Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was doing some basic weapons repair at work today. Someone had come in with a blaster, something they'd picked up somewhere throughout the multiverse, and had mistaken where the crystal went for where a bullet went, and wouldn't you know it, when you attempted to focus a compressed beam of highly-energized particles through a bullet, bad things happened in there.

But she didn't want to tell the customer that the blaster was a write-off, either. She just... was going to take out all the melty bits and replace them with fresh parts and a focus crystal and inform them that so help her if she found out another bullet went into there instead of a power pack going in over there, somebody was gonna get pistol-whipped. Or maybe she'd just take pity on them because they were lucky to still have hands right now.

People were dumb.

[OOC: Open, but snoozly.]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was meditating.

Wednesday had left him with a lot to chew on, and...

And look, he was mostly over it. He really was. Not much of what had been foisted on him while the island was glitching out was new, per se. The penguin thing? That was new.

The giant wolf thing? Definitely new.

But being Caleb again off and on was basically old hat at this point, and it wasn't the first time the island had dragged him into fresh-burned darkness, so most of what he was meditating on today was how Jack wanted to go to Coruscant, to see for herself what it was he was fighting for, what it was he was fighting, and he had so damn many mixed feelings about that, he was probably going to meditate right up until someone arrived to put a stop to that.

[OOC: Open, but yup, still sleepy for this post, too.]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

There was a rabbit sitting on the bar at Caritas today.

Fjord stared at her. She stared back with adorable blue eyes, her little nose wiggling away.

Fjord... stared some more. He was terrible with animals. Even worse when one of those animals happened to be someone he knew and actually enjoyed the company of.

After a few minutes of mutual staring, he reached for a shallow saucer, filled it with ale, and slid it over to the bunny that was Amaya.

...

What the hell else was he supposed to do?

[OOC: Whelp. Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Apparently spring meant the return of Liam's favorite NPC caller- the Bee Lady.

And this time she even had a valid complaint!

"Have you tried," Liam took a deep breath, not quite believing he was about to say these particular words in this particular order: "Have you tried telling the raccoons there's no honey in there yet, let alone any for them to steal?"

"What do they even need honey for, anyway?"

"... Mead. I should've known."

"Well, maybe offer to sell them some once the hives start producing."

"Yeah, yeah. You're welcome."

At least that one had been an easy fix?

[ooc: open and in desperate need of entertainment.]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera liked it here, she did.

She found herself reminding herself of that a few times today.

"No," she told the person on the other end of the phone again, "I can't tell you what that is without seeing it. You'll have to bring it in, or at least send me a holo. Well, if it blows up if you pick it up, you've got bigger problems than how to get it to the scrapyard, don't you? No, I can't tell you if it will or not, because I don't know what it is. Maybe ask the person you got it from? Okay, you do that."

Honestly, if the person did show up, maybe she'd let the bitey bits free.

Syndulla Scrap was open!