Wavefunctions in a Caf Cup

[Jessica Med-Beq]

After what she was made to live onboard a ship with an intoxicated general, Jessica knew that she did, in fact, need to stop somewhere and relax for a few days. I might be a Jedi, but behind a Jedi, its skills and its accomplishments, there is still a person behind all of this, its biological needs and wants, she thought, while stopping on Randon, and wearing clothing that would make her look as normal as a human lady with the morphology of a female Wookiee (albeit a rather petite Wookiee female) would be. She had to bend her head a little lower so as to not hit the caf shop' door, but she knew that she would likely want to stop for some caf like she never drank it, not realizing that someone, somewhere ([member="Baros Sal-Soren"]) would want to learn extra from her. But that someone would rather not come until her identity as a Jedi could be confirmed, even though she doesn't feel there is any real malevolent intent from him in her visions. In the meantime, she took a seat inside the caf shop. While reviewing the menu, her attention was brought upon an item that she seemingly always heard about it among officers that served under her in the major engagements but never drank it herself: matcha latté. Some sort of green tea with steamed milk, apparently.

"May I take your order?"

"One large matcha latté please"

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Baros didn't drink caf. In fact he frowned on it, considered it dreck. Greta on the other hand delighted in drinking it around him. It was a small rebellion that she allowed herself against her boss that he thankfully would brush away with a remark or wrinkled nose. It was unspoken between them that she would just do what was needed, and he would put up with her small little purposeful protests against his aristocratic leanings.

Today she was wrapped head to two in a warm coat. The winter chill outside had driven her away from the form fitting attire and into large, yet fashionable, coats. She stood out among the crowd, but that was intentional. One simply did not just accidentally attract attention like Greta was prone to do. It was an art; finesse was required. It was for these (and other talents) that Sal-Soren paid her well, but this one particular skill had become less useful as her role as 'Spokesmodel' transformed more into 'Personal Assistant'.

"Straight. Dark. Strong," she said to the female across the count, "I want you to burn the back of my mouth with flavour, not temperature."

Slidding on to the seat at the counter and to the right of the register, Greta locked her eyes onto the holonews playing out on a screen behind the counter.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"I'm Jessica"

While the barista in front of them was busy preparing the matcha latté, and thereafter a straight, dark, strong caf, the female seated next to her seemed to have something odd about her. [member="Baros Sal-Soren"], however, doesn't know anything yet about Jessica, beyond what is known among the general public about her; even then, to the extent she made the news, it was often in relation to engagements fought by the Silvers. I feel perhaps that she is someone with whom I can have the very sort of discussions I had with Ultimatum when I was training the Shard inside him at various stages of his Jedi training. I know that I have to tread lightly because, even though I know the topic is somewhat taboo among FUs, it can also be problematic with NFUs as well, regardless of whether or not they know anything at all about quantum mechanics or quantum field theory, she thought, while realizing that the barista was busy with processing a bunch of orders placed by customers all over the place. Once the cup of matcha latté was in front of Jessica, the blonde Jedi began to talk about the various sets of Force-beliefs:

"With all those Force-users being in the public limelight, including but not limited to, the holonews, one would think that people may start to have their own theories on the Force, regardless of whether or not one can actually use it. As much as I would like to say that there are so many theories about the Force, so many beliefs possible, I would like to know, for example, if you believe the Force to have a will, or a morality, and then I will tell you how I feel about that sort of stuff"

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Greta could here the woman next to her talking, but presumed that she was not talking to her because, well, why would she? She came here to get caf, not to meet someone, and if someone was talking then it was likely that they (like most other people in the room) to someone that they knew. However, Greta continued to feel the awkward sensation that she was the target, and then a quick glance to the side saw that to be true. Her eyes widened just a little.

"Do...I...know you?" She said. With a couple of glances about the room, she noted where everyone else was sitting. It did not seem like she was being acousted in some surprise sting or anything.

"Can I make that caff to go please?" She said to the barista, who looked a little annoyed with her request given that the mug of strong black caff was already on its way to Greta's spot at the counter. As she waited for her caff, she turned and made eye contact with the blonde, stranger. "You seem to be really keen on chatting people up randomly, but you seem more my bosses type than mine...especially with all that Force business." Her caff was placed in front of her, and with a nod she picked it up and started off towards the door.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Randomly? Sometimes a new environment can benefit a Jedi; the temple is great for certain purposes, just that meeting new people is a welcome break from a rather cloistered life"

