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Kitty typically had bad luck with this sort of thing. There's been the time she'd been in the flooded store with a shark, and then there's been the sharkicane-related savage to Caritas that had ended in a renovation and a lot of lies to the insurance company. (You explain the shark.) So shes exkected the worst here yesterday until she found that at least the inside of the bar was totally dry.

As for getting in without letting water in... In case anyone still made it out here, there was a sign on the door.

KNOCK AND I'LL PHASE YOU IN!

ALSO THERE'S A LADDER AROUND BACK INTO THE BATHROOMS IF YOU WANT ADVENTURE

She hadn't let Tino in. She'd seen him on a flamingo floatie in swim trunks waited until he went away.

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"It wasn't that much adventure," Kanan noted, making his way out from the men's room and dusting himself off. "... Hey, Kitty."

Someone needed his Tuesday night bar fix. Someone was also developing a serious case of cabin fever after one full day of everything he generally passed the time with being submerged. And so: Ladder. Bathrooms. Bar.

"I'm just saying, most people probably don't want to squeeze through a window from a ladder," Kitty said. "You made it!"

"I made it!" Kanan replied, grinning as he made his way to the bar. "It's Tuesday. I wasn't going to let a little water ruin my plans."

It should be noted that he'd absolutely let a little water ruin his plans for class yesterday, but there wasn't much to be done about that. Maybe program the Danger Shop last-minute?

Eh, he'd keep that in mind for the next time. Two weeks in, he was already pretty sure there would be a next time.

"Besides, I've done weirder."

"Should I ask for stories?" Kitty said.

"All of my 'weirder' stories would probably just make you disappointed in me," Kanan admitted with a wry laugh. "The last ten years of my life or so have been a journey of... mostly just me being awful."

"Eh, you don't know the people I know," she said. "My low bar for disappointment is very high."

"Fair enough," Kanan mused, reaching up and scratching his chin. "I spent about half a year making a living by collecting my own bounty, once."

Because of course there had been a bounty.

"That's very enterprising of you," she said evenly. "Works until you get caught getting caught."

"I never really got caught getting caught," Kanan noted, "but I did just straight-up get caught."

That... probably parsed if you squinted.

She got it!

"Okay, that sucks more," she decided.

"It wasn't great," Kanan agreed. "It lasted about an hour, maybe two, and I was unconscious for most of it. That would be my one and only trip out of an airlock to date."

... There would be more.

Because Kanan.

"The fact that you said 'to date' is incredibly concerning," Kitty pointed out.

"I have few illusions about the direction my life is headed," Kanan replied with a shrug.

Rosa had almost considered skipping out on Tuesday night drinking, because no. But, as she considered how she wasn't doing much else in her slightly water-soaked apartment except for maybe trying to figure out how to turn her motorcycle into a jet ski, she figured she'd give herself a challenge by trying to figure out a way to get herself over to the roof of Caritas without getting wet.

Look. She was bored, it was something to do, and she knew she could pull it off, though she may not have realized she hadn't considered the reverse until she'd already landed.

Oh, well. Either way, she was down for an adventure that didn't involve feeling maybe a little weird about being phased in by her friend, so she went in through the bathrooms.

"Why?" she asked, once she got settled in her usual spot with every intention of staying for a while considering the effort it took to get there.

It was a loaded why, really, encompassing so...so much.

"Heading out of airlocks?" Kitty asked.

"Which part is that about?" Kitty asked. "Hi!"

"Heading into trouble," Kanan clarified. "Probably in space. Space has a lot of airlocks."

"Hi," Rosa offered back, reluctantly, sure, but there was a faint grin in there, too. "And it's for all of it..." She took a moment to consider specifying, then shook her head again. "Just...all of it."

Between his two classes and securing a kayak that was still somehow fit for water so that he could fulfil his self-prescribed weekly duties of visiting the dogs at the animal shelter, Wayne was feeling like he was having an exceptionally productive day (considering how the days here went, anyway, what without any chorin'), and so he felt no reason why not to keep up the trend and take care of something else he'd been meaning to do, while he was out and about anyway, and that was finally stop in at that bar.

As soon as he took a moment to frown at the sign and wonder if that first part meant what he thought the first part meant and that if the first part meant what he thought it meant, then he didn't want anything to do with that. He'd take the adventure, finding a good spot to tether up his kayak, hitch himself up on that ladder, and decend into this supposed adventure.

Bit weird, entering a place through the washroom, but at least this way, he could get a good scope about it before even entering the bar. You could tell a lot about an establishment based on its washrooms, after all.

He headed to the bar, noting that the crowd seemed about just what you'd expect from a small town bar on a Tuesday night, maybe a little on the lighter side, and got down to the important business when he spotted the bartender, turned sharply that way before heading over, and standing there with his thumbs in his beltloops.

"Do you carry any Puppers?"

"Stick to the other end of the ships, please," she said.

"Well, I've got to get on the ships," Kanan reasoned. "But I'll see what I can do."

"I have no answers to any of that, but luckily I do have alcohol," Kitty offered.

"We carry most stuff," Kitty answered. "What is that, so I know where to look?"

"And," Rosa reasoned, "if you have enough of that, then the answers really start to not matter as much. Beer me, Kitty. And try to convince me that it's a bad idea to get some scuba equipment and start scouring the ocean floor for a big cartoon drain plug that just needs to be pulled to take care of this."

Yes, she had honestly considered this.

No, she wasn't convinced it wasn't the solution.

Yes, she'd been here way too long.

Help.

"It's a beer," Wayne offered. "Outta Ontario."

There was a...noteable pause, a bit more of a murmur coming up.

"S'got a picture of a cute dog on the label."

Which was, really, the important part.

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