That Warehouse O'Kanan's, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

After his class, Kanan had contemplated doing his training in the park for the first time in a few weeks. Until he'd stepped outside and found himself soaked through with rainwater in short order.

Sigh.

So he'd made his way to the warehouse, sent people - sent anybody still around, really - the usual update about where practice was going to be today, and sighed as he started peeling his way out of his armor so that his clothing would dry as he trained. Hopefully.

So, he was adding that to the list of things he was going to have to start leaving in here. A change of clothes. Good to know.

Ah well. Maybe he'd just meditate until he'd dried off enough to train a little more comfortably.

[OOC: Open warehouse, woo!]

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[thatwaslucky]

The problem with Friday check-ins was that Rey had way to know when she was interrupting now. Oops.

Anyway, incoming call!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan huffed out a little laugh as he realized much the same, cracking open one eye and reaching for his phone.

"Hey, it's Kanan."

... Obviously. Who else would it be?

[thatwaslucky]

"Good, that's who I was calling," she said, smiling.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan couldn't help but chuckle a little at that.

"And nobody's stolen my phone. Hey, Rey. Good to hear from you."

[thatwaslucky]

"I promised I'd check in," she said. "Were you in the middle of anything?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Nothing I wasn't willing to have interrupted," Kanan replied with a little smile. "Sitting and being soggy. Apparently I could have paid better attention to the weather reports before setting out this morning. Settling back in okay over there?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Actually, yeah," she said. "I'm doing repairs to some things, but apparently I protected my stuff well enough that it hasn't been too big a problem. It's just getting back into the routine of things."

That part was sucking, because she realized how much she didn't like the routine.

[uncertain_dume]

"Ah, old routines," Kanan replied, a bit of a knowing note in his voice. "Yeah, I have some idea of what that's like."

For better or worse, really.

"Good to hear there wasn't too much damage while you were away, anyhow. And your phone's even got a charge. That's promising."

Well. It meant she'd have contact with people offworld, at least. Which was reassuring to a budding Space Dad.

[thatwaslucky]

"It does! And th generator is still going, so I should be okay there. I'm still entirely reachable."

Because Space Dad.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan arrived, wearing a rainsuit and carrying a small duffel bag. Wiping the rain off his face once he entered the warehouse, he went and dropped the bag on a crate and began unzipping the nylon jacket and pants. Throwing Kanan a curious look, he asked, "Has nobody introduced you to weather-appropriate clothing, or is communing with the elements some sort of Jedi thing?"

He honestly didn't know. Kanan was sitting there, dripping wet, meditating. It was a little strange.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan made a little huffing sound, something like a laugh, and then cracked open an eye to look back Kaidan's way.

"I got caught in it," he replied. "But if it makes me look like less of an idiot, sure, this is a Jedi thing."

[spectre_alenko]

"They make umbrellas that fold up to a size not much bigger than the handle of your lightsaber," Kaidan said, shaking off the rain gear and hanging it over one end of the crate to dry. "Do you want a dry t-shirt?"

[uncertain_dume]

"If I start carrying around things that would be nice to have on hand just because they're portable, I'd still be bogged down by it all," Kanan grumbled, looking down at himself and pulling the bottom of his tunic away from himself to inspect it.

He sighed.

"But yeah, if you have one to spare, I'll take it. Thanks."

[spectre_alenko]

A rummage inside the duffel produced a wrinkled but clean t-shirt. He walked over and handed it to Kanan, "Yeah, I carry a couple spares in the bag. Wearing sweaty clothes home from the gym isn't something I do by choice. I'd offer pants but mine would be too big in the waist and too short in the leg on you. Shirt should fit, though." Shirt might actually be a little big. Kanan was built like a tree. Kaidan was built more like a wall.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan shrugged, taking the shirt and setting it on a nearby crate before standing so he could peel his way out of the one he was wearing.

"I just need something dry to wear in case my student shows up," he noted. "Doesn't have to fit too perfectly, anyway. Hopefully my other shirt won't be too bad and the rain'll let up when we're done here."

He pulled the t-shirt on, shrugged a little at the fit - a little baggy, nothing too terrible - and made his way to a nearby shelf to sling his tunic over the edge.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan shrugged back at him and dug out a pair of sweat pants, tossing those over as well, "You could try 'em. They're drawstring at least."

He sized up Kanan's naked back, noting where the muscles were built up. He was built like a laborer, upper back and shoulders more built up than over his ribs. Used to lifting heavy loads. Or swinging a sword around, Kaidan supposed. He also took note of the scars. What had to be blaster burns, a weird combination of round projectile mark that had burned the wound instead of tearing it. Too small to be from the front end of a lightsaber. Lighter marks, scuffing, faded with time. Kaidan did some mental math and realized just how old those must be.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan reached out a hand and caught the pants without even turning around to see where they were coming from.

"Thanks," he said, nodding, and then kicking off his boots and starting on his belt. "Not much sense having a dry top half and a wet everything else."

He turned a grin over his shoulder.

"Let's see how far up my leg the bottom is."

[intotheout]

Tip was there, for the first time in a couple weeks thanks to her entirely handwaved time spent visiting her family back home. "Heya, Sensei," she greeted as she came in. "Did you miss me?"

[uncertain_dume]

"It's been weird not being called 'Sensei' for a few weeks," Kanan said, opening his eyes and grinning up at her, "so I'm going to go with 'yes.' Have a good break?"

[intotheout]

"Yup! J.Lo and I hit up Philadelphia. He wanted to see 'the museums withto is havings the parts of strange-bodied humanspeople.'" Tip's J.Lo impression was spot on. That Boov accent was hard! "Then he had to try not to throw up when we got there. It was fun."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan squinted a little bit.

"I for the life of me have no idea what that museum is," he admitted. "Sounds like it was quite the experience for him, though."

[intotheout]

"It's called the Mutter Museum. It's full of medical oddities. Very gross."

And Tip was still at that age where really gross bodily stuff delighted her.

[uncertain_dume]

"Huh," Kanan blinked, and then laughed a little. "Okay, that sounds fascinating and like exactly the sort of thing J.Lo would love and immediately hate."

Based on his... two times meeting him? And whatever Tip had told him about the guy.

[intotheout]

"Eeeexactly. Though now he's going to try to make me do a 'proper' trip through the Boov Museum of Sound."

[uncertain_dume]

"Museum of sound?" Kanan tilted his head, curious. "What's that entail?"