Streets of Fandom, Late Saturday Night/Early Sunday (Nighttime)

[suitably_heroic]

The streets were full of monsters. Some of them Atton didn't recognize. Some of them he did. He didn't care, even as fear passed through his body and back out the way it came: they were pale imitations of the things that had ruined him once.

And they died pretty easily.

It was the second night he was out doing this: moving from street to street, sometimes rooftop to rooftop, cleaning up monsters and keeping feelers out in the Force to anyone who might be caught during the night. Keeping the rest of his senses locked up tight to block out the sense of something a little like Malachor all around him.

Probably a good thing this wasn't happening for longer than a week. A place like this could really poison a Jedi, with time.

But for the moment, Atton's 'saber carved a ray of light into a twisted body that wanted to crack and peel and growl like Sion had, and kept the shadows at bay.

Useful.

[[ can be open ]]

The Bookbelt, Sunday

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen's head had been going haywire every night, these past few nights. Ah, it was bad enough during the day, but at night, when he could identify all the monsters wandering about outside... it didn't allow for a lot of sleeping.

Hopefully Nina would forgive him for opening up the shop, sitting down for a moment, and...

... passing out.

Sleep. Sweet sleep.

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Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

There was little reason for Kanan to not show up for work today. The daytime, after all, was safe enough, with only the howling presence of the monsters across the causeway and the crawling horror trying to edge into his head keeping him from being at the top of his form.

He did turn a look to the rest of the staff as he stepped into the diner today, and while the busboy had a comment immediately at the ready, there was something about just how off Kanan seemed that had him holding his tongue after all.

"Somebody just put pancakes on the specials board so that we can get today over with," Kanan muttered, and immediately set to putting on another pot of coffee.

Just another day. And then maybe next week would be better.

Just another day.

[OOC: Open!]