Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Okay, so... Kanan could live with the holiday decorating that had clearly gone on in his warehouse overnight. It was... ostentatious, he figured was the word for it... a little more well-illuminated than he was used to.

There had been some, ah, some paint involved. And the crates were almost all wrapped up to look like large presents. He suspected that whatever it was that had gone on in here hadn't been the island's holiday weirdness, but he was willing to give it a day or so to process what to make of it before getting too concerned.

Maybe by then he'd admit it was all actually kind of nice. In a fairy lights and tinsel sort of way. He'd have to clear the tinsel out if he wanted to bring his dog back around, but the lights were fine enough, and... He glanced at the pile of training weapons and squinted a little. Were those candy stripes?

...

No, you know what, he was going to just use his lightsaber instead. A tactic that lasted all of three steps into his first form, when he lunged forward and found himself holding a well-lit tree branch.

........

So if anybody came into the warehouse today, Kanan was going to just be on the floor, meditating, with holiday baubles suspended in the air around him. Today seemed like a good day for meditation.

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[thatwaslucky]

On the bright side, there was a Rey text!

Happy Friday!

Still felt weird saying that.

[uncertain_dume]

In reply, Kanan sent her a photo of the warehouse.

Save me from teenagers.

The weirdness was the weapon thing. This could only be teenagers.

[thatwaslucky]

It looks so good!

Helpful?

[uncertain_dume]

Eh, close enough.

It's definitely bright. I don't hate it.

Things he wouldn't admit to just anybody.

[thatwaslucky]

I'm guessing this wasn't planned?

[uncertain_dume]

Well, somebody certainly planned it, anyway.

Not him. But somebody.

[thatwaslucky]

It's very festive. I like it.

It'd always been a weird holiday for Rey, but it was a pretty one.

[uncertain_dume]

It's mostly harmless, at least. I might feel bad using one of those crates as a table later, but there's not much to be done about that.

Except maybe to unwrap it.

How are things going for you this week?

[thatwaslucky]

Slow. I'm trying to do both regular work and work on the shop. I need more time in my day.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan made his way to the warehouse. He paused mid-step through the door, letting his eyes take in the tableau.

The crates had been gift wrapped. Lights and tinsel and paint decorated.. all of the everything.

Kanan, sitting on the floor, decorating the air around him with holiday baubles.

"Uh," Kaidan began, finally finishing the step and closing the door behind him, "Are you feeling ok? Did you get bitten by a Coke-wielding bear or something?"

He couldn't figure out if the Spirit of Christmas had somehow infected Kanan or whether he was taking the absolute piss out of the holiday by over-the-top ironic decorating. It was Fandom, either was likely.

[uncertain_dume]

Deep inhale.

Slow exhale.

Hold the baubles.

"Pick up one of the practice swords and give it a swing," Kanan instructed, eyes still shut. "Really put your back into it."

He was having a day, Kaidan. The meditating was absolutely him having given up on Friday early.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan eyed him. He knew that tone, for all it was Zen-like at the moment. Kanan was usually not Zen-like.

"Ok," he agreed, "If it turns into another goddamn candy cane.."

He walked over and picked up one of the bamboo swords.

Swung.

Stared at the lighted evergreen bough suddenly in his hand.

"Huh."

A beat.

"At least it's not candy?"

Another beat.

".. Did you wind up with burned pine instead of burned peppermint?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan's reply to that was a grumble, also suspiciously zen, that didn't confirm or deny that assumption either way.

"The decorations are unrelated."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan quickly smothered a grin. The situation wasn't funny. The mental image of Kanan's 'wtFFFFF' face quickly followed by his resigned 'how is this my life now' face, however..

"Why did you decorate? I mean, it looks nice, but it's a little.. not really you," Kaidan asked.

[uncertain_dume]

"Oh, I didn't do this," Kanan sighed. Slowly, the baubles started to drift back to the pile nearby. "This was already like this when I came in today."

At least they hadn't stolen his damn ship again.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan's eyebrows rose. "That's a relief. I mean, I was thinking gremlin, here, for a minute."

Polar bear. Whatever.

He looked around at the ...festive. Loudly, loudly festive.

"Do you want to leave it like this, or do you want to start tearing the paper off the gifts?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan sounded vaguely exasperated, now.

"I say leave it, at least until the holiday is over. And then I can burn that wrapping paper with extreme prejudice."

...

"And it's kind of pretty."

Shut up.

[unusual_sith]

It was Friday, so Lana decided to come and grump at Kanan in person today about the island'd whimsy.

She stopped just inside the door and blinked. "Well, that's certainly festive."

It was probably more colours than she'd ever seen in one place before.

[uncertain_dume]

"I didn't do it," Kanan reported. Yes, from where he was still meditating on the floor. Quite possibly sitting in a drift of glitter. "I'm just surrounded by it. I'm resigned to this being my life now."

It was a very Jedi way to cope, he thought.

[unusual_sith]

"Very surrounded." Lana stuck out a hand and lifted the glittery drift in a whirlwind, holding it in place while she settled where it had been. "The island?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a soft huff of a laugh at that.

"Not likely," he replied. "I have my suspicions as to who was involved in this." He cracked open one eye and looked her way. "But it's harmless enough."

[unusual_sith]

"Someone who thought you needed more colour in your life," Lana said. She reached out further and sank into the Force, separating the stream of glitter into a few different streams, then twirled them around Kanan's ornaments, jostling them a little.

[uncertain_dume]

"That's a relatively small list of people," Kanan noted, making another small sound of amusement, a sort of 'tch' between his teeth as he settled back into his meditation. Steadied the ornaments back into their lazy drift across the room. "I'm not the most colorful person out there, I'll grant them that."

[unusual_sith]

"Why is that?" Lana asked. Her glittery wind made a little puff of an explosion, poking several ornaments at once. "Do you just not enjoy it?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan blew out a small breath, slowly, as he focused on keeping the ornaments well in place, now.

"Moderation," he explained. "Jedi aren't meant to amass material possessions. You won't find a wealthy Jedi. Enjoyment... isn't exactly a factor in most of what we do."