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."

[uncertain_dume]

Well, at least that got Kanan to put his hand down again. Though he was giving Eliot a sharp look in reply.

"Seriously? The island's going nuts on us and me scratching my chin is what ends up rubbing you the wrong way?"

He'd fondle his beard if he karking well wanted!

[vdistinctive]

"It was irritating me," Eliot said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Hell, least I could irritated. Yesterday it seemed like all the energy got sucked outta everything."

He hadn't even been able to "dammit, Hardison" properly. it had been terrible.

[uncertain_dume]

"Tell me about-- whoa."

Sorry, Eliot. It's just that suddenly there was a kriffing lightsaber about an inch away from Kanan's right eye, and he kind of liked having that eye, and he needed to...

... to lean his head away from the blade that had just appeared there between them slightly. Yes. That would do it.

Apparently.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot should not be finding that amusing. He really shouldn't.

He really was.

"See? You shouldn't have gotten snippy at me being irritated."

[uncertain_dume]

"Apparently not," Kanan replied, still eyeing the apparently very persistent random lightsaber blade uncertainly. "You figure that's what the island is trying to tell me, here? Because I have to admit, 'be nice to Eliot or you'll lose an eye' is a pretty compelling reason to put up with your poodoo, Eliot."

[vdistinctive]

"It's pretty nice, having Fandom on my side for once," Eliot mused, kicking his feet around in the air under the table.

Since he was suddenly about four and a half feet tall and prepubescent.

But hey, at least he didn't have a laser-sword pointed at his eye!

[uncertain_dume]

"I take it that doesn't happen often," Kanan said, looking up at tiny Eliot as the lightsaber guttered, then vanished entirely. "Here I kind of figured it hated all of us equally."

[vdistinctive]

"What can I say? It must think I'm special." Eliot really needed to stop being a brat. Especially now that he was back to 40-ish instead of 12. "You need a hand, there, man?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I... I don't..."

Yeah, now he was looking up at Eliot not because he was randomly sitting on the floor, but because he was a slightly traumatized-looking kid, himself. He winced, bowed his head, and ran one hand through his much shorter hair.

"Maybe?" And he was tired. It had been a long, long time since Kanan had been as tired as Caleb was, now. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I do."

[vdistinctive]

Thank god Fandom let Eliot react appropriately to that. Otherwise, he might have had to go out and punch something later.

"Alright, kid. I gotcha." Eliot didn't worry about the hair falling in his face as he offered his hand to poor broken baby Kanan. "C'mon up here and breathe a second while you wait for this one to pass."

[uncertain_dume]

Caleb reached to take Eliot's hand, pulled himself up, and managed to get himself seated again before he changed back.

This time, he was wearing Stormtrooper armor, which he'd probably be more concerned about if he wasn't still reeling over that brief stint as Caleb.

"Thanks," he muttered, rubbing at the back of his head. "This place is starting to make a pretty solid case for heading back home, you know."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was about to respond sympathetically when he toppled out of his chair and onto the floor.

"Yep," he grumbled into the linoleum. "That sounds like a plan."

[uncertain_dume]

"Apparently the island wants one or the both of us on the floor tod- oooookay."

Kanan had been about to lean over to offer Eliot a hand up, but another lightsaber was making it pretty apparent that an offer of aid was not in the cards today. At least this time Kanan did more than lean back just slightly.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot frowned up at him. "Seriously, man, the hell is up with all the laser swords?"

[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.

[uncertain_dume]

"Maybe the island's making up for lost--"

And now Kanan was reeling backwards a little bit as everything went dark on him, a wicked burn scar creeping up from under some wrappings over his eyes.

"No, you know what, I don't want to know."

It was easier to be annoyed about this than to think on it too hard. Because if he thought on it too hard he was going to freak the kriff out.

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

[futurespacemom]

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

She had ears again.