Yesterday, I met up with
ellen_fremedom and
sanj at the Takoma Park Folk Festival, which is always a delight. I stumbled through a round of contradancing, and harried Ellen and Sanj into the klezmer dancing exhibition.
While we were watching that, I had the thought -- Jedi must get taught all sorts of ettiquette and social skills for their roles as diplomats. In many cultures, being able to dance is a skill all adults have -- dancing is a fundmental life skill, as it's the way one meets marriageable people of the opposite sex and makes informal connections that grease the wheels of politics.
And we know that dance is an art form still respected on Coruscant, as Anakin meets Palpatine at a Mon Calamari opera/ballet performance.
So the padawans have some interesting classes when they're teenagers.
Dancing, in various styles and formalities. Alien cuisine (AKA how to eat live frogs and LIKE it). Formal forms of address for planetary nobility. How to wear a poncho without looking like a complete dork (uhm, most of the characters failed that one, I think.) Music appreciation -- or toleration, at least.
Somehow I've never seen this in fic: Obi-Wan and Anakin are always taking classes on Astronavigation and Advanced Physics. Which really doesn't make much sense -- they're trained negotiators and duelists, not freighter pilots. They need politics and social sciences much more than they need to be able to fly a ship.
Also, I'm pretty sure that Qui-Gon would be teaching some of those classes -- he's weird and enthusiastic, and it would make Obi-Wan turn *purple* to have to take Basic Contradancing from his master, who is scary in how much energy he is putting into teaching kids in the slowest athletic event of their entire lives...
Basically, I see it as an opportunity to mess with the heads of baby Jedi.
Oh, and I had another realization. Qui-Gon? Basically a terrier. A large one, like an Aierdale.
Terriers have three wakeful states:
and they are stubborn about all three. It's sort of a no-brainer, I think.
While we were watching that, I had the thought -- Jedi must get taught all sorts of ettiquette and social skills for their roles as diplomats. In many cultures, being able to dance is a skill all adults have -- dancing is a fundmental life skill, as it's the way one meets marriageable people of the opposite sex and makes informal connections that grease the wheels of politics.
And we know that dance is an art form still respected on Coruscant, as Anakin meets Palpatine at a Mon Calamari opera/ballet performance.
So the padawans have some interesting classes when they're teenagers.
Dancing, in various styles and formalities. Alien cuisine (AKA how to eat live frogs and LIKE it). Formal forms of address for planetary nobility. How to wear a poncho without looking like a complete dork (uhm, most of the characters failed that one, I think.) Music appreciation -- or toleration, at least.
Somehow I've never seen this in fic: Obi-Wan and Anakin are always taking classes on Astronavigation and Advanced Physics. Which really doesn't make much sense -- they're trained negotiators and duelists, not freighter pilots. They need politics and social sciences much more than they need to be able to fly a ship.
Also, I'm pretty sure that Qui-Gon would be teaching some of those classes -- he's weird and enthusiastic, and it would make Obi-Wan turn *purple* to have to take Basic Contradancing from his master, who is scary in how much energy he is putting into teaching kids in the slowest athletic event of their entire lives...
Basically, I see it as an opportunity to mess with the heads of baby Jedi.
Oh, and I had another realization. Qui-Gon? Basically a terrier. A large one, like an Aierdale.
Terriers have three wakeful states:
- I must protect you, for I am your dog
- Rats! Kill the rats!
- Ooooo, vaudeville! Watch me! Watch me! I can tapdance!
and they are stubborn about all three. It's sort of a no-brainer, I think.
Tags:
From:
no subject
Also, YES, Qui-Gon is a terrier.
AND STOP MAKING ME WANT TO WRITE PADAWAN-FIC!!!
From:
no subject
And Qui-Gon is SO a terrier, scruffy coat, dead game attitiude, and all.
From:
no subject
Our icons match!!
He really, really is. What's Obi-Wan?
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
And dancing! Ooo, I already had a plotbunny involving a dancing ball on Coruscant, and now you're making me want to ditch my responsibilities and write it. XD
I want a terrier now, and I'll name it Qui-Gon. All your fault.
From:
no subject
Ditch your responsibilities and write! I'll beta!
From:
no subject
Ditch your responsibilities and write! I'll beta!
Careful, I might take you up on that. ;)
From:
no subject
The kitchen staff on the three-gravity planet was supposed to be tailoring the diplomats' food for offworlder biology, but they forgot and used a native garnish that made everyone sick. Oops. Very nearly a HUGE diplomatic incident!
But they still learn to fly ships.
From:
no subject
The Xeno-cuisine class (AKA 'Eat Gross Foods and Enjoy It') is taught to the kids between 10 and 12, when they would actually enjoy egging each other on to eat disgusting alien foods.
And yeah, they'd have to learn how to identify food that is not compatible with their own personal physiology.
They can learn to fly ships, but that's not where the main thrust of their education should go, I think.
From:
no subject
Jedi Padawan finishing school. An intense, twenty day long courses featuring five three-hour sessions, the first hour of which is devoted to slides and academic discussion, and the last two hours of which feature Qui-Gon telling Padawans that they should allow the Force to guide their steps in the Alderaan gavotte.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
:brain breaks:
From:
no subject
And Obi-Wan hiding his head in his hands and pretending someone, ANYONE, else is his master.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject