Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Another wet one out there meant another Friday spent in the warehouse, with Kanan meditating his way through the morning and on as long as he could get away with before anybody's arrival to train. Today, rather than simply reaching out in the Force, he was levitating the disparate parts of his lightsaber around himself, quietly probing each piece to make certain it was all just so.

Basically giving the whole thing a mystical tune-up. Not that it was especially necessary, not since Master Kiwiiks had gone at it again the other weekend while he was busy being a dirty wizard hobo, but it was good, too, to be aware of just what she'd done with it.

One of these weekends Hera would turn into an ancient, long dead Jedi Master, and he would be himself, instead of a round cat or a scruffy Zemnian man with a lithe cat, and wouldn't that be an experience?

[OOC: Open!]

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[thatwaslucky]

The last few weeks had been texts, so Rey was back to her normal call at the usual time today.

While as usual hoping she wasn't interrupting.

[uncertain_dume]

Meanwhile Kanan, as usual, was completely interruptable.

"Rey! Hey!"

He was doing better today than he had been earlier in the week. That was probably promising, right?

[thatwaslucky]

It was!

"Hello to you, too," Rey smiled. "Good day."

[uncertain_dume]

"Good day," Kanan echoed. "Yeah? How are things going over there for you this week?"

Good news. He could stand to hear some good news.

[thatwaslucky]

"There's never much new," Rey pointed out. "I was able to put together a decent set of goggles?"

That was good, though!

[uncertain_dume]

"Goggles are good," Kanan said, agreeing with the narrative. "Keep the sand out, or sparks if it comes to that?"

It was the little things. He was Jedi, more or less. He could appreciate little things.

[thatwaslucky]

"Exactly. Driving can be impossible when it's windy. I've managed, but these are better."

Because she'd popped the lenses out of a stormtrooper helmet.

[justice_undone]

With classes finished, Breq headed over to the warehouse. She stopped in the doorway and remained silent while watching Kanan levitate objects, assuming he could sense her presence.

[uncertain_dume]

It only took a moment, before the parts of Kanan's lightsaber began to pull together, clicking and twisting into place until a complete hilt was left floating in the air before him.

He held out a hand and took it.

"Good afteroon, Breq," he said, opening his eyes to nod he way.

[justice_undone]

"Good afternoon."

Breq smiled as she crossed the room. "I haven't seen you do that exercise before."

[uncertain_dume]

"It's not one I tend to do out in the open," Kanan replied with a wry smile. "But I figured I would make certain everything is in working order before I ignite the blade today."

And it was something else to throw his focus into that didn't involve thinking about dying or being blinded.

[justice_undone]

Breq didn't question this.

"Should I ask how your week has been or is it better to leave that subject?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan actually laughed quietly for a moment at that.

"It's nothing so bad I can't handle it," he offered. "Neither of the kids I got last weekend were new, even if they were both complicated in their own ways. But I'll ask you the same question right back. This week? You want to talk about it, or move along?"

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack went to visit. She didn't have anything to talk about, she just wanted to watch Kanan do sword shit because, in addition to the flippy shit, it didn't get old either. She clambered up on some crates and sat there, watching him float bits of the lightsaber around.

She'd brought her blaster, just in case.

[uncertain_dume]

Jack was difficult to miss, when she entered the warehouse. Kanan smiled faintly, resolving to take his lightsaber apart again and really give it a thorough treatment sometime not a Friday afternoon, and started to reassemble it again.

"Hey, Jack," he greeted.

[biotic_psychotic]

You should know by now you'd get no peace in this warehouse on a Friday, ickle. Jack was probably difficult to miss from orbit.

"Hey," she greeted, watching the reassembly with just as much interest as she'd watched the floating. "Do you want to be shot at today?"

Jack had strange ways of showing she cared.

[uncertain_dume]

"You know, I do?"

Force knew he'd be shot at by people who didn't have weapons set to stun plenty from here on out. He could use the training opportunity.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack nodded and unfolded from her seated position. Did a quick stretch out, cracking her neck to either side. Pulled the blaster from its holster and checked it, then tossed it to Kanan. "Check it?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan nodded, clipping his lightsaber to his belt and in the same motion catching the thrown weapon. He took a moment to pull it from the holster, inspecting the shape it was in just generally before he started disassembling pieces here and there.

"Looks good," he noted. "Looks good. Oh, huh. I would love to see your supplier about that part..."

That wouldn't happen. He wasn't hitting Coruscant ever.

[unusual_sith]

Lana came in slowly and respectfully, then angled herself away from the lightsaber parts.

And threw a large bowl's worth of pudding at Kanan.

[uncertain_dume]

Aaand that would be Kanan needing to make a snap judgment about where his focus was going to go, right around the same time he wound up coated in pudding.

"Not around the lightsaber," he ground out.

As it practically slithered its way down the back of his shirt.

Yeah, that was a full-body shudder from the Jedi who was trying not to drop anything, now.

[unusual_sith]

And that was the Sith steadying the lightsaber parts, just in case. "I don't know, I think you did fine. And it'll come out of your hair and off your skin...eventually. Turnabout's fair play."

And Sith did vengeance well.

[uncertain_dume]

See Kanan. See Kanan give a long-suffering sigh as he started, once again, to reassemble his weapon. A little more distracted this time than before.

"Happy now?"

Soap was, fortunately, pretty great for getting things off of skin that weren't supposed to be there. He'd be fine... eventually.

[unusual_sith]

"Much better," Lana answered. "Just returning the favour for yesterday."

[uncertain_dume]

"Looks like you got enough for yourself and all of your classmates," Kanan sighed. "... Is this butterscotch?"

He was a fan.