fandomtownies | The Park, Friday Afternoon

Kanan wasn't entirely sure where November had gone. Time flew when you let yourself get comfortable with your current life and were amused by the fact that everyone had turned into children, perhaps? But now it was December. Which, given that his own galaxy ran on a different calendar entirely, had never really meant anything to him before, but now it was putting into perspective just how long he'd been here on the island.

He'd never really settled, before. Not since he was a kid, anyway. Five months on Gorse had been the longest he'd been in any one place since before he'd gone to war, and now here was Fandom, clocking in at a year and a half.

A year and a half. And instead of running and never looking back, he was sharing an apartment with the daughter of a Twi'lek revolutionary and contemplating whether he wanted to spend the next semester teaching, or just continue on working at the diner while running sabotage missions against the Empire on the side. And he was contemplating it with a lightsaber in his hand, doing Soresu forms in public, waiting for his Friday student with his training sword propped up against the nearby bench.

Honestly, he was kind of wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.

But for now, this was nice.

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"A strange island of seemingly immense power and opportunity," Mitsutada rattled off, the wording of his special expedition instructions emblazoned in his memory. He'd read them daily since arriving. "It needed exploring and scouting and somehow I was the one for the job."

He shrugged, not caring too much anymore about his facade. The rules of being on a mission in the past were clearly not meant for a place like this.

"Lucky you," Kanan replied, clearly faintly amused. "Opportunity, huh? Well, if you've got any questions about the place, I've been here... hell, a whole year and a half, now. I'm practically a local."

He'd been through some tough stuff around here. That counted.

"Well that's a year and a half longer than I," Mitsutada said with a pleasant smile. "So far my main lesson has been that this place is full of people who are friendly and helpful."

He wasn't going to push his luck right now and ask about available whetstone or steel resources.

"Other than apparently sudden body changes, should I know anything else about curious magics here?"

"Invasions," Kanan said, nodding. "Sometimes relatively harmless ones, like cute animals. Sometimes... less harmless ones. Like giant cute animals. Or sharks falling from the sky. Hell, last year there some some sort of... shift in reality that dragged everyone here to another version of Fandom Island, where monster versions of ourselves roamed around, picking people off as they slowly lost their memories."

He grimaced a bit.

Meeting his own twisted, monstrous future self hadn't been a highlight of his stay here. He still wasn't sure how to mention that one to Hera.

"So if you can use that sword of yours, good. Odds are if you stick around long enough, you'll probably need it."

Mitsutada looked down at his sword. "This sword and I are one," he said, though he wasn't going to elaborate on that unless pressed. "And I am not a stranger to using it against monsters." That was what the Revisionist Army was, after all.

"May I not need to do so any time soon."

"I couldn't agree more," Kanan replied. "I wouldn't mind if we could have a nice, quiet winter, for starters."

At least in part because Kanan was pretty sure Hera would kill him if something more serious than sharks hit the island while they were using the place as a safe haven where the Empire couldn't hunt them down.

"We can hope the sugar and the friendly bears are the worst," Mitsutada said, brushing some more of the powdered stuff out of his hair.

"Starting to think I should get indoors so I don't end up looking like a cake."

"You already look a bit like a cake," Kanan said, smirking. He was covered in the stuff, himself. He didn't necessarily think that was so terrible, just so long as it didn't get wet. He did not need to be a sugar-glazed Kanan, thank you, Fandom. "And you're hardly the only one, right?"

The Park, Friday Afternoon

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