001✖Arrival
May. 6th, 2020 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The Jedi suddenly jolted upright from his slumber, reaching up to rub his eyes before he hissed softly in pain and lowered his hand. The motion had stung, the burn still somewhat fresh and in the process of healing. A white bandage was across his eyes and what seemed to be medical devices of some sort were attached at the ends of the bandage. His hands ran along whatever it was he was now sitting upright on feeling an unfamiliar fabric beneath his fingers. This wasn't his bunk back on the Ghost and that worried him. He felt around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings and carefully pulled himself off of the couch. He tapped his foot against the floor - smooth, hard... not dirt or carpet. It didn't sound like metal either. Perhaps stone of some sort?]
[The soft sound of a piano playing met his ears and he turned towards where he thought it may have been coming from.]
"...Hello?"
[His voice echoed back to him and there's quite some time before there is a response. When it did come, it wasn't in a voice familiar to him but he stiffened at the sound of his name. His real name, not the name he had chosen to go by. A name that he only let one person know and that voice was not hers. 'Welcome to Hotel Nexus, Mr. Dume. If you could please make your way to the reception desk, we would be honored to assist you with check-in.' ]
[He didn't answer immediately, trying to gauge where the voice had come from. He gingerly started to make his way in that direction, hands occasionally stretching out to ensure he didn't run into anything. He eventually found his way to the desk, frowning at the unseen person there.]
"...Jarrus. The name is Kanan Jarrus. Who are you and where am I?"
[His tone was a bit on the demanding side - but who could really blame him? The voice didn't seem bothered by his tone though as it pressed two items into his hands. A card of some sort and a box. 'I am The Concierge and this is the Hotel Nexus. We look forward to serving you during your stay here, Mr. Dume. You'll find in your hands a keycard to your suite - suite number 1999 - and a box containing your complementary communication device. You will find that you already have a roommate, perhaps they can assist you with getting settled in.' ]
[He felt a rush of annoyance and confusion at those words - they really hadn't cleared much of anything up. What kind of vague bullshit was that, anyways? Not to mention the asshole used his real name.]
"I don't have time for this..."
[The irritation was clear in his voice but this time, no answer came.]
"...Hello? Are you still there?"
[He reached out with the Force but there was nothing across from him and there was no further vocal response to his questions. Whoever had been there apparently wasn't there now... He sighed in frustration, slipping the keycard into a pocket and opening the box. Inside he felt a familiar device - it felt much like his comlink.]