saddeserthermit: (obi-wan: looking down)
saddeserthermit ([personal profile] saddeserthermit) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2017-04-07 06:46 pm
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Practical Diplomacy, Friday

Today the class was back in the Danger Shop, which had been transformed into a soulless, cavernous, white room with many, many serpentine lines of beaten-down looking people juggling luggage, children, and documentation. "Welcome to Immigration and Customs," Anakin said, looking a little too happy. He'd planned something awful for the students. Awful.

"The lives of diplomats aren't always all parties and intrigue," Obi-Wan said dryly. "In fact, rather a lot of it involves sitting in rooms much like this one, attempting not to lose one's mind."

"You have diplomatic passports, which grant you access in some cases to a line especially for you," Anakin said, "...just not in this case. You are also given a droid baby, who has been programmed to be hungry about three minutes ago. You have four bags to bring with you through the line, plus the baby, and the person in front of you has never travelled before and is extremely chatty. The person behind you can't find their documentation."

"But," Obi-Wan said, "You are on a different nation's soil, and you may not upset the locals." Beat. "Too much. So be diplomatic."

Anakin grinned evilly. "Also keep in mind that you have another flight to catch in three hours, on the other side of this checkpoint. After transferring your luggage and clearing another two checkpoints."

"And we are not telling you where the cantina is."