The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan wasn't entirely sure where November had gone. Time flew when you let yourself get comfortable with your current life and were amused by the fact that everyone had turned into children, perhaps? But now it was December. Which, given that his own galaxy ran on a different calendar entirely, had never really meant anything to him before, but now it was putting into perspective just how long he'd been here on the island.

He'd never really settled, before. Not since he was a kid, anyway. Five months on Gorse had been the longest he'd been in any one place since before he'd gone to war, and now here was Fandom, clocking in at a year and a half.

A year and a half. And instead of running and never looking back, he was sharing an apartment with the daughter of a Twi'lek revolutionary and contemplating whether he wanted to spend the next semester teaching, or just continue on working at the diner while running sabotage missions against the Empire on the side. And he was contemplating it with a lightsaber in his hand, doing Soresu forms in public, waiting for his Friday student with his training sword propped up against the nearby bench.

Honestly, he was kind of wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.

But for now, this was nice.

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Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam was going to be spending the first part of the day dusting powdered sugar out of his hair, thanks.

And then the rest of the morning listening to the Troopers complain that all the powdered sugar was making them crave doughnuts.

Around noon he finally caved and sent Calvin out to J,GoB for a doughnut run. He wasn't going to admit it, but a little bit of sugar definitely wouldn't go amiss right about now.

Quark's, Friday

[wouldbenagus]

One of the dabo tables was acting up, and Quark's usual method of attempting repairs -- kick it until it started working again -- wasn't proving very effective. "This never happened back on Deep Space Nine," he grumbled, kicking the thing again while the dabo girl assigned to work it lounged at the bar and flirted with an NPC customer. For free! Those flirts were supposed to gain Quark profit!

"Stupid piece of --" *kick kick* "-- actually making me miss that idiot brother of mine. And O'Brien!" *kick* "O'Brien would have had this all fixed up in minutes and then buy himself six rounds of beer!" *kick kick kick CRACK*

The dabo table let out a sad little tinkling noise, much slower than the usual sound of its wheel spinning. Its lights all went out and it jerked to a halt. Quark flung his hands in the air.

"Fine! I'll just have to replicate a new one!" He spun on the dabo girl at the bar. "You! Go wait some tables!"

"Yeeeeeeah," the girl said. "I think I quit."

Quark threw his hands in the air. "Fine. You weren't worth the do-lars anyway."

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