That Warehouse With The Lightsaber Burn On The Door, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

It wasn't actually raining today, but Kanan had once again retreated to the warehouse he'd kind of laid claim to back in July, possibly under the guise of escaping from the heat. It was going to be another one of those 'why the hell are you outside in this' days, after all.

And he appreciated the excuse.

Once again, he simply sent a text to all the usual suspects with a photo of the crudely-drawn, bare-bones representation of the Jedi symbol burned into the doorway, letting them know where he would be.

And then he set to work, running his forms, eyes closed, the blue glow of his lightsaber the only illumination in the room. He kept himself open to the Force, today. Reached out through it, spreading his awareness throughout the building. And as he moved, he recited:

"Emotion, yet peace."

A step, foot sliding through the dust on the floor as his lightsaber blade hummed through the darkness.

"Ignorance, yet knowledge."

He had a lot to ruminate on, since the events of the past two weeks.

"Passion, yet serenity."

A turn, his blade striking out and then up as though blocking and then destroying an unseen enemy.

"Chaos, yet harmony."

Even if nobody ended up showing today, Kanan would be quite content to keep going on like this for a few hours more.

"Death, yet the Force."

He'd needed it.

[OOC: Open if you have any reason to be poking around the warehouses, whether you got his message or not!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

It was cloudy and hot, which normally meant Hera would be working on the Ghost, but even she'd done all she could for now. Her last run back home was one she'd be better off laying low from, so that was out, too.

So, she was seeing if the bitey bits of metal could be trained. They seemed to have learned not to test Sabine's security, so maybe they could actually be made tame?

It was a work in progress.


The junkyard was open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary was going on at the station today. Nothing strange in any of the cabinets, no bizarre phone calls, even the Troopers were just quietly going about their jobs.

Liam was totally waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[ooc: open! though i will be SP for a few hours until i get home from work.]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante was leaving the island soon.

Somehow that fact hadn't really hit him until now, one shift away from what was probably going to be his last shift at Groovy Tunes. Fuck. Had he even talked to Starsmore about it yet?

The past two weeks were kind of a blur.

He sighed, settling behind the counter without a guitar, for once.

Maybe he should buy a few more guitars on his way out...

[[ open! ]]