Bjorn had decided the best way to approach someone... was to just not.
Sure, there were no rules stating you couldn't just go wild here, but there were definitely some lovely people here, and he wasn't a saint. You could take the spacer out of the flirt, but couldn't take the flirt from the spacer. And there were many beautiful people here.
So much so, he had taken to staying away from crowds to keep from staring. So many emotions and moods, so many with their own agendas and lives... he often wondered if it would be rude to ask what was going on in their heads, but according to his Master just going up and asking a random Jedi just wasn't what you could do. He had been in the Order long enough, had pledged himself and proved himself in his trials, but he still felt like the odd man out in many ways. Many were far more adept at complex Force manipulations and he... just was good at fixing things.
And breaking them.
This was the sixth time he broke the cot by just lying on it. It wasn't his fault! They made the things so bloody dinky and small, he might as well have slept outside for the night.
So snagging a snack from the pantry, he began to make his way outdoors to a cool, clean night. Taking in a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, he began to descend into the darkness of the jungle. Who knew.
Perhaps he would meet someone, and if so, hopefully find a fellow soul amidst the chaos that could be the Order.
@JediKnightJocedorOakther
Sure, there were no rules stating you couldn't just go wild here, but there were definitely some lovely people here, and he wasn't a saint. You could take the spacer out of the flirt, but couldn't take the flirt from the spacer. And there were many beautiful people here.
So much so, he had taken to staying away from crowds to keep from staring. So many emotions and moods, so many with their own agendas and lives... he often wondered if it would be rude to ask what was going on in their heads, but according to his Master just going up and asking a random Jedi just wasn't what you could do. He had been in the Order long enough, had pledged himself and proved himself in his trials, but he still felt like the odd man out in many ways. Many were far more adept at complex Force manipulations and he... just was good at fixing things.
And breaking them.
This was the sixth time he broke the cot by just lying on it. It wasn't his fault! They made the things so bloody dinky and small, he might as well have slept outside for the night.
So snagging a snack from the pantry, he began to make his way outdoors to a cool, clean night. Taking in a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, he began to descend into the darkness of the jungle. Who knew.
Perhaps he would meet someone, and if so, hopefully find a fellow soul amidst the chaos that could be the Order.
@JediKnightJocedorOakther