The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was beginning to feel a little bit to Kanan as though perhaps he ought to look into having a shed or something build at the park in order to store the small collection of swords he'd amassed for the sake of these Fridays over the past nine months or so. Which was all a very strange thought for him, considering nine months was generally about eight months longer than he tended to settle anywhere, he'd been on the island significantly longer than that already, and here he was giving some measure of consideration to the possibility of putting up a permanent structure somewhere.

Granted, he probably wouldn't. It was just that he was starting to look the part of a wandering weapons merchant, with a pair of bamboo swords over one shoulder, a blaster and a training remote on one hip, his temporary leaf blade at his other hip, and his lightsaber, actually assembled this week before he'd even arrived, clipped to his belt not far from that. Was there such a thing as accidental sword club overkill?

Sure, but at least each and every one of these weapons had a purpose for being here. Even if, for the time being, that purpose was, 'sit over there by the bench next to Stance.'

Running through his old forms last week as Caleb had actually jogged his memory on a few slightly more advanced patterns he hadn't been able to quite dredge up by muscle memory alone, and so, before it could fade again, he was stepping right into it, lightsaber ignited, throwing his all into brushing up on his Form III, taking a little personal thrill in filling in old blanks with the actual steps, instead of just throwing in whatever seemed like it might work just as well.

Okay, so, having basically everybody he knew on the island meet Caleb was that kind of intimidating that made his brain itch if he thought about it too hard, but the island had also handed him an advanced Soresu refresher course on a silver platter, so he couldn't be too mad.

[OOC: Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

When Liam had arrived that morning, Calvin had muttered something about the Bee Lady and crystals, before heading out the door with the rest of the squad so fast there was practically a smoke trail.

Liam was a little surprised they were so willing to do anything resembling work, but he figured that if Kaidan ended up stopping by, it would probably make things less awkward.

He had the helmet Sabine had painted, as well as a spare chest piece he'd taken from the armory, propped up against his desk as he worked on paperwork in the meantime.

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

So, the biting bits were corralled, and most of the new stuff was categorized and marked down. That meant Hera had some spare time.

She'd just be over here, trying to work out which bits might be generic enough to be useful in her home galaxy, without causing questions about where they were from. It was a smaller list than she'd have thought. What was it with Earth and their branding everything?

The scrapyard was open!