Thursday, November 03, 2005

Qui-Gon : Focusing on Reality

The cave was lit by several lights in decorative Tiffany glass shades. The multicoloured brightness shone on the two residents.
Qui-Gon Jinn, the Force Ghost, and Ogopogo, the Sarlacc, were engaged in a game. There was a map before them, with several well painted pewter figurines placed in strategic squares. Dice of many shapes and colours were scattered around.
Qui-Gon sat, cross-legged, in front of a notebook and a pencil.

"The room you are in smells of mould and rotting flesh," Ogopogo said, his voice like gurgling grinding. "The walls are smeared with dark blood. You can see several hobgoblins, who are mumbling in the corner. There are..."
Qui-Gon interrupted. "Hey, can I use your 'fresher again, man?"
The Sarlacc stopped rolling dice over in his tentacle. "Again? Geez! Go on, just make it quick. I want for your Half-Elf to see the power of the +2 Sword of Wounding."
"Thanks." The apparition dashed off. He returned a few minutes later.
Ogopogo regarded him with a concerned eye-less beak as he floated by.
"I didn't even know that ghosts use the can, man. Are you nervous?"
Qui-Gon laughed, the fray of his nerves obvious in his voice. "Nope. No way, man. You'd know if I was nervous 'cause, like, I'd throw up."
The ghost settled back down.
"You ready?" Ogopogo asked. He took up his two sapphire dice in his ropy tentacle.
Qui-Gon sat still for a moment. There was a sudden acute look of distress that ran across his features and he bolted for the entrance of the cave, a hand clapped over his mouth. Once outside, he dropped to his spectral knees and proceeded to empty his ethereal stomach on the chilly night sands. He sat on his heels and regained his composure, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Slowly, he rose and re-entered the cave.
The Sarlacc asked him,
"You all right there, man?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Sorry. Must have been something I ate."
"Looked more like everything you ate. How many brownies did you have?"
The ghost shook his head. "Not that many."
A long tentacle reached out to pat the incorporeal being on the shoulder, but merely phased through him. "You're nervous. You can't lie."
Qui-Gon sat hard on the floor of the cave. His gaze dropped to the downward. "I can't deny it. I'm really nervous."
Ogopogo pushed several dice together over the map. "It's okay, buddy. It will all be over tomorrow."
Qui-Gon smiled. "It's not that, man. I'm cool with, like, whatever happens, you know? But, see, with Survivor leaving the holo-vid airwaves, that means that they'll need some new reality programme to fill its place. Even if I win, maybe next month I'll be singing for a spot on Alderaan Idol. Or working as an Apprentice to a Hutt. Or, like, even living some Surreal Life with all these wacky stars from years past."
"Creepy. See where you're coming from." The Sarlacc shrugged a tentacle and pulled his dice behind his fold-out screen. "Let's make the best of it here then."
"Cool. Your focus determines your reality."
Ogopogo continued narrating the mission. "Yeah! Well, your reality is that the hobgoblins have spotted Jard, your hero! Roll for 'inish'!"

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