[ Walking amidst a forest of crystals, mostly alone, gives him plenty of time to think. The little bird he'd received sits on his shoulder, twittering now and then and only lending further weight to his nostalgic mood. Obi-Wan can't remember the last time he felt like he wanted to sing. The men would sometimes; songs in Mando'oa that weren't always proper for younger ears. The Jedi would sing to one another: to help the children to sleep in the creche, to share old stories, to take them through moving meditation.

Months have passed it feels like, and it's the first time since the end of the war began that Obi-Wan has let himself dwell on it at all. Allowed himself to miss what he remembered. The Jedi Order as it was. The thoughts would have swallowed him in their dark ichor of the mechanical bird didn't light up with song when he started to spiral. Maybe that's a big part of what gets him over the hurdle of encouraging himself to finish the objective.

He can either be found singing a lullaby or a working song in an unidentifiable language. ]

[ He thinks he has figured out the rules of the game. They are meant to be uncovering the mystery of some murder, but those details seem to matter less than what the people around them seem to think about him — or more accurately, his relationship with other people. Having yet to find the exit, and therefore unable to try to move on without playing along, leaves him doing things the old fashioned way. ]

Yes!

[ He declares, before the passenger next to him can answer the question Are you two together? in the lobby of their appointed hotel. He puts his hand out, laying his palm on their back — an unmistakably intimate gesture that draws the eye of the NPC. ]

We're together.

[ Maybe they've been travelling for a little while, maybe they've just bumped into one another, but either way the person with him has suddenly let go and plunged them both into darkness. Probably not a surprise, as there are many creative ways one could kill someone with a light saber or the Force or even physical skill. He knows what they are hearing, because he has heard it himself about them, and been making a concentrated effort on blocking it out. His mental shields are intense, which gives him a leg up in this car.

They are in almost perfect darkness, but Obi-Wan can sense the other person with distinct clarity. He holds out his hand between them, the screen of his communicator in his vambrace glowing around his wrist. ]

Take my hand. It's alright.

[ For maybe the first time since the Korogu car, Obi-Wan looks - and sounds - happy. If the objective is to relax, then who is he to question it? Obi-Wan can be found relaxing in the hotsprings and saunas and in the bar area, always with some kind of fruity looking cocktail situation, and always in something like this.

Otherwise, he can be found at the boardwalk legitimately engaging with the vendors and the games. Standing in front of one such stall involving targets and water pistols, Obi-Wan looks at the person next to him with a twinkle in his eye. ]

Do you want the big prize?