Once the caf was, in fact, served to [member="Baros Sal-Soren"]'s assistant, she kept repeating to herself that it's not random sampling even though it may be done blindly. Blind sampling is not the same thing as random sampling, although they were related to each other. So she drank her matcha latté while Greta just started drinking her dark caf. As for how cloistered Jessica's life may be, it's often what befalls Jedi of any rank when operations remain low-key (often at the temple proper for the Jedi outside of the ISAF's chain of command, but those who were part of the ISAF were often stationed at their base instead, with a few others, like Varindar, who would work elsewhere outside of Jedi duty). Thus it was a welcome change for Jessica to be in that caf shop. But she knew that, whoever Greta's boss is, her boss would be getting his money's worth with Jessica, within certain limits of course. Jessica would be rather happy to be having this discussion regardless of its outcome: there were only a handful of people with whom she had it, but she had to remain mindful of possible pointlessness.

"As for your boss. He would be lucky to find a Jedi willing and able to discuss the nature of the Force with him, he may as well make the most out of one such meeting. With me he will be exposed to another view of the Force, which, while rather exotic, is fresh"

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Greta was just reaching the door of the cafe when the mystery blonde decided to continue the conversation. Greta stopped in her tracks and spun about on her heels. With a fierce bite of her bottom lip, she marched back up to the stranger. "Look. I figure you must know who I am or something...seen an interview...a commercial...some of my modelling work perhaps," she said with a huff, "and you probably know who my boss is in that case. Don't worry. I get this all the time. He's a cute rich guy. I know him too well to be interested, but you look like his type...so if you are wanting to chance to orbit his presence...or strike up a conversation or something...he will be at a public gala tonight at the Tal'Vari Promenade."

Greta smiled. Satisfied that she had done her best to pass the problem on to her boss. Baros could talk to this quack instead. "Oh...and if you want to get his attention...where something a bit snugger," Greta said with a quick wiggle of her finger that went up and down Jessica's attire.

With that, Greta Keo - master hellcat - made a quick exit from the caff shack.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Thank you"

Greta implied that was... quite different from what [member="Baros Sal-Soren"] seemed to like in a person, romantically speaking. And also that she appared on some advertising or runways. That was too quick, Jessica thought, while Greta left the shack rather precipitatedly. Now that there was a clue as to where to find Baros, and also that Greta suggested something that fits tighter than conventional Jedi robes, she had to check her wardrobe before she even attempted to buy a ticket for tonight's gala held at the Tal'Vari promenade. The one thing that fits tighter that she had on hand was that white dress she bought on Hosnian Prime while with Summer. Luckily there were still some tickets left for the gala so she bought one right after she got dressed with the white dress. As she was getting ready to get to the Tal'Vari Promenade for the night, using a cab, she knew that she didn't go to galas that often, but this time around, it was a clue left behind by an assistant of an attendee that led her to attend herself. Not that she didn't like them, it's just the purpose they served for either her or the people that wanted to meet with her that could induce changes. Upon arriving...

 

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Baros Sal-Soren was mingling, networking and otherwise hobnobbing. There did not seem to be anyone particularly 'attached' to Baros, no plus one. However, there were numerous people attempting to become so. Baros seemed politely disinterested as he manoeuvred skillfully from conversation to conversation. He had just come out of a conversation with an overbearing Elysian, and was directed by Greta towards an attractive blonde who had just arrived. "Jedi, you say?" He said with a surprised glance at Greta, "doesn't dress like any Jedi I have ever seen...or heard about."

After a moment or two of nodding and smiling conversations away before they could start, Baros found himself before the Jedi. "Baros Sal-Soren. I take it you are Jedi Jessica? Or is it Jessica Jedi...Jessica the Jedi?"

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Jessica the Jedi. Nice to meet you. You might be interested in learning more about the more exotic views on the Force I might hold"

In a world filled with ladies that are just as pretty as the other, even after taking all the differences in body types and features into account, light-siders have one incentive not to fall to the dark side: they can maintain youthful appearances if they don't abuse the Force or fall to the dark side. But she always regarded beauty as being common, maybe even dime-a-dozen-level of commonality. [member="Baros Sal-Soren"] would realize in due course that Jessica is, in fact, quite different from one's average Jedi and in many ways. However, she doesn't feel the time is ripe to expose all her ideas at once; she needed the proper hook to expose each individual idea. Just that, surrounded in what she feels is a canned world, if refined, she knows better than to show off what she knew. She knew that the etiquette could be strict in formal events; there were taboo topics and not-that-taboo ones, the latter being typically subject to ordering restrictions. But she would be happy to be talking about her own beliefs in the Force and the implications of her beliefs: she didn't often have that chance.

"But first I would like to know about whether you believe the Force to have a will"