( datapad entry )

*spends a long time taking a nice, hot shower*

*eventually gets around to writing the report afterwards*

( private datapad entry )

*meditates for a short time*

*changes out of the pirate gear and into his new black Jedi uniform*

*decides to head to a training salle and work out his frustration that way for a few hours*

*decides to clean his quarters for no particular reason*

*picks up the old holostill that fell out of a stack of files, stares at it for a long moment*

*sends copies to both Obi-Wans and both Anakins in case they'd care to have it*


( three generations of Jedi )

((Takes place days ago. But since the typist wasn't around...))

*dressed up and played Santa Claus for the Younglings, handed out gifts and lightsaber candy canes, with several older Padawans dressed up as his reindeer, sadly not including Barriss since she was sick*

*late in the night snuck around and left quite a few people some presents, the more notable ((meaning I just couldn't figure out what Qui would give everyone, but let's pretend he did give almost everyone a gift)) being...*

( Presents! This may or may not be edited later. )

*has something sent to darkside_anakin's quarters*

*two nicely wrapped gifts; one containing an elaborate toolkit for a speeder, and the other a lightsaber crystal ((let's assume Qui knew the specific colour Anakin wanted and chose that))*

*also, a note:*

Anakin,
Missed seeing you at the party. Here are your gifts. You'd do better assembling the lightsaber on your own. If you need guidance and your Master isn't available, I'm always willing to help you.
Happy holidays!
              Qui-Gon

*talks with Obi-Wan about Anakin and Dooku going missing, decides to help out*

*currently waiting inside his hotass pirate ship™ with Obi-Wan, and possibly others (Mace, Yaddle?) ((*has no idea*))*

*comms the various other people involved in the laughable rescue mission* If we have coordinates, people, we're ready to go!

*prepares the ship to leave*

( Rambling private datapad entry of melodramatic angst and woe )

*goes out shopping for his Secret Santa stuff and other assorted items*

*also checks into possible clothing options for Rock-Wan Jinn Rohc-Kyy*

*blah blah angst blah blah woe for the main course, with a side of abusing Force persuasion; all in all a normal day in the life of the space pirate Jedi*

( I want a refund. )


ETA: *remembers to notify the Council in some way*

I'm interested in taking another Padawan. When are you guys usually out of your comas long enough to decide on these matters? Let me know. Qui-Gon.

*sends a Temple wide notice*

If you are currently sexually active or plan to be in the future, you must refrain. The Temple has developed a terrible odor (wonder no more what it is you're smelling) and the ruckus keeps non participants awake at night.

Master Yoda will be more than happy to display a Shenon VII mating ritual for all to see in the Room of a Thousand Fountains if the rampant intimate relations continue. I doubt attendance will be optional.

Don't shoot the messenger. I offered to import industrial cleaning droids, no charge.

We all know none of you will actually stop, so start cleaning up after yourselves and break out the incense and scented candles. Come see me personally if you're interested in extremely discounted goods, including an assortment of gags to help muffle the noise.

*goes to talk to his "sources" about importing the cleaning droids anyway*

( private datapad entry )


*deeply conflicted and frustrated, paces the corridors of the Temple for a while, mulling over his thoughts and coming to no decisive conclusion*

*decides to attempt meditation in one of the currently unoccupied indoor gardens, where it's quiet and peaceful and he's not likely to be disturbed*

Sometimes I have to wonder if it's something I said or did that has most of my Jedi line hating me and wanting me to die again. Then I come to my senses and remember they're crazy and evil and none of it could possibly be my fault.

There's just no pleasing some people.


ETA: http://www.dooku.net/

*sets it to play Tarzan Boy in the background, amuses self for hours*

My return to the temple clearly caused the universe to temporarily shut down.