Open to: Iolani Apailana.
Qui-Gon let his feet carry him to his quarters, he carried a pile of blankets, pillows and clothes hastily provided by the supply droid on duty. He reached out to hit the door mechanism when he noticed the name plates on room where unfamiliar.
It took him a moment to realize that he hadn't been paying close enough attention to his surroundings and had automatically followed the same path that he had for over 30 years. The room that had belonged to him and his padawans was now someone else's home. This new situation was going to take some getting used to.
He turned back down the hallway to the correct room, feeling regret for the loss of what few possessions he had owned. He palmed the door open and quickly continued to the bedroom, throwing his pile on the matress.
Jedi as a rule did not feel attatchment to material possessions, but that didn't mean one's life was sterile. There were a few odds and ends that had collected over the years. A rock here and there to remind him of certain places or assignmensts, small tokens of gratitude from people that he had saved, things he had been unable to refuse for fear of insulting the giver. There had been a book of poems from prevous Jedi that he had been waiting to give to Obi-Wan when he was knighted.
With a mental shake he quickly pulled off his boots and discarded his torn and grubby clothes down the laundry chute. He intended to take a shower before meditation and bed.
The spray of hot water was luxurious; pounding against sore muscles. Concetrating his efforts, Qui-Gon was able to heal most of the injuries recieved from the battle on Naboo. He quickly finished, not wanting to fall asleep on his feet.
Finally, clean, dry, and dressed in loose sleep clothes he was finally able to meditate on the events of the day. Reaching out with the Force, Qui-Gon let himself be wrapped in a warm blanket of living energy. Giving up his confusion and fear, he willed himself to accept where and when the force had brought him.
When he finally collapsed into bed he was a sleep before he hit the pillow.