definately need some practice..."

She turned back to Colette, her singular eye lighting up.


"Your people have weavers?"

 
Loomi Loomi

The zoning out would take some getting used to but Colette was not impatient enough to find it irritating as much as somewhat unpredictable. Whatever it was that triggered these moments seemed to put Loomi in a state where she just didn't really register much of anything else, and as far as afflictions went that was pretty tame. Colette could recognize it in some of the people that her tribe had met on the road after they'd been attacked. Her elder had said they were so very afraid that they needed to take some time out from everything around them to heal.

And if this was what healing was, well… Colette would do what she could.

"Well, sure we do."
She said and smiled at Loomi. "Our clothes had to be made from something."

"Back home we had a lot of respect for those who clothed and fed us. It was usually some of the more time consuming aspects, and vital when it came to not starving or freezing to death. So, I guess it just feels natural to have a respect for what you are doing too, you know?"


Colette raised her brows and glanced up at the bed in front of her with a happy grin. "I mean, the bed looks great. You did good with it."
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"I mean, the bed looks great. You did good with it."

Loomi beamed, becoming red in the face.

"Aw, shucks," she laughed, "It ain't that impressive... But it didn't fall apart, so I guess I'm on the right track."

The Godoan was all fuzzy inside. She wasn't used to praise, at least as far as she was aware. It was as though she was a child, receiving an uncommon desert for good behavior. Loomi was quick to recompose herself though.

The fuzzy feeling didn't go away however. In fact, it wasn't really that fuzzy anymore. It was clawing, a flurry within her stomach from a raging beast within.

"G-golly," Loomi frowned. "I was so focused on weaving the bed-hammock-thingy that I didn't get lunch... Hey, I had an idea!" The girl jumped to her feet, her antennae curling upwards. "You know your way around yet? I could give you a short tour on the way to the cantina. I basically know this place like the back of... uh..."

She had forgotten the saying. Weird.


"Whatever, I know how to navigate well I mean. Yeah."

 
Now that was a familiar sound. Colette smiled at the rumbling stomach with a lopsided grin.

“I think that would be a good idea.” She said and looked over at the door. “I know where it is, kind of. I just don’t how to get there from here yet.”

“This whole place is a maze. I swear it’s a lot larger on the inside than it appears from the outside, wouldn’t you say?”

Loomi Loomi
 

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Coruscant, Jedi Temple
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"That's cause it is, I think," Loomi noted. "The Temple has a bunch of old sections that go down to the surface of Coruscant... I think, anyways. The book I read said it in a lot of really large words."

Loomi was not very good at reading, and she wrote just as poorly. She was trying her best to improve, but the process was very slow, and the large texts her studies had her reading regularly certainly didn't help.

"But I know my way around, kinda," she shrugged, "So it's all good. Come on!"

There was very little hesitation as she walked out the door, quickly scooping up the gourd that held her familiar to hook onto her belt.

"Alright, which way do you wanna go?" the Godoan asked. "Through the gardens or past the Kyber Arch?"


 

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