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Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan ([personal profile] uncertain_dume) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2017-07-02 08:58 am
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Luke's, Sunday

The kitchen staff was murmuring amongst themselves today. Ever since Kanan came in for his shift, actually. After all, he had one of those neat-looking laser swords clipped to his belt, which all on its own more or less clarified just what had been going on with the toppling pancake stacks that occasionally happened.

"Pay up," said the dishwasher, once he was fairly certain Kanan was out of earshot.

"Dammit," the busboy muttered as he pulled a twenty from his pocket and forked it over. "Why couldn't it have been ghosts?"

Welcome To Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Herb-Stuffed Pork Tenderloin
Blueberry Cobbler
Sangria
Pancakes


Kanan just rolled his eyes and shook his head, running a bar-rag over the countertops. The kitchen staff, he could handle. But if Vader walked in to this place again, he was gone.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-02 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Audit?" Summer asked, quirking her own brow. "You mean, like sit in on it even though I'm not officially a part of it?" She shrugged. "That's an idea, but that's also, like, more work. I mean, balancing a fake class out with my actual classes about crystals and plants? I don't know if I can handle that sort of load."

She was being...mostly sarcastic.

somethingwithturquoise: (duh wha?)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-03 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you think so?" Summer asked, brightening a little. "That would be so cool. I've never been behind the wheel of anything like that before, just Grampa Rick's junky ship and my mom's car. Did you know that I'm not even in Mr. Burnside's class anymore because he switched the focus from Woodworking to Vehicle Proficiency? They really don't want me involved in anything helpful at all, so of course that only makes me want to do it more."
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-03 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"It can't possibly be smaller than Grampa's ship," Summer insisted. "That thing is barely big enough to smuggle boyfriends in."

Obviously, an important qualification.

"I'd love to see yours, though. I'm not, like, all crazy or whatever about ships, but I do think they're cool. And it's clearly the way of transportation in the future, so it doesn't hurt to know enough to get around in one, you know?"
somethingwithturquoise: (sweet cute smile)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-03 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aww, that's so sad," said Summer, biting down a grin. As if she had soooooo much going on herself. Which is why she shrugged and just gave the first day she thought of. "I don't know, Thursday or something? Thursday might be good. Oooh, could Stance come, too? That's his name, right, your cute little pupper?"
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-03 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's okay!" Yeah, Summer wasn't even going to try to pretend to be put out by that, because she knew her limitations. "But, man, not even room for a small doggo? Maybe your ship is dinkier than Grampa Rick's..."

But hopefully in better shape. Right? Right? Well, she'd find out on Thursday.
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-04 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?"

Whoo, free spaceship driving lessons!

"That would be so great. You know, it's funny. I've been to a ton of different planets and dimensions before, but I've never been to just...the moon."
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-04 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
And now you've gone and given Summer the image of Stance in a cute little doggy spacesuit. "Ohmygod."

She might not survive this conversation much longer. Good work, Kanan.

She sobered up a little when she started to think that maybe Grampa Rick could make one, then she remembered what happened the last time Grampa Rick made suits for dogs, and...yeah. No need to go there again.

"This is so cool," she said. "You're so cool. Thank you. Seriously. Like, no one's ever offered me spaceship lessons before. My dad was even all weird about teaching me how to drive a car."

That was because Jerry had been in a car with you behind the wheel, Summer. This guy, not so much.
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-04 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"And the lives of others," said Summer, because of course she would. She had gotten a nice buzz from the prospect, bouncing a little in her stool. "Oh, man, when we finally get around to saving Grampa Rick, I'm going to blow his freakin' mind with what I can do thanks to everyone here. I'll be unstoppable, all across the multiverse."
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2017-07-04 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," said Summer, preening a little, "I've shot a gun before. I mean, I definitely prefer not to, but I'm a pretty good shot, you know."

When they were imaginary people made up by brain parasites, anyway. She bit her lip, remembering that there were other times where she totally wussed out and got cold feet.

"But maybe a few formal lessons wouldn't hurt, either."