Green Thumb Jedi
Attire: X
Ko was quick to ignore most kinds of letters and notifications. Easily converting most mail to spam to never see the light of day. If there was something important, he was confident that it would come to his attention in time. Was that lazy of the Jedi knight? Yes, and somewhat uncharacteristic of the diligent Kel Dor. But after subjecting himself to listening through the 200th piece of junk mail he allowed himself a bit of carelessness.
That was until he got his hands on a droid to help him with these sorts of things. An old and nosy protocol droid. RK-8 helps to sift through data clutters for the blind Jedi. Often able to do so at a breakneck pace to quickly discern what was or wasn’t worthwhile. They were also helpful in navigating the customs and laws of foreign worlds and cultures. But a droid’s logic wasn’t perfect all the time.
Ko’s invitation was eventually rediscovered when he was in the process of deleting old holomail to clear up space. Upon finding it he had his droid friend explain what it was to him…
Naturally the Kel Dor Jedi arrived late. A fun reminder of how he was not long after losing his eyesight. Where being able to tell the time was an annoying endeavor, even after getting himself an older analog watch for himself since it never adjusted to the time zones when he crossed and to other worlds.
Ko also had no time to procure himself a plus one as well as to not bother anyone with a last minute request for an event the nature of which he still wasn’t entirely aware of. The attire was also supposed to be semi-formal. Which he could work with having a few clothes that fit that well enough. Sure he’d be reusing clothes he’d been seen in before. But that was of no concern for the Kel Dor jedi. Ko had never been very fashion forward to begin with.
What did “semi-formal” even mean in a galaxy? Billions of systems and countless cultures meant that out there, somewhere, one man’s casual was another man’s formal. Where ostentatious could be modest. Ko simply wore a decent suit that complimented and paired with his natural hues well enough.
Fortunately, in a galaxy spanning civilization, that passage of time could act nearly as fluid as fashion. Meaning he wasn’t going to be as late as he feared he would be. Still however, it would be a tad embarrassing for the punctual Kel Dor. Once he entered the dinning hall he picked up on the signatures of quite a few of his peers. This many Jedi in what he presumed to be a private event was a tiny bit concerning. But also let Ko know that he would be around familiar and friendly company.
From what he could tell there was a lot of food as well with a lot of variety. Moments like these made Ko oddly grateful for the lack of eyesight so he didn’t need to feel bad about seeing or even smelling all the nice food that he would have difficulty enjoying. Although he imagined he could make due with something.
Soon enough Ko was ambushed by one of the staff here. Asking if they could get him anything and presented the Kel Dor with a menu. Which to him were for the most part blank sheets of paper. Holding it in his clawed hands he would attempt to actually discern its contents to the best of his ability. Furrowing his brows in concentration he was able to, just barely, make out some familiar words through the oh so subtle indents that he ink had on the paper. As if reading a piece of writing that someone had rubbed and erased over several dozen times. The fancy handwriting didn’t help either. Rich for a calligraphy dabbler like himself.
“Jasmine Green please.” Ko said before handing back the menu.
That was until he got his hands on a droid to help him with these sorts of things. An old and nosy protocol droid. RK-8 helps to sift through data clutters for the blind Jedi. Often able to do so at a breakneck pace to quickly discern what was or wasn’t worthwhile. They were also helpful in navigating the customs and laws of foreign worlds and cultures. But a droid’s logic wasn’t perfect all the time.
Ko’s invitation was eventually rediscovered when he was in the process of deleting old holomail to clear up space. Upon finding it he had his droid friend explain what it was to him…
. . .
Naturally the Kel Dor Jedi arrived late. A fun reminder of how he was not long after losing his eyesight. Where being able to tell the time was an annoying endeavor, even after getting himself an older analog watch for himself since it never adjusted to the time zones when he crossed and to other worlds.
Ko also had no time to procure himself a plus one as well as to not bother anyone with a last minute request for an event the nature of which he still wasn’t entirely aware of. The attire was also supposed to be semi-formal. Which he could work with having a few clothes that fit that well enough. Sure he’d be reusing clothes he’d been seen in before. But that was of no concern for the Kel Dor jedi. Ko had never been very fashion forward to begin with.
What did “semi-formal” even mean in a galaxy? Billions of systems and countless cultures meant that out there, somewhere, one man’s casual was another man’s formal. Where ostentatious could be modest. Ko simply wore a decent suit that complimented and paired with his natural hues well enough.
Fortunately, in a galaxy spanning civilization, that passage of time could act nearly as fluid as fashion. Meaning he wasn’t going to be as late as he feared he would be. Still however, it would be a tad embarrassing for the punctual Kel Dor. Once he entered the dinning hall he picked up on the signatures of quite a few of his peers. This many Jedi in what he presumed to be a private event was a tiny bit concerning. But also let Ko know that he would be around familiar and friendly company.
From what he could tell there was a lot of food as well with a lot of variety. Moments like these made Ko oddly grateful for the lack of eyesight so he didn’t need to feel bad about seeing or even smelling all the nice food that he would have difficulty enjoying. Although he imagined he could make due with something.
Soon enough Ko was ambushed by one of the staff here. Asking if they could get him anything and presented the Kel Dor with a menu. Which to him were for the most part blank sheets of paper. Holding it in his clawed hands he would attempt to actually discern its contents to the best of his ability. Furrowing his brows in concentration he was able to, just barely, make out some familiar words through the oh so subtle indents that he ink had on the paper. As if reading a piece of writing that someone had rubbed and erased over several dozen times. The fancy handwriting didn’t help either. Rich for a calligraphy dabbler like himself.
“Jasmine Green please.” Ko said before handing back the menu.
