A couple nights ago I had a hyper-realistic dream about driving down about two miles of perfectly normal highway. The only even slightly bizarre thing about the entire dream was the man on the motorcycle who drove past me wearing incredibly accurate obi-wan kenobi cosplay
That diagram of the Jedi temple got me thinking that it would have a very collegiate atmosphere
“Wanna get some food?” “The refectory’s closed.” “What about the one in the east wing?” “They put so much cheese in EVERYTHING though.”
Younglings excusing themselves from class, using the restroom, and then taking “the long way” back (which takes forty-five minutes)
All sorts of nefarious goings-on happen in the meditation gardens after midnight
There’s a loth-cat loose in the dorms. No one knows who it belongs to, but it has been there for weeks.
Jocasta Nu would very much like to know who keeps changing the desktop backgrounds on the library computers to a close-up of Mace Windu’s angry face, although she’s not sure whether she would prefer to punish them or hire them on as an assistant
Kit Fisto is a bit of a legend in the dormitories, rumored to have scaled the Tower of Reconciliation on a dare using nothing but tied-together bedsheets. He demurrs when asked about it, which only adds more fuel to the fire.
Though not officially sanctioned, there is a temple radio station. Tune in late at night to hear everything from traditional Gungan music to deep cuts from outer rim punk bands
Quinlan Vos is a library napper #confirmed
Groups of padawans sneaking through the main hall at night, when everything is empty and silent, their giggles echoing off the vaulted ceiling and bouncing back at them from a thousand directions
They say that the memorial to Qui-Gon Jinn in the Temple Spire is haunted. Every now and then a knight will camp out next to it in hopes of catching a glimpse of the paranormal, and some come back claiming to have heard strange sounds. Then again, they may have just been hearing Eeth Koth’s art-noise band rehearsing.
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