Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

While Kitty had been home a couple weeks ago, she'd been caught up on all the post-Phoenix fallout, including Logan getting into detail about what Peter was up to. At the time she'd said she didn't care, buuuut.

Okay, yeah, sure, he'd tried to destroy the school and kill her husband. Those were also ridiculously un-Peter things that he'd done under the influence of something else, and she knew what he'd be going through after that. And maybe it was because she knew they'd be in each other's orbit eventually, or maybe it was because she was having a mutant daughter in less time than she was ready to think about and she'd lost a lot of people already that Lexi wouldn't get to know, but she was kiiiind of tempted to send him a text, just to check in.

And then she had to get something from the stock room and came back to the bar to spend twenty minutes figuring out where she'd put her phone only to find it in the ice bin, and decided maybe today was not the day.

[Open, no OCD!]

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[spectre_alenko]

After a full day of exercise, and more at peace with the world, Kaidan hit up the bar for a beer on his way home. Checking out the drinks menu, he found he wasn't familiar at all with any of the brands available. Hailing a bartender, he sought assistance. "What do you have in the way of good imports, preferably ale or lager-style, not IPA?"

[throughaphase]

Kitty rattled off the list mostly from memory. So sue her, she had to look to remember one that would not stick in her brain. "We have IPAs, but no one actually orders them so we mostly stay simple. Well, except for the not-local stuff."

[spectre_alenko]

"It's not a dark beer kind of day. I'll take a bottle of the German, please." He hesitated a moment, and then chuckled, "I'm sort of wary about asking but: 'not-local stuff'?"

[throughaphase]

"Usually space," she said, going to get the beer. "We've got stuff from all over, and if we don't have it, I can usually get it."

[spectre_alenko]

"Space," Kaidan mused, taking the beer, "Interesting. Possibly risky, depending on yeast mutations. Think I'll stick with stuff from this planet." He took a sip, eyes widening in appreciation, "This is pretty good!"

It amused him, drinking beer from a time Earth still had wild yeasts.

[throughaphase]

"Nothing but the best at my bar. Except for the crappy stuff that some people insist on drinking." Looking at you, Coors Lite. "So you're new, huh?"

[spectre_alenko]

Coors Light, thankfully, had not survived into the 22nd century. "New to the island," Kaidan nodded, almost as if he were becoming used to being pegged for 'new' everywhere, "I take it you're not?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Hey, new guy found the bar," Kanan laughed, grinning and nodding in Kaidan's direction. "Good to see you finding your way around. How are you holding up so far, Kaidan?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Kanan," Kaidan greeted with a smile, "Of course I found the bar. I'm Canadian. We can always find the beer. As to how I'm doing.." He tilted the beer back and forth gently, "Medical necessity. How's your week going?"

[uncertain_dume]

The mun would protest that Canadian stereotype, but as they're currently sitting around in a flannel button-down, probably has no room to talk.

"No complaints, I think," Kanan said, actually pausing to consider for a moment. "None of my students have me wanting to pitch them out an airlock or anything, which is a good sign this time of year. Picked up an actual sword last week. That'll be interesting to work with. Overall... not bad."

[spectre_alenko]

Spousal unit is from Newfoundland. As a 'murican, I am amused by 'The Beer Store' and its orange glory.

"Good to hear," Kaidan congratulated, "Glad you're having a good week." He took another sip and added, "What is it with swords around here? There was a dude at the gym who had one earlier, Peter said he practices with one, now you?" Shaking his head a little, he asked, "Is there a club? Should I try to find a meter-long hunk of sharpened steel to fit in?"

[uncertain_dume]

I'm so jealous of The Beer Store. Everything in NS is government-owned.

"I'm mean, you're welcome to," Kanan laughed. "But the first thing you have to understand about this place is that there aren't just people here from the future or the present. Plenty of people show up from the past, or from realities parallel to this one, that might have certain hold-outs that set them apart from what we're accustomed to. Like the paper thing we were talking about."

He paused, and then added, "And anyway, I wouldn't call the group of people that join me in the park on Friday afternoons a club so much as a bunch of people who like socially swinging meter-long hunks of sharpened steel around. Or bamboo, if you're not ready for a live blade."

[spectre_alenko]

But your island is gorgeous, which is better than ugly orange stores!

Kaidan took another sip, nodding slowly, "Yeah, that part I'm getting used to rather more swiftly than I'd thought possible."

Grinning over the top of his bottle, he noted, "Please tell me that group isn't all male? Because if it is, I might have something to say about swinging around meter-long hunks of anything."

[uncertain_dume]

"Hey, Kitty," Kanan said, grinning as he slid into a seat at the bar. "How goes it?"

Kanan was in a weird headspace. A sort of 'I think I'm doing a good job at life right now, but I can't be sure until it blows up in my face and proves me wrong' headspace. So, after stopping by the park to wish Peter a happy birthday, he figured he might as well come visit his favorite bartender.

[throughaphase]

"Pregnancy brain is real. Otherwise, Im just fine," she said. "How're you doing?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan huffed out a little laugh at that.

"Mostly convinced I'm probably not a disaster," he offered, "so you're in good company, there."

Wasn't that good to know?

[throughaphase]

"I could tell you you're not a disaster," Kitty said, but she was smiling. "Did something happen?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug.

"Just giving this 'taking responsibility for my own poodoo' thing a try," he explained. "Talked to my TA last week like you suggested, and that went better than I even really hoped for. And, uh..." He shrugged and grabbed for a napkin, mostly just to fidget with it. "Looking for better ways to cope with going dry than just getting the bartender in on it. You shouldn't have to police my stupidity."

[throughaphase]

"True, though to be fair to you, I also haven't had to," Kitty said. The policing had been all him. "Does this mean meetings, or something else?"

[died8yearsago]

"Nothing too weird happened last week."

Rosa. You won a gremlin macramé fashion contest with a woman with talking mice and a woman obsessed with a mechanical singing fish.

Acclimated? Or just in denial? Who could even tell anymore?

"I think that calls for a celebratory beer."

[throughaphase]

"Coming right up," Kitty said, going to get the beer. "Nothing too weird?"

She'd been there Wednesday.

[died8yearsago]

Hey, come on, now, she was trying.

"No. You're right."

Just not trying to hard.

"I half wanna just forget that Wednesday happened at all."

Except maybe the winning part. And...few other details.

[throughaphase]

"I'll. Never happened." And there was her beer.

"Are you going to do another one of those events, you think? I mean, a first one since Wednesday didn't happen?"

[died8yearsago]

Yay beer!

"Probably not."

Probably yes.

"I just gotta stop listening to those damn squirrels. They're squirrels. Why am I believing anything they say in the first place?"

[throughaphase]

"Because Fandom makes things like squirrels make sense?" Kitty suggested.