The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Another week, another day with Kanan in the park, which was basically ritual at this point. Today he had the bamboo sword he'd brought last week, but it was set to the side, waiting for his student to show up. In the meantime, he was going to be sitting on the grass, carefully cleaning each component of his disassembled lightsaber.

It seemed like a nice day for it. And it tended to pick up a lot of dust and other detritus over time, being carted around in pieces on his belt. He'd return to carrying it around in a weapons case in order to cut down on that, but around here that seemed... stupid. For an entire host of reasons including but not limited to the fact that nobody cared that he had a lightsaber (beyond that they thought it was neat), and that it was pretty much asking for trouble on an island that saw regular invasions and he'd already tried to kill a shark with a lamp once this year.

So. Lightsaber. Cleaning. And then maybe running through forms with it once he was done. Not a bad way to pass the time before lessons, later.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

There wasn't a lot going on today, so Hera was going back to that pile of unknown metals she'd been through with Cassie and trying to identify some of them. Chopper was happy, because that meant getting him to burn and shock them to test melting point, malleability, and conductivity.

It was a hobby.

The junkyard was open, but mind your step!


[No OCD!]

Caritas, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Tino was still claiming he didn't know where anything was, so Cara was making him inventory the bar, since clearly that was the only way he'd learn the 'new' positions of everything.

Sometimes you had to make your own fun.

[Open, no OCD.]

The Magic Box, Friday

[livingartifact]

There was a sharp *bang!* from the Magic Box sometime Friday afternoon, and a cloud of green smoke blew out through the door into the street. It smelled like coconut.

"Well," Jenkins said, holding a green-smoking beaker at arm's length and waving the smoke away from his face. "That did not do what I thought it was going to." He set the beaker down on the counter and pulled a small notebook from his inside jacket pocket. "Addition of young coconut water makes solution volatile," he muttered as he wrote. "Note to self: check shop regularly over the break for suspicious growths."

[open!]