A capable teacher, the force is
Inspired by all the fics where Obi-Wan wasn't chosen because he was trying too hard. Staring, young Obi-Wan. The force doesn't work like that.
Day One, early morning Jedi Temple
Obi-wan strolled down the temple corridors fiddling with his short braid. He had meditated on his certainty of destiny, seriously considering the possibility that his desire to be a Jedi was just that his desire not the whisper of the force. He had roused from the meditation more certain than ever that he would be a Jedi and less certain that he would be a knight specifically. He also had this small braid.
The braid is meant to symbolise the teacher, the student and the force, the beads the trials they over come. But Obi-wan had no teacher currently, its presence would stop offers from coming, so what did it mean?
His strolling feet had helpfully lead him to the archive so Obi-wan claimed a data terminal and searched the history of braids. There was no example where the teacher was not represented but there was a four strand braid which additionally represented the temple of the pair. Apparently at the time there was a significant difference between trainees who acknowledged their temple and those who didn't. The micro history was filled with debates that were now irrelevant. All Jedi are temple Jedi now. Still it gave a possible answer to his braid, a temple to replace a teacher.
That concept felt familiar from something, oh right, 'it takes a village to raise a child'. Obi-wan had heard that in culture class just this month. Fascinated but too bewildered to give it proper appreciation and attention he walked away. He could always study further when he felt less dazed.
This time he found Blant who excitedly congratulated him on his apprenticeship. Then before he could explain dragged him eagerly to their Clan Leader who was quietly happy for him, before he knew it Obi-Wan was standing outside the crèche personal belongings in hand with strict instructions to enter his Masters ID in his file and get room furnishings before a full day passes.
Only he didn't have a Master with a padawan room so where was he going to sleep tonight? He turned intending to go back in and explain to the Clan Leader when he felt the tug of the force leading him elsewhere. Obi-wan followed and found it trying to lead him through walls using a method that reminded him more of a game than anything. He realised eventually that the target was residential sector 5C, a room for him?
There was another wall, the quartermasters map said there was a major pillar behind it but the force wanted him to go through the wall and not using the doors on either side. Doubtful Obi-wan poked the wall, a small section warbled, he pushed again harder and the hidden door opened. It was a room of decent size with a thick pillar going through it making it a less decent size. The force hummed in a pleased manner, so it was a room for him to use after all. It was really dusty.
Sitting down abruptly Obi-wan took a moment to process the stream of events since his meditation session. The possibility on offer was pretty clear but could he really do such a not done thing? He considered then decided to take a small gamble. Opening his data pad he typed in the temple ID where a masters ID should go. He watched it progress. The code worked, it also declared him an orphan padawan but the code worked. He was going to be a Jedi.
When the first rush of excitement had passed Obi-wan recalled the rest of his Clan Leader's instructions. He would need to get this room furnished today.
Looking around the space Obi-Wan wondered what he should get. A bed certainly, a writing desk and shelving to store his clothes & books might be all he needed. Yet this wasn't just going to be his room it would double as a whole apartment. No bathroom but there were public ones available, what else? He would think on it while cleaning this place.
Asking a knight in the halls where to get cleaning stuff was unnerving and effective. A cleaning droid that followed him suspiciously dashed off when it noted the dust and returned with reinforcements. They finished most of the job beeping angrily before they left to hunt down forgotten dust spots. He was grateful the little things had helped speed the process immensely. It was time to get everything he needed; hopefully the quartermaster would let him take it all. Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure how to get things from the quarter masters, at least he knew where it was.
The quartermasters joyous exclamation that he could take whatever he wanted as her gift on this auspicious day made him wonder if his clan leader knew of this 'gift'.
Still he had written a list of everything he needed that he passed to the assistant helping him. Ze took one look at it then chirped impressed, "You got chosen by a non-biocompatible master? They must see great things in you." After which ze changed and added items to his list saying "this is better," or "you will need that". Apparently ze could tell because no compatible master would have let him write his own list without adding linen, clothes and over a dozen small items that were considered necessary. Ze talked a lot but it was all useful.
First apparently was the large items, bed, mattress, tables, chairs. Mentioning the limited space and oddly shaped room added wall fixtures and stacking storage. His mention of using public washrooms gained him a traveller's luxury hygiene bag, "luxury because you'll be using it near daily for years of course", and a tabletop stove so he could try something different instead of going to the temple cantina all the time. Obi-Wan was already grateful, he wouldn't have thought of half these things on his own but the last bit really sealed it.
Ze walked him over to a terminal and brought up a dozen or so strange room shapes asking which one was his. While none of them fit exactly so Obi-wan pointed to the most similar floor plan. Ze sat him down and showed him different ways to arrange his new room explaining the purpose of each configuration. Somehow ze knew how to fit every last thing he had acquired into a padawan sleeping space, which was smaller than the pillar room in total, so it could act like a micro apartment. Obi-wan really wanted zer name, he was too embarrassed to just ask.
It takes the rest of that morning to move all the large furniture in even using the force to help. Obi-wan hurries through it because he gets the feeling that he would have to sign off on further loads if he waits until tomorrow. It takes three trips with the hover trolley and skipping meals but everything is brought in that day.
Obi-wan barely finished before the night bell and when he sat exhausted through and through at his new table all he could manage was joy and relief. Eventually he stumbled over to bed and slept without dreams.
I like the idea that if the force has a will then it can have opinions and favourites. Since it is formless its actions are so tiny they are called luck or chance. Obi-Wan meditating on his Jediness was basically a request for help and the force has taken interest. Also Obiwan stumbled on a digital loophole when he used the temple ID, any actual Masters ID would not be automatically verified.