Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was an odd thing, to have his schedule shifted around somewhat through the week. Yesterday had been Kanan's class, for example. In two days, there would be his Luke's shift, and then, the three days to follow would be empty. Free for him to... take in the bar, or go to movie night or spend time with friends or to lean, hard, into the smallest beads of a rebellion back home.

And after the way his conversation with Hera had ended at the countdown on Monday night, he felt, perhaps, like he was going to need to put a lot more of his focus into mostly that last one.

Be a better rebel. Being a better Jedi was something that he'd have to put his efforts into while he was here, four days on, three days off again, give it his all while he could and then shove it down somewhere dark, with a disassembled lightsaber and a holocron that remained hidden away entirely and the Force only a distant thought belonging to a destroyed Order who people already spoke of in hushed tones, like figments of their imaginations, like legends of things that went bump in the night.

When he made his way to the warehouse today, he would spend his time waiting for people by clearing a place on the floor, sitting himself on it, and then meditating in the Force. And that meditation left the room looking faintly celestial as the glitter still left over from the girls' holiday decorating hung in the air around him. His eyes remained shut as the vague beginnings of something that could almost be mistaken for tiny galaxies in their own right emerged from the chaos, spiral arms reaching out as those specks of reflective dust found a lazy orbit in the currents of the Force.

He had arrived early today, having no classes in the morning. And until people arrived or reached out to him otherwise, this was going to be how he was content to spend hours.

[OOC: Open warehouse is open!]

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[thatwaslucky]

This was a week for actual talking, so while Rey was taking a break from working on the ship, she made her usual call.

[uncertain_dume]

The call that Kanan looked forward to every Friday. His phone rang, and a small smile pulled at his lips as he reached to answer it, carefully lowering the glitter back to the floor and pulling himself back to the here and the now.

"Afternoon, Rey."

[thatwaslucky]

"Hi. I'm not interrupting anything this week, am I?" she checked.

[uncertain_dume]

"Not a thing," Kanan replied. "No attack snowmen, I didn't have my lightsaber out, we're fine to talk."

Floating glitter didn't count.

"How goes it this week?"

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm not sure yet," she admitted after a slight pause. "It's still developing."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan showed up wearing confusion on his face in addition to the gym clothes he didn't usually wear to Fridays.

"You invited Jack?" He wasn't upset, he was just really really confused.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan cracked open one eye, looking at Kaidan beyond the stretch of twisting glitter suspended in the air between them.

"Sure," he replied. "Admittedly, at first it was supposed to just be a Sabacc lesson..."

But Jack was something of a force of nature in her own right.

[spectre_alenko]

"... Do I want to know how that came to change?" he asked warily. Kaidan knew Jack was a force of nature. She was a damned hurricane looking for land. Then he huffed a laugh, "If you teach her any sort of betting game, within a week you will regret ever mentioning it existed. She's evil, Kanan."

There was no other word for the way Jack stripped credits when cards were involved. Or pool. Or darts. Or drinking someone else under the table. Or anything you could place credits on.

[uncertain_dume]

"I reassured her that I have several students that come in here through the course of the day, she wouldn't be interrupting anything if she stopped by for some Sabacc," Kanan explained. "... And then she asked if you were really learning to use a sword."

[spectre_alenko]

"So she decided to come heckle me while I'm practicing?" Kaidan said, hand going right up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Of course she did."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had intended to maybe do this last week, but forgot didn't really know how people'd feel about her lugging a new gun into the diner or the bar. But Kanan had his weird warehouse sessions every Friday, didn't he? So it even made more sense to swing by there that afternoon, hopefully not interrupting any of his sword lessons or whatever else he did.

So, with the gun slung around her hips in a modified holster a little awkwardly because she wasn't even remotely familiar with it yet, Rosa walked in and looked around, mostly thinking again how it really was a great space for her own weapons lesson, and starting to wonder if maybe she could incorporate more axes into ballet...and then looked around for Kanan, to see if it would be safe to get his attention right then or, more likely, just wait for him to notice her and go from there.

[uncertain_dume]

Fortunately, Kanan would be there, sitting on the floor, with... you know. Glitter drifting around the room. As sometimes happened.

Heh. Not at all awkward.

"Rosa," he greeted, glancing her way and... was there a way to subtly have miniature glitter galaxies drift out of view and settle into a dark corner somewhere? Because that was kind of the goal, here. "Hey, uh..." And now he was pulling himself to his feet and smiling wryly. "What brings you around today?"

[died8yearsago]

Yeah, no. Not at all.

But, hey, Rosa wasn't here to judge anyone's weird glittery meditative bullshit. Not today, anyway. Not out loud.

"This," she said, pulling the gun from the holster and walking over to offer it to him if he needed a closer look. "I'm pretty sure it came from my Secret Santa," and she sounded nearly impressed; this was way better than any Secret Santa gift she'd ever gotten...and she mostly got to choose her Secret Santa gifts through a process of intimidation to find out who got her name and then threatening that person to get her what she wanted, "but I've never seen anything like it before. It...kind of looks like some of the stuff you might be familiar with, so I thought I'd ask around."

She figured it might also help her figure out who it was from, too, since even that left her a little mystified. She had some ideas, of course, but none of them were right, because she wouldn't have in a million years have expected one of her students to have gotten it.

When she did find out, she'd be mildly annoyed, but mostly proud.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan blinked and tilted his head a little, reaching to take the blaster and turn it over in his hands a few times.

Excuse him, he couldn't help but give a low whistle.

"A blaster," he shared. "Definitely from my galaxy or a galaxy like mine, but where I'm standing, this thing would be an antique. Not by decades or centuries, at that."

