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cocked) Okay, okay. (mutter)
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AUTHOR: ihadanepiphany In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a big fan of spacing. You have been warned.
I had to fill out one of these damn stupid questionnaires in school, took me hours. But at least I got a story out of it. Enjoy, if you can, review, if you will.
The Muntab Question is taken from books written by Terry Pratchett. What Obi Wan asks is the Muntab Question.
Question 6 is nothing but a shameless plug of a filk I wrote and posted. It's called, obviously, What Would You Do?
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Qui-gon Jinn stared at the data-pad in his hand.
'Question 1,' he read aloud. 'What do you think is the most important duty of the Jedi?' What the hell kind of bull was that? The Jedi only had one duty, the maintenance and safeguarding of peace and justice in the galaxy. They hadn't time for anything else. 'Question 2, how should this be accomplished?' Qui-gon tossed the pad across the room, he had better things to do with his free time.
The front door opened and Obi Wan walked in, scowling at a second datapad.
'Have you seen these questionnaires Master?' he asked. 'What were the Council taking?'
'The Council?' Qui-gon made his data-pad fly to his hand. 'The Council gave out these, things?'
'Yep.' Obi Wan emerged from the kitchen with a large sandwich. 'Everyone's got to fill one out, some kind of survey or summat.' (A/N means something)
'Who?' Qui-gon began, then common sense woke up. 'Mace.'
Obi Wan nodded, looking at the chronometer.
'We have to hand them in the morning and there's fifty questions.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Qui-gon grumbled. He went into the kitchen. 'Let me get some coffee and we'll get started.' He did so and Obi Wan picked up his data- pad.
'Question three,' he read. 'Do you agree with the current fashion trends in the Temple?'
'What fashion trends?' Qui-gon wondered. 'There hasn't been a fashion trend in this place since Yoda arrived.'
'I think he means those purple things the initiates have started wearing on their wrists.' Qui-gons face was blank.
'Purple things?'
'Just agree.'
'Why? Why would I agree when I don't understand it?'
'Just pretend you're a politician,' Obi Wan recommended. 'The initiates wear purple bands around their left wrist,' he continued hurriedly on seeing his Masters expression. 'It's for.' He paused. 'I don't actually know.'
Master and Padawan stared blankly at each other for a few moments.
'Let's just agree, yeah?' Qui-gon said at last. 'Question four, what your stance on the Muntab question?'
'Where the hell's Muntab?'
'As good an answer as any I suppose,' Jinn said after a bit.
'Fair enough. Question five, what could be done to improve Temple facilities?'
'Twenty-third floor 'freshers,' they said together.
'Question six,' Qui-gon continued. 'What would you do if you couldn't go home, cos yo' planets blown up, an' it's all space dust an' you lonely?' he read out slowly.
'Pass,' Obi Wan muttered.
'Seconded.'
'Question seven.' This continued for several hours until Qui-gon, shaking from caffeine overload said:
'Thank the Force! Question fifty. Only applicable to Master-Padawan teams.' He shrugged. 'Okay. Have you filled this questionnaire out with your Master/Padawan?' he and Obi Wan shared a look.
'I've got a bad feeling about this,' Obi Wan stated wearily.
'If so, this questionnaire is void. Another must be filled out.'
A moment of silence. Then two data-pads simultaneously smashed into the wall as
Jinn and Kenobi went for a much needed drink.
Just a little bitty kitty I threw together during study. If ya didn't like, tough.
AUTHOR: ihadanepiphany In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a big fan of spacing. You have been warned.
I had to fill out one of these damn stupid questionnaires in school, took me hours. But at least I got a story out of it. Enjoy, if you can, review, if you will.
The Muntab Question is taken from books written by Terry Pratchett. What Obi Wan asks is the Muntab Question.
Question 6 is nothing but a shameless plug of a filk I wrote and posted. It's called, obviously, What Would You Do?
=============================================================
Qui-gon Jinn stared at the data-pad in his hand.
'Question 1,' he read aloud. 'What do you think is the most important duty of the Jedi?' What the hell kind of bull was that? The Jedi only had one duty, the maintenance and safeguarding of peace and justice in the galaxy. They hadn't time for anything else. 'Question 2, how should this be accomplished?' Qui-gon tossed the pad across the room, he had better things to do with his free time.
The front door opened and Obi Wan walked in, scowling at a second datapad.
'Have you seen these questionnaires Master?' he asked. 'What were the Council taking?'
'The Council?' Qui-gon made his data-pad fly to his hand. 'The Council gave out these, things?'
'Yep.' Obi Wan emerged from the kitchen with a large sandwich. 'Everyone's got to fill one out, some kind of survey or summat.' (A/N means something)
'Who?' Qui-gon began, then common sense woke up. 'Mace.'
Obi Wan nodded, looking at the chronometer.
'We have to hand them in the morning and there's fifty questions.'
'Yeah, yeah,' Qui-gon grumbled. He went into the kitchen. 'Let me get some coffee and we'll get started.' He did so and Obi Wan picked up his data- pad.
'Question three,' he read. 'Do you agree with the current fashion trends in the Temple?'
'What fashion trends?' Qui-gon wondered. 'There hasn't been a fashion trend in this place since Yoda arrived.'
'I think he means those purple things the initiates have started wearing on their wrists.' Qui-gons face was blank.
'Purple things?'
'Just agree.'
'Why? Why would I agree when I don't understand it?'
'Just pretend you're a politician,' Obi Wan recommended. 'The initiates wear purple bands around their left wrist,' he continued hurriedly on seeing his Masters expression. 'It's for.' He paused. 'I don't actually know.'
Master and Padawan stared blankly at each other for a few moments.
'Let's just agree, yeah?' Qui-gon said at last. 'Question four, what your stance on the Muntab question?'
'Where the hell's Muntab?'
'As good an answer as any I suppose,' Jinn said after a bit.
'Fair enough. Question five, what could be done to improve Temple facilities?'
'Twenty-third floor 'freshers,' they said together.
'Question six,' Qui-gon continued. 'What would you do if you couldn't go home, cos yo' planets blown up, an' it's all space dust an' you lonely?' he read out slowly.
'Pass,' Obi Wan muttered.
'Seconded.'
'Question seven.' This continued for several hours until Qui-gon, shaking from caffeine overload said:
'Thank the Force! Question fifty. Only applicable to Master-Padawan teams.' He shrugged. 'Okay. Have you filled this questionnaire out with your Master/Padawan?' he and Obi Wan shared a look.
'I've got a bad feeling about this,' Obi Wan stated wearily.
'If so, this questionnaire is void. Another must be filled out.'
A moment of silence. Then two data-pads simultaneously smashed into the wall as
Jinn and Kenobi went for a much needed drink.
Just a little bitty kitty I threw together during study. If ya didn't like, tough.