The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was a gorgeous day. Warm, dry... there were some clouds in the sky, but it wasn't like Kanan minded a few clouds. He'd brought Stance to the park today, and for the first time in a long while, he'd just sort of given into the urge to play a game of fetch with his dog, instead of getting him to entertain himself during lightsaber training or meditation.

Stance, unsurprisingly, was loving it. Except he kept bringing back the wrong stick. Kanan had started by throwing something pretty small and spindly, and Stance had come trotting back with something a little more solid than the twig he'd been sent to get. Kanan threw the new stick, and Stance came trotting back with something larger still.

"If I throw it this time, are you going to go searching the island for a fallen log, buddy?"

Stance stood there with his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging behind him, as if saying, 'There's only one way to find out, right?'

Kanan laughed and threw the stick again. Training for the fight ahead was important, of course, but sometimes a guy had to just live in the moment, too.

[OOC: Open park, if anyone's about!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

In the wee hours of the morning, Liam's global had buzzed with a frantic call from one of the townspeople: something was trying to break into their house.

He'd arrived at the scene to indeed find something large and furry currently making a valiant effort to break and enter.

An alot of crime, of course.

So, yes, one of the jail cells in the station was currently occupied, and Liam was at his desk, going over post-arrest paperwork.