That Abandoned Warehouse Kanan Basically Stole Last Week, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Well, the weather was up to its poodoo again, and so once again, Kanan had sent a message to anyone who might normally meet him in the park, telling them to look for the telltale lightsaber burn on the door of the warehouse he'd... kinda broken into last week.

It was easier this way than dealing with the mud, or the disgruntled ducks, or whatever other nonsense was going on out there. And it meant Kanan could really go to town, practicing Force-leaps from across the floor up onto the stacked crates.

... To the dulcet tones of the singing fish.

Damn that thing. He'd stuck it into a corner and turned it around to put it into a time-out.

It knew what it did.

[OOC: Open!]

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[thatwaslucky]

Rey was here, because she didn't shy away from things like accidentally having jinxed someone into getting that thing, but she had second thoughts once she heard the fish.

On one hand she didn't want to distract him while he was leaping around. On the other hand, if the fish wasn't already doing that...

[uncertain_dume]

"Rey!" Yeah, with the fish doing its business hovering over a steadily growing pile of confetti, it was hard for Kanan to not cling to any distraction from it in particular. He sat himself down on the edge of a large crate and waved down at her. "Come to witness my misery, huh?"

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm very sorry," she said immediately. She didn't even apologize for wrecking ancient stuff, so she meant this. "If I thought you'd get it..."

And that she'd have to see it again...

[uncertain_dume]

"Hey, there was no way of knowing," Kanan replied, shrugging. The Force wasn't so kind as to give him warnings about screaming fish, apparently. "It just means my dog is starting to associate being around me with random small explosions, which, overall, isn't completely inaccurate anyway."

Stance hated this thing.

[thatwaslucky]

"I was actually worried I'd get it twice in a row," she admitted. She wasn't forgetting China, Anakin. "If you want Stance to get a break from it I can always take him for a bit."

Not the fish.

[uncertain_dume]

"Oh, thanks," Kanan replied with a faintly sardonic smile. "I think Hera has him handled until this thing gives up on me, but if you want to take him out to play, you can go ahead and ask her. I'm sure she'd be fine with that."

[thatwaslucky]

"Okay," she said, and shook her head. "We have to be done with this thing soon, right?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Anakin was talking about pitching it into a sun after the summer is through," Kanan offered. "He suggested this one, I said it's too close, he's leaning more toward the Inner Rim, now."

Nice and far from anywhere Kanan would ever go, so he'd agreed.

[thatwaslucky]

"Whose version of the Inner Rim?" Rey lived nowhere near there. She doubted she would ever be anywhere in the Inner Rim. Didn't matter.

[intotheout]

Tip came in, saw the fish, and turned back around.

"Nope."

[uncertain_dume]

"Get back here," Kanan called after her. "If I have to deal with it this week, so do you."

It would develop character or something.

[intotheout]

"I already had to deal with it. We set that thing on fire and sent it out to sea and it came back. I'm pretty sure it's cursed."

[uncertain_dume]

"I tried to leave it on the moon yesterday," Kanan intoned. "I know it's cursed."

Yeah, Gem flying tech was... not slow.

[intotheout]

Tip folded her arms across her chest. "And so now you're going to spread the curse. Nice."

[uncertain_dume]

"It's probably only contagious if you piss it off," Kanan said easily. "Are you planning on pissing off the fish?"

Putting it into a freezer for half a week, say?

[intotheout]

"I helped set it on fire," Tip said again. "I'm not going near it."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan paused for a moment, glanced at the fish, and then gave a slow nod.

... It had gotten better.

It kept doing that.

"Fair enough," he said, relenting, finally. "We'll try again next week. In the meantime, find somebody to spar before next Friday or something."

[intraspective]

Yeah, oh yeah, guess who was continuing her stalking of Kanan and his pet fish.

And listening in on his other conversations from somewhere near the rafters.

"It came back from the moon?" Ino called down, utterly delighted.

Maybe she could give the fish to Reno and suggest he give it to Tseng after the summer. That had merit. Ino liked Tseng too much to give it to him directly, but...

[uncertain_dume]

"It's evil, Iris," Kanan called back, peering up... not nearly as much as he could have been, leaping up onto a nearby crate. "Evil enough to make a trip like that in hours. I don't trust it."

It was already drifting toward him from where he'd shoved it in the corner, the wicked thing.

[intraspective]

"It looooves you," Ino said, waving at him.

She was good at the whole hiding thing, but hiding and talking was silly.

[uncertain_dume]

"No, I'm pretty sure it hates me," Kanan argued. "I'm certain this was meant to be some kind of intimidation move. It watches me sleep."

So he hadn't gotten much of that recently. Funny that.

[intraspective]

"The Dusk books and their ilk taught me that's love," Ino insisted. Irrepressibly.

[uncertain_dume]

"... Makes me thankful I have no idea what those are," Kanan replied, squinting a little.

They were so glittery, Kanan. So glittery.

[intraspective]

They were absolutely hilarious garbage, Kanan.

"I bet the library'd have them," she suggested.

[uncertain_dume]

"And I would read them... why?"

He was actually asking. Why??