The Perk, Wednesday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

Eliot could not for the life of him tell you how he'd ended up wearing a cowboy hat and bolo tie when he and Val stopped in at the Perk for a mid-afternoon treat. It was more than a little disconcerting, he didn't mind telling you, especially since the last time he'd involuntarily worn something like this he'd been dropped into a weird wild west computer simulation.

Judging by the way the baristas were giggling at him from behind the counter, though, this seemed more benign than that. So he just resigned himself to being just a little extra country just now and placed his order.

Could be worse. He could be a wolverine. Or a woman. Or having an uncontrollable urge to call everyone "cocksucker".

This island, man.

[open! Had to get this boy out here somewhere for random icon fun.]

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[uncertain_dume]

Some days, the caf maker was on the fritz.

Some days, that was the worst that Kanan had to deal with.

Apparently the worst that Kanan had to deal with today was random breasts again, but those were a new addition. He hadn't woken up with them. They'd just kind of happened on his way to the Perk in order to get coffee, because he needed coffee in order to deal with his inability to make caf.

"Is anybody else having one of those days, or is it just me?"

[vdistinctive]

"Not one of those particular days," Eliot said. Then flipped that smirk right over into a frown because his voice suddenly did not sound right. He patted down his head (the hat was gone, so that was nice, BUT SO WAS ALL HIS HAIR), then his smooth baby cheeks.

"Dammit, Fandom."

[uncertain_dume]

"Oh, I don't know," Kanan said, frowning thoughtfully as he reached up to scratch his beard - thank the Force - and looking Eliot over. "Seems to me like you're definitely having some sort of day."

Look at those baby cheeks!

[vdistinctive]

"Some sort," Eliot agreed with a long suffering sigh. His hair was back! But now other parts were — you know what? He was just going to give up here. The island was clearly in a Mood. "Pull up a chair, kid. It seems like it's gonna be a long one."

[uncertain_dume]

"Looks like it is," Kanan agreed, wrinkling his nose at 'kid' on principle before pulling up a chair. He'd order his coffee in a bit. The barista was already giving him a side-eye, after all.

He looked up at the ceiling, hand still at his chin.

"So, any idea what the hell is going on here? Normally the island is a little more, uh, decisive about its weirdness."

[vdistinctive]

"Not even a little." Eliot was back to his normal pissed off self. He was not about to take that for granted just now. "Quit fondling your beard. You look like an asshole."

[futurespacemom]

Hera, who was following him in, listened and frowned. "It's definitely not just you."

She had ears again.

[uncertain_dume]

Oh look! Kanan was back to normal! And kind of boggling at Hera. A lot. Even he wasn't entirely certain why. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Hera with ears before.

"Huh. At least your clothes fit you this time?"

Yeah, that was the best he had. He was still boggling.

[futurespacemom]

"There is that." Which was good! Also it hadn't lasted very long, so she was pretty happy.

[uncertain_dume]

"Which is good, because if they didn't, we might have to take desperate measures."

KANAN JARRUS, TIGHT CLOTHES WERE NO EXCUSE TO PULL OUT A BLASTER.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Lookit what I've got!" Parker said, joining Eliot and Val before she went up to order a frappachino. A fur hat, a long rifle, and other trimmings all made her look like... well, that was a good question, really.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was into it. "Can't tell if you should start callin' me 'comrade' or start trapping for furs," he said cheerfully.

[whoisalicewhite]

"I can't either," Parker admitted, leaning down to pet Val. "This has been the weirdest costume day. I hope some of the ones I was wearing earlier come back so you can see them. Do you think this rifle works?"

[vdistinctive]

"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if it fired a little flag that says 'bang'," Eliot said, leaning in close.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Noooooo," Parker protested, petting it. "Nothing this shiny can be fake!... except for how it appeared out of nothing, but I'm going to hang onto the idea it's real."

[2_old_for_this]

Peter just wanted some tea.

Unfortunately, as he opened the door, he was suddenly teenaged, and unless the baristas spoke Byzantine Greek, there wasn't much chance of getting any.

But he was still grinning around at everyone; this was a nifty place!

[vdistinctive]

Eliot watched the kid with an expression of quiet concern.

He had no idea what about him was setting him off. Maybe just that he didn't recognize him?

[2_old_for_this]

Peter gave the man a sad and slightly worried look. Was everything okay?

[vdistinctive]

Totally fine! Eliot raised his mug and smiled as his mood swung full on to the other end of the spectrum.

"Sorry man," he told the kid. "One of those days. If you ain't actually new here, you probably know what I mean."

[2_old_for_this]

Peter, his proper age again, side-eyed Eliot. "What do you know about it?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Congratulations, Fandom. You finally did it. You were able to convince Summer Smith, suburbanite princess of weird-ass shit, that you were sufficiently messed up. This emotional whiplash of completely outlandish things was so real, she thought she'd might have to go to a chiropractor. For now, though, she'd have to settle with something very caffeinated and very sugary, which meant the coffee shop. And after all the distractions and misdirects it took to get her to the Perk, maybe something with a lot of alcohol afterwards.

And, of course, no sooner had she walked through the door was she struck with a sudden fear of coffee. Like, legit, terrified, but at least she had a security blanket to cringe up close to as she looked around wide eyed and murmured, "Ohmygod, whaaaaaaaaaaat am I doing here???"

[vdistinctive]

And again, Eliot was thanking whatever force might be watching over him that Fandom let him react appropriately. He kept his distance, but his concern was written bright and clear on his face as he tried to reassure the girl in teh doorway.

"Alright, darlin'. You're okay. Far as I can tell, this'll pass real fast, today."

[somethingwithturquoise]

It would have been nice to think that the kind words were what caused Summer to calm down, but they should both know better than that. Still, she relaxed significantly, letting out a slow breath as she pressed a hand to her chest. She shook her head as if shaking away the fear, which also seemed to loosen her hair so it came tumbling down her shoulders. "Oh," she said, somewhat breathless, airy, light, "yes. Thank you. I know, it's been like that all day! How...strange. Coffee. I need coffee...."

Before she started to fear it again. That would be tragic.

[vdistinctive]

Hey, if it even helped for a second, Eliot would take it.

"Right," he said, giving her a double barreled eyebrow raise. "Because clearly coffee is going to help with this."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, it'll probably be more help than this popcorn."

A bowl of which she randomly, suddenly, inexplicably had. And took a handful of, before offering it out.

"Want some?"