The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was in the park today.

Just Kanan, and a hell of a lot more trees than he remembered, all shining and glittering, like crystalline stalagmites out of the corner of his eye. Which was... kind of melancholy in its own way, really. If he let himself just kind of zone out, his mind would wander back to a world he'd only been to once, to get the crystal for his lightsaber...

He shook his head, carefully, and sighed as he closed his eyes and slipped back into his attempt at meditation. He was still sore after the beating he'd taken last weekend, partly from the student he'd squared off against, and mostly from the boulders he'd dropped on his own damn head. By all rights, he should still be in that bacta tank that Hera had scared up for him a galaxy and a few systems away, but... well...

It was Friday.

Not that he was entirely expecting his usual Friday student to arrive. He'd left her a voicemail and he'd wait here until tomorrow if need be, with their training swords sitting on the ground beside him. But if it turned out he didn't actually have a student anymore, that he'd blown it while under the influence of some evil slug plague, he'd understand. Maybe it would be for the best. One less thing tying him down, and all that.

The hell of it was, he'd gotten to a point where he didn't really believe that anymore.

[OOC: Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

"No," Liam said with a sigh into the phone. "The portal didn't miss taking anyone back to the alternate future, why would you say that?

"That's because they were animate yesterday, wandering around and hugging people. I guess they had to stop somewhere. Trust me, nobody snuck into your yard to build a snowman army.

"No, I can't have the snowmen arrested for loitering."

Liam was just going to hang up now, because this was getting ridiculous.

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera had no idea what this upcoming holiday was about, and she'd been a bit too worried about annoyed with Kanan to pay much attention to it, but the trees were nice, if bright, and one of her NPC employees had strung up little multicolored lights along the office and across a few of the bigger piles of scrap, so it looked fairly festive.

So did Chopper; he'd decided he liked the lights and had a smaller string of them rigged up around his dome. He was humming songs, too, though whether they were Earth songs she wasn't familiar with or mangled songs from her own galaxy, she wasn't sure. If he was happy, she was just going to leave him to it.

The scrapyard was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Quark's, Friday

[wouldbenagus]

It'd been a long week. First of his employees continuing to milk Quark's evil-sickness induced suggestibility for all it was worth, then of trying to clean leftover webbing out of his suit. (He'd eventually just had to replicate himself a new one, which -- really, people. Did you think anit-matter-based powercells grew on trees?) Now, he was finally getting a chance to sit down and see just how much profit the island's little adventure had ultimately cost him.

"BETRAYED!" he howled. "How could something that cute have been a denizen of evil?!"

Look, some humanoids were into tribbles. Others preferred slugs.

"Maybe I can sell pieces of that stupid web stuff. . . ."

Welcome to Quark's!
Food! Drinks! Games! Holosuites!
still hiring

Quark's was open. Don'd mind the occasional bellows of grief from behind the bar.