He popped the power pack, turning it over in his hand for a moment, and nodded thoughtfully. Opened a compartment, looking for a few moments at the focus crystal stored within. All fairly easy to find components, nothing too fancy or rare, but a functional weapon all the same. He closed everything up again and held it back out for her to take.

"Looks like wherever it came from, it was built to be compatible with the ammunition available on the island," he offered, and then pulled out his own blaster and popped the power pack out for her to see. "You can buy these at Wellspring. The gun, probably not. Looks like maybe it was a custom build, to me."

[died8yearsago]

And so the plot thickened. "Interesting," said Rosa, who might be feeling a little eager to have something to look into, something to investigate, that actually felt worth her time and didn't involve whatever ridiculous ideas of 'crime' that this island threw at her more often than not. She took the blaster back and inspected it a little herself, which she'd done plenty of times before, but she took into consideration the things Kanan had looked into, as well.

And that blew away her first guess on the gifter, really, unless she was really not giving Kanan enough credit for duplicity. He didn't seem the type, and the interest seemed genuine. "And good to know it won't just be a set piece for my weapons closet once I blow through the ammunition. Any real tricks I should know about firing something like this, or is it kind of like any other gun, just point and shoot?"

Said in a tone that knew it wasn't always that simple. And she was a trained gunman who wasn't about to go blazing forward on new technology without looking into it first.

No matter how tempting it had been.

[unusual_sith]

Well, that was a very pretty meditation. Sort of like a fancier version of what she'd done when she was poking at it.

Lana walked over quietly - not sneaking, but not interrupting - and sat cross-legged not too far away, closing her eyes to watch what he was doing with the Force.

[uncertain_dume]

And Kanan knew she was here, of course. How could he not? She was like a walking scar in the Force, a gouge of darkness crackling with energy in the middle of the island's strange balance. Fierce, but calm.

He didn't speak out loud, but there was a faint whisper of greeting from him hanging in the Force between them as she settled in and reached out as well.

[unusual_sith]

Well, a quiet scar, anyway.

Lana took a moment to just admire his galaxies, then reached out carefully and started turning one, separating a few grains - there was the Kaas system, and the Horuset, and the Ziost...

[uncertain_dume]

And now it was Kanan's turn to sit and witness, watching her separate out very particular points in the galaxy. Quietly making note of them.

Here, this was Lothal. There was, of course, Coruscant. Gorse...

Kardoa. Mygeeto. Kaller.

[unusual_sith]

Lana smiled and kept going. Yavin, Felucia, Telos...a little farther out was Ossus, then Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta, Mandalore on the other side...

It was fortunate she wasn't a Jedi, because the frustration and humor at trying to remember galactic geography helped rather than hindered her concentration.

While Kaidan is there.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack showed up a little later but while Kaidan was still there. There was some shopping necessary and she is carrying the spoils of her hunt in a large green canvas military-style duffle. From the way she's carrying it, the weight is not insignificant.

"'Sup," she asked when she came through the door. Gave the room a look-around and took in the mats and crates, the walls and ceiling beams, and the wooden and metal swords.

"Kanan said he's never seen you fight and you need a good workout since you're too chickenshit to go all-out with anyone but me or Grunt," Jack said. That was not what Kanan had said. "Plus you two are being idiots in each other's airspace again with you," she directed her attention to Kaidan, "thinking you're shit and don't even tell me you don't think that because it's like some stupid marquee playing through your fucking head at all times. Him thinking he's a shit teacher and you're just fucking around with this dumb-ass thing you're never gonna have a practical use for. He's got it in his head this is just another one of your playdates, shit to take up time on a Friday night like there's not a damn decent bar right here in town." That was also not exactly what Kanan had said. It hit the right notes in Jack's own unique interpretation.

Never let it be said that Kanan was the only bus driver around.

Or that she had such thing as patience.

The duffel was upended in the middle of the mats. Rubber knives, inch-wide metal ball bearings, tennis balls fell out and scattered, rolling and clanging over the mats. More carefully removed were lengths of metal pipe, and a couple baseball bats so she didn't puncture the mat. She scattered those around as well and then went to appropriate both the wooden and metal swords and added them to the mix.

Re: While Kaidan is there.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan stood back as Jack started unpacking things from the duffle, listening to what she said, occasionally opening his mouth as if to protest, but then just kind of closing it again, resigned, as she barreled on.

He couldn't deny what she'd said, in a lot of ways.

And when it was all said and done, he just took in the items she was unloading onto the mats, glanced toward a crate, and then nodded toward that.

"I'll be over here."

Mildly worried about how much of the place was still going to be standing later on.

Re: While Kaidan is there.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack bobbed her head in a nod. "Yeah you might want to get to high ground for this."

Easier to throw shit at Kaidan that way.

Re: While Kaidan is there.

[uncertain_dume]

"How high?" A pause. "No, you know what... I'll just. If you need me..."

He pointed up into the rafters.

And then he jumped up into the rafters. They were easily sturdy enough to support him on the regular, he already knew. Even if a beam or two below happened to bite it in the process. And he was just not going to mention to Jack in this moment that he kept his sharpened blades up here, no.

Re: While Kaidan is there.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan listened to Jack's torrent of words the way he always did. Letting it flow in and picking out the salient details, mentally color-corrected the language for excessive hyperbole, and provided himself a summary.

Then he turned and narrowed his eyes up at Kanan. "What? Get back down here, you earned that head smack." Not that he expected Kanan would come collect on it.

He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, looking over the array of stuff. He recognized the layout. "Well, hell. This is going to hurt tomorrow. Should've warned me, I'd have brought the heavy."