Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

So, Kanan had been informed yesterday by Kaidan that he had a job. Which... was not the kind of job he anticipated having, considering he'd also been told he was a Jedi, but a responsibility was a responsibility, right?

... He also had short hair. And he'd shaved. Because he'd woken up yesterday to a shoulder-length mop and a beard that had made him squint at himself in the mirror wondering what in the world was wrong with him, and while Kaidan had mentioned that there were hair ties somewhere around the apartment, he figured he could probably do something about the whole mess of it in the time before he needed to be at the diner.

Doing what, he wasn't sure exactly. But when he got there, the rest of the staff didn't seem terribly certain, either. Except for the one who had claimed a place in the kitchen as the cook, and even he didn't actually know much besides that he was a cook who worked in a diner, so...

Kanan shrugged at the rest of the staff. The staff shrugged back. And then he settled behind the counter, because that seemed right enough, right?

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Try us! Maybe we'll know how to cook it!

Kanan eyed the specials board for a minute, frowning thoughtfully. Something seemed off about that, but he couldn't put a finger on exactly what...

Ah well.

[OOC: Because short-hair-mid-twenties-Kanan was made canon and Filoni drew the image in this icon once. Had to happen eventually. If probably temporarily.]

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[biotic_psychotic]

Jack went to go see if a) Kanan was at Luke's and b) if Kanan remembered how to make decent coffee.

She walked in the door and took one look at him and exploded into noise.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOUR ENTIRE HEAD, KANAN CONSTANTINOPLE JARRUS?!"

[uncertain_dume]

Two thoughts came immediately to Kanan's mind, right about then.

First, of course, was, 'This must be Jack.'

The second... he didn't even really get, except that some errant musing in his mind offered up an, 'Oh, are we at 'C' already?'

"... Cut my hair. Shaved my face. All that hair was in the way."

And now he looked fifteen again.

[biotic_psychotic]

"What the fuck made you think it'd be a good idea to get rid of your hair when you can't remember why the fucking hell you had it long in the first place?" Jack demanded. She stomped up to the counter. "If Friday-you were here, he would kick your ass. I'm not so sure I shouldn't just so you can feel less cringey when Monday-you wakes up."

She pointed at the coffee pot, "Coffee. This requires lots of coffee."

[uncertain_dume]

"Hair grows," Kanan offered, looking faintly chagrined as he reached for the pot and a mug. "And if it's really that bad, there are hats."

He was going to try to strangle his Caleb side in effigy on Monday, just see if he didn't.

"Or hoods."

Funny he hadn't found any cloaks in his clothing, though.

[biotic_psychotic]

"Yeah, but it takes a decent amount of goddamn time to get to the length you had it," Jack scowled at him when she took her coffee, "Which I know cuz I let mine grow that long once."

She squinted at his head and sighed, "You cut it yourself, didn't you?"

[vdistinctive]

And here Wes had woken up with long hair and just kind of rolled with it. He had shaved, though.

And, well, despite the temptation, he finally decided that he couldn't actually just spend the foreseeable future in the house he'd woken up in having crazy sex with two extremely pretty people, and if he wanted to figure out what was actually going on, he was going to need to go out and explore a little.

He'd found a menu for this place on the fridge during a food break, so he figured it would be a decent place to start.

"Huh. Nice place." When he'd seen the list of diner food on the menu, he'd pictured some place seedier. Or possibly 50s themed.

[uncertain_dume]

"It seems pretty nice, yeah," Kanan agreed, turning a pleasant smile toward the man who had just come in. "We might not be completely at top form today, though, and I'll have to apologize for that. Nobody here can actually remember much, it seems."

Himself included. Clearly.

[vdistinctive]

"Really?" Wes frowned. "Man, we thought it was just us. Or -- I guess just didn't think beyond the three of us."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan smiled wryly, maybe a little apologetically, at that, too.

"Myself and my Captain, as well," he confirmed, words softened slightly by the faintest lingering hint of a British Coruscanti accent that Kanan most days managed successfully to chase away entirely. "It's not everybody - a friend stopped by and at least managed to tell Hera and I our names - but it does seem to be a lot of people."

[vdistinctive]

And here Wes and the others had had to pick their names out of a collection of suspicious IDs, like suckers.

"So . . . what, are we all part of some giant experiment or something?"

Man, this had been way more fun when they just pretended they were in a porn.

[whoisalicewhite]

Alice had been wandering all over the island they were on today, and thought it was cute. But really quiet, and not where she expected to be at all, somehow.

Still, she had stuff to report when she saw Wes through the window, so she entered the diner to join him.

"There are giant buffaloes in the woods!"

...someone had been wandering alot.

[vdistinctive]

"On an island?"

Okay, but seriously, how did he know that was weird for buffalo but not who he was?

[whoisalicewhite]

"In woods. Aren't they supposed to like grass?" Alice frowned and added, "And not be pink and red colors, or seven feet tall?" She peeked over his shoulder at the menu. "What are you ordering?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"On the East Coast?"

Cue another person with 'I don't know my name but I know more than could be expected about buffalo habitation.'

[whoisalicewhite]

"Yes! At least, I think they were buffaloes. They had alot of hair." Alice beamed up at Jean-Luc and said, "We're having lunch, sit with us. All the fries are mine."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Lucky for Wes he had or Monday would have been rough. Hardison had only barely forgiven Eliot for that unfortunate haircut around the time of the dirty bomb and that had been years ago.

Besides, it made for an excellent handhold.

"Didn't feel like cookin' today?" he asked. He'd spent the day trying to mess around with the electronics and getting stymied by passwords. Apparently, no one in the house was a password1 kind of person.

[vdistinctive]

"Didn't feel like almost burnin' that house down again when y'all decided to distract me."

Oh, but that had been an amazing distraction.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Aww, an' here, I'd come up with another few distraction techniques I was lookin' to try out," Jean-Luc said with a grin.

[throughaphase]

Kitty knew thanks to radio what was going on (mostly, it could be hard to hear around all the bleeps every week), but sometimes you just needed to get out.

She set Lexi's carrier on top of the counter and blinked. "Hi."

[uncertain_dume]

"Hi there! Welcome to-" A brief pause. "Um. Luke's."

He didn't have to glance at the specials board to refresh his memory, that was just your imagination, honest.

"Can I get anything for you to start, or would you like a minute with the menu first?"

He was so cheerful, Kitty. So cheerful. You know. On top of the rest of it.

[throughaphase]

"It's okay, I know it," she said, and paused. "When the board says 'maybe we'll know how to cook it', does that mean I should stick with a milkshake?"

[uncertain_dume]

"It mostly means that the cook isn't sure what the cook can cook until the cook tries to cook it," Kanan offered. And then paused to explain, "Nobody on shift right now actually really knows what we're supposed to be doing. But, uh, I could probably take a decent stab at a milkshake, anyway."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Jean-Luc didn't know much about himself this weekend, but he did discover one thing upon stepping into Luke's.

He loved babies.

"Awww, hiiii," he said, making faces and waving at the infant in the carrier. "How are you, baby-face, huh? How are you?"

[throughaphase]

Lexi loved attention, so that was all it took to get her smiling and making little cooing sounds.

"And now you're her favorite," Kitty smiled.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"See, now, if I'd known there were babies to meet an' greet, I mighta made more of an effort to make it outta the house yesterday," he said, nominally speaking to, you know, the adult in the conversation, but still making silly faces for the baby. "Hi there. My name might be Jean-Luc, an' it's a pleasure meetin' you for...possibly not the first time?"

He had literally no idea.