The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

The weather was nice enough, and honestly, Kanan probably would have showed up here for his weekly swordwork even if it wasn't. He'd brought a bit of an assortment of swords with him today, including a couple of bamboo training swords and the leaf blade that Amaya had let him borrow, but those were all sitting off to the side waiting for their respective sparring partners while Kanan had his lightsaber out and was going through his usual forms with it, eyes closed, attuned to the world around him through the Force.

It was like training and meditation all wrapped into one, and incredibly calming. He was actually sorry he couldn't do more things like this back home.

Maybe that was part of the reason he'd stuck around Fandom even after it had let him go. It had been entirely too long since Kanan had been able to even safely acknowledge Caleb, never mind run through his forms, wielding his lightsaber, out in the open where nobody cared beyond the novelty of a sword that hummed and glowed when ignited.

Or maybe he just had to come back for Stance, who had tuckered himself out chasing a squirrel around and was now napping in the shade under a nearby tree. Yeah. That was it. This was all the dog's fault.

[OOC: Open park!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

The construction noises were back. Because of course they were. He didn't begrudge Amaya's need to build... whatever it was she was building next door, just the fact that the majority of the work always seemed to happen on days when he was here.

Add to that the fact that one of the Troopers kept complaining about a missing helmet, and, well. It was no surprise that Liam was starting to get a headache. And he couldn't even take anything for it, ugh.

The Beach, Friday Afternoon

[reicicled]

Okay, so Bobby had thought the fish was kind of funny when he and Paris had first won it, but now? After two nights of having to endure its incessant singing?

(Not to mention his roommate's complaints about same)

He'd had enough.

Even encasing it in a block of ice hadn't done much except muffle the sound of the Beastie Boys somewhat.

So he'd hauled the damn thing, still encased in that block of ice, down to the beach and was attempting to set it adrift in the ocean.

Only problem was it kept coming back.

Maybe it was the tide, maybe it was something more nefarious. Either way, it was super annoying.

[ooc: for them what knows who they are, first, but also potentially open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Since there seemed to be people (Sabine) interested in the more dangerous bits of scrap around, Hera thought she'd make a bit more effort to corral and catalogue them.

In a couple instances, literally.

So if anyone asked why the proprietor and her droid friend were busy chasing around snapping, biting bits of metal...well, you'd better be prepared to help. A blaster set to stun hadn't.


[OOC: Junkyard is open!]