uncertain_dume: (Bzuh)
Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan ([personal profile] uncertain_dume) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2018-03-02 01:28 pm

The Park, Friday Afternoon

Once again, Kanan was in the park, doing his lightsaber forms.

Once again, Kanan had the dog along with him.

Unlike usual, the ducks had finally decided they'd had enough of Stance's shenanigans. The dog had trotted over to the shoreline to find his friends, and had found nothing at all. He'd sniffed around a bit, and then huffed and turned to make his way back to Kanan instead, only to find himself flanked from behind by several angry ducks and their backup, a handful of flamingos.

So if anybody wanted Kanan today, they'd have to wait until he was done attempting to rescue his dog from angry waterbirds in a daring combination of grabbing his dog under his arm and running, and holding out his other hand and trying to soothe the birds through the Force.

And that was how Kanan Jarrus learned that ducks probably were creatures of the dark side.

[OOC: Open! Slow for work!]
thatwaslucky: (doing okay)

[personal profile] thatwaslucky 2018-03-02 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey was back today, with her staff, and trying not to look amused.

“Need help?” she called.
thatwaslucky: (threatening)

[personal profile] thatwaslucky 2018-03-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey pulled her staff free, moving between Kanan and the flamingoes in order to ward them off that way. She was careful not to hit them, and if one or two got in the way they wouldn’t do more than lightly whack themselves. Still, it should be enough to at least serve as a warning.

“What did you do?” she asked.
thatwaslucky: (frown)

[personal profile] thatwaslucky 2018-03-02 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
“...Are you talking to me?” Rey asked after a confused moment.

Because she Sydney want to hang out in the water.
thatwaslucky: (disbelieving)

[personal profile] thatwaslucky 2018-03-02 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
“Okay...” she said, watching the birds and lowering her staff. “What did you do?”

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died8yearsago: (:/ with shades)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-02 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Rosa needed to get out of the station for a little bit. She needed to come to terms with the fact that she might have to arrest a squirrel. A goddamn squirrel.

She was not having a very good time with it.

And since she'd probably taken her motorcycle out for stress relief more times since arriving on this dumb old island than she had in an entire year back home, she decided to just take a walk, get some fresh air, clear her mind, and take a small amount of pleasure from watching a man trying to save his dog from a flock of angry ducks...and flamingos?

God damn it. Why were there flamingos?

And now she kind of missed her dumb old dog that she left in dumb old Argentina with her dumb old ex-fiancé.

Great.

But at least she wasn't the dude trying to rescue a dog from a flock of ducks and flamingos. It was the little things in life...

died8yearsago: (are you stupid?)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-02 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
What in god's name did that man do to that dog? Or maybe the dog had done it to himself, but Rosa was hoping that this dog had the same sense of the last dog she encountered here and could read in that cool, somewhat scowl its way that she was not interested in any scritches or pets or cuddles or any of that bullshit, so don't even try it.

"Better than the circus at the station, anyway," Rosa shrugged. The logistic of squirrel interviews and interrogations were something she could have gone her whole life without knowing, and yet there she was.

"What the hell did you do to piss them off?" she added, followed by the real question here: "Why are there flamingos?"
died8yearsago: (suspicious)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-02 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I have no idea what the story is behind the pink ones. Which meant there either was no story at all, or it was a story she probably didn't want to hear.

So Rosa smirked at the dog as it went whining back (what? She liked intimidating small, cute things, and since she didn't have a Santiago or a Boyle here, other people's dogs would have to do for now) and then jerked her chin up at the guy.

"They usually give you this much trouble?"

So help her, if her next...."case" involved unruly ducks and misplaced flamingos....
died8yearsago: (defiant)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-03 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Rosa's head tilted a little, her attention drifting back over to where the ducks had finally fled to leave them alone and go about whatever...duck-business they had.
And then she realized what she was doing, tilted her head back, and let out a frustrated sound.

She did not just speculate on whether the odd behavior of the ducks had anything to do with stolen nuts.

Then she shook her head, realized she was acting as crazy as she felt. "Sorry," she said. "But this place is driving me nuts. But, uh, I'm glad your dog didn't get murdered by ducks."

Because....then she'd have to arrest ducks as well as squirrels.
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[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-02 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Tip gave her practice sword a few warm up swings, eyeing the woman in the sunglasses out of the corner of her eye.

She couldn't quite decide what vibe the woman was putting out, but it was a vibe that clearly brooked no idiocy and Tip was taking thorough mental notes. And wondering how long it would take her to save up to get a motorcycle jacket.
died8yearsago: (i know i'm right)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
A small eyebrow might have arched over those sunglasses.

So the guy with the dumb dog was teaching kids how to use a sword?

That was something she could approve heartily of. And it made her kind of wish she'd brought more of her own weapons with her. Granted, she brought as much as she could fit on her motorcycle and she could fit a surprising amount of weapons on anything, but still....

You could never have too many weapons. And if there were kids running around with weapons, it was probably a good thing that they actually knew how to use them.
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[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-02 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Tip lifted her chin in return for that raised eyebrow. The being quiet was part of the vibe, too.

"Hi."

Tip had never been super great at quiet.
died8yearsago: (chin lift)

[personal profile] died8yearsago 2018-03-03 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yeaaah, quiet had never been a problem for Rosa.

Unless cold medicine was involved.

But she did return the lift of chin.

"What's up?"
intotheout: (gone fishing)

[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-03 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
She got a response! Tip was very proud of herself. She flipped her practice sword.

"Sword lessons."

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intotheout: (amused)

[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-02 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Tip smirked, watching the action. "You show them, sensei. Those ducks aren't the boss of you."
intotheout: (romantic)

[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-02 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"They should have the right to defend themselves," Tip agreed. "You know, you're going to have your work cut out for you trying to get me thinking about anything but that mad dash away from ducks, today."
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[personal profile] intotheout 2018-03-02 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oooo, tempting," Tip said. "But yeah, no, we might be better off sparring."

It was hard to be intimidated about sparring when you'd just watched your opponent run in a panic from a flock of birds.

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