Ask Campus Orientation Module 1

[Rowan Allaird]

“Oh yeah, because my major is infinitely more interesting than a Ranger that carries people out of warzones,” He looked at Jasper, and then to Crix, “And a dude with a literal lightsaber. Are you actually allowed to bring that thing to campus?”

Boom, just like that, both girls were back to looking at them. These two men were in for a ride if they thought anything came remotely close to being as interesting as being a Jedi or a Ranger. Rowan nibbled at his salad, just as curious as the girls about these two.

“So wait, like, can’t you just mindtrick your professors into giving you a good grade?”

Rowan paused his eating to look up with wide eyes. That was an excellent question, actually. Crix couldn’t do it remotely, but could he get an edge now that he was in person? Rowan wasn’t quite sure liked that thought.

One of the other girls twirled her hair and looked back at Jasper, “Can I feel your arm?” She asked outright, grinning widely, “You look like you work out.”

The Arkanian was entirely unfazed by this - having been around party girls and underclassmen enough. It was the Ranger and the Jedi that would be getting the reality check here.

He happily enjoyed his salad as one of the girls called over one of her friends because there was a Jedi at the table.

@Mr. Teatime @Nefieslab

 

[Jasper Holliday]

Jasper looked up again just as he was about to take a nice bite of his sandwich, Rowan's reversal bringing the attention back to the Zabrak and himself. Why couldn't he just eat his sandwich, man? Unfortunately the white-haired young man had a point, no offense to him.

"Could be. Can't judge if I don't know, right?" But that commentary did nothing to deter the girls around then. Well, he tried at least a little.

The Ranger insisted on taking taking the bite and drinking some drink at least before answering any follow-up questions and gave Rowan a look across the table. The Zabrak, who had admitted to being a Jedi in fact, got a bit of a wary side-eye as Jazz put his food down and brushed off some stray crumbs. His expression transitioned flawlessly into something amusedly disappointed as he looked at the girl who'd questioned him, leaning his other elbow against the table.

"Sure, if you say 'please'," Jazz smoothly replied. "Please?" He grinned a little and raised his arm up for her feel up. Her fingers pressed against the skin beneath his hoodie and he curled his arm to flex. "Need to keep in shape for Rangering, right?"Carrying folks and gear was hard work and even before that he'd done a lot of physical stuff back on Llanic as a kid and the results were pretty obvious. After a moment stood up from his seat.

"Check this out, hang on," he said and straightened, curling his arm up. The girl hung on and her feet left the ground for a moment before he put her back down. "Just don't ask for help moving."

@Sreeya @Nefieslab

 

[Crix Aran]

Gods, hells and Force be good but Rowan was determined to turn them back onto him and Jasper wasn't he? Well, Crix quickly swallowed the mouthful of wrap to avoid being caught with his mouth full and decided that it was better to clear up some things in the mean time. Rowan raised a point that would likely come up again in the future so he decided to answer it head on.

And kind of lie.

"If I was one of the older Jedi I'd probably give some kind of lecture about how a Jedi is more than just a laser sword." he joked before shrugging ever so slightly, "I think it technically falls under a cultural exception, cus of the religious implications of the Force and stuff? But no, you don't need to worry about my lightsaber lighting up in the middle of campus."

Technically no lies there but he didn't deny that he had his lightsaber hidden on his person. With how badly things tended to go for Jedi who stepped outside the Temple (especially Padawans), it was a terrible idea to be without it. Bringing it to a college was, also, a bad karking idea but he had to pick and choose which option was worse. Potentially being caught with his lightsaber hidden away, used only in emergencies, was marginally better than being caught without it during a Sith terrorist attack or AMS outbreak or whatever else decided to go wrong.

Sometimes it felt like Crix didn't actually have a right answer anymore.

The mindtrick?

"That's not really how the Force works - the mindtrick only works on people with a weak mind and tends to be fairly easy for people to spot if they're paying attention." He smirked ever so slightly, but it was ultimately a rather forced thing, "Corny to say it but I'd only be cheating myself and doing something shady as hells to the professors; which I don't ever wanna do. And I'm Out and proud as a Jedi - so everyone is gonna be waiting and watching, right?"

More people were beginning to arrive as one of them called over some friends. Crix was... beginning to feel a little bit penned in. He hadn't missed the side-eye the Ranger had given him and it reminded him of his last run in with Rangers on Coruscant. With a racist Ranger trying to arrest him for defending a literal orphanage against rampaging droids. The scars on the back of his head started to itch a little bit, a phantom itch that he knew he couldn't actually scratch.

He wasn't going to be able to finish his wrap in peace, was he? Crix gave Rowan a rather awkward smile and mini-shrug as if to apologize for the commotion.

@Mr. Teatime @Sreeya