fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

"...as opposed to pancakes served on...what, exactly?" Summer couldn't help but wonder as she came into the diner, tucking her blaster away and eyes almost automatically flitting to the specials board before going to sit down. "Or do I not want to know?"

Kanan just sighed and waved a hand around the room, vaguely.

"As opposed to not on anything at all," he explained. "The busboy's been experimenting with the plasmids."

Kanan sounded about as much like a disapproving dad as was actually Kananly possible, right then.

"Ah," said Summer, her eyes now dancing on over the busboy to get a guage on just how effectively the Disapproving Dad angle was working out for him. "Well. I mean, that would make trying to eat the pancakes pretty obnoxious, so I'm with you there, but, if the trend keeps up, there's a good chance none of this is even going to matter too much by the time we wake up tomorrow, so..."

She shrugged.

"I still wouldn't touch the stuff," she then assured him, "even if it is temporary in the grand scheme of things, but, you know...."

She shrugged again, and her attention shifted yet again to giving BDG a good look over. "How are you doing with this one?" she asked.

Kanan offered Summer a strained smile in reply to that, leaning forward against the counter kind of tiredly.

"Everything that's wrong with this place? The despair of the handful of still sane, the corruption of the addicts, the echoes of hundreds, maybe thousands of deaths in the fairly recent past?" He paused a moment. "Yeah, I can feel that. And I don't have great feelings about next week, either. But I'm not entirely certain if that's intuition or paranoia speaking, yet."

Definitely intuition, bud.

"Noooooooooooo," Summer let out in a little bit of a whine, a little disgruntled sigh as her shoulders, then her whole torso, seemed to slump. And there was a pout, there was definitely a pout. "You can't have bad feelings about next week, next week's my birthday. The island can't go and mess things up too much on my birthday, can it? I hope it's just paranoia, or just this week being too much and making all your weird space magic sensors all out of whack or something, because, you know....birthday."

"Birthday," Kanan agreed, and offered her a wry smile. "Let's just lean into 'paranoia' for the time being, then, and we'll address next week's whatever it is as it comes."

He paused a moment, straightened up again, and tacked on a smile, mostly for Summer's sake.

"So," he said, "pancakes, milkshake of choice, and tell me about your party plans. You do have party plans in the works, right?"

This was Summer, after all.

"Pancakes," Summer agreed, smiling back with the added power of little mental waves of good feelings and rainbows and shit at him, figuring, hey, every little bit helped, right?, "and chocolate's never a bad idea after a week like this. And as for the third thing..."

She bit her lip a little, mostly against a grin that would just be too obvious more so than any sort of nervousness or anything. Because it was BDG. She highly doubted he'd say no. "Well, I was thinking about it, and, you know, assuming things aren't, like, too horrible or anything, I, uh....might need to rope you into some heavy duty helping out, if you think you can handle it."

"Pancakes and chocolate," Kanan replied dutifully, sending the order into the kitchen along with strict instructions to make them the normal way, instead of using any fancy powers. Not today, plasmids. "And you know I'm good for whatever. What did you have in mind?"

"Weeeellllllll," said Summer, with the precise drag of someone who knew exactly what she had in mind but planned to take her sweet time getting there for dramatic effect, "we already know the what: my birthday party. So the next step was figuring out the where, and I realized that the best place is probably going to be Caritas. There's plenty of space, there's karaoke, it's right across the street from my place in case I want to just get stagger-home-drunk wasted," which was, she'd point out, her prerogative. It was her birthday, "and it's safe from whatever weird-ass and potentially dangerous thing the island decides to throw at us this coming week. So, perfect, right?

"But, there's one problem with that," she continued. "Because my birthday's on Wednesday this year," she made a general face of dislike for Wednesday birthdays as a whole, "and guess who works at Caritas on Wednesday? Pew," she pointed to herself as if he needed the help with that one, "birthday girl herself. And I'm not serving drinks at my own birthday party. And I guess I could just move it to a different day, sure, ooooor..."

Here she flashed her best, brightest grin. "We could just have a super-special best friend guest bartender that night!"

And that oh-so-helpful finger gun from earlier doubled up to two, with both barrels pointed his way.

In case he needed the help with that one, too.

And, sure, she could have probably have just said, 'Yo, BDG, you wanna bartend for me for my birthday?' and that would be that, but that wasn't nearly as interesting.

Sabine had been serious about seeing what she could find supply-wise on Sundays in case Monday turned out to be worse, so she might as well stop in today since she was here.

"...What else would they be served on?"

Really, with an introduction like that, how could Kanan possibly refuse? He chuckled, shaking his head a little in amusement, and then have dual finger-blasters right on back.

"For your birthday? Why the hell not."

That was a yes.

"Thin air," Kanan sighed. "It's possible you'd have to chase the damn things down in order to eat them."

The busboy was getting another disappointed dad look for good measure.

"So," he said, "how has your week been going so far?"

She shrugged, setting her helmet down on the counter. "A few fights and there are some things that'll show up in my nightmares for weeks, but we've made it to the last day. How about you? No more sickles?"

"Sickle-free since Monday, not that my focus has gotten much better," Kanan replied. "I did manage to come up with a class for next term, at least. Hell, the island made that one easy for me."

He even had the practical experience for this one.

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"Oh? What am I getting myself into this session?"

Because of course she was taking it.

"I knew I could count on you, BDG," Summer said, with a smile that was sort of meant to be all super saccharine and overly sweet and butt-kissy, but it just turned out too genuine to really work. Especially since she was pretty sure he'd say yes even if it wasn't her birthday.

"Just for that," she informed, "I won't even make you sing."

Kanan actually laughed at that. Hell, he needed it, really.

"You'll like this one," he offered. "I can't just call a class, 'Sabine insisted we shoot things,' but this is about as close as I can manage and still have it pretend to be academic." He raised his hands in order to make airquotes as he said, "'Adaptability And You.' Where we address whatever the hell it is the island is up to on any given week and workshop what it is we might need in order to get through to the next one relatively unscathed."

"Trust me," Kanan chuckled, "your other party guests will appreciate that."

How he'd ever been talked into doing karaoke in the first place before...

...

Well, most of the other times had been before he'd quit drinking.

"Oh, good, we can really use that," she smiled. "I think you could at least subtitle it 'Sabine insisted we shoot things'..."

"Lies," said Summer, laughing. "You did really good last time! At least, I thought so. And, since it's going to be my birthday, my opinion's really the only one that counts."

"Right, right," Kanan replied, still smiling as he shook his head. "Well, then I appreciate you giving me a reprieve, as the birthday boss and all. I'll do my best to tend the bar in a manner adequate for the occasion."

He'd rock it. There would be fancy drink mixing or whatever.

Probably a lot of jello.

"I'll be sure to mention it in the first lesson," Kanan replied, still grinning slightly. "So, are you on board to TA for this one, do you suppose? I know the Tao class is a tough act to follow, there..."

Well. For as nominally Tao as it was becoming, at this point.

"I'm always TA, and this class is practically named after me."

So, yes!

"Well, then the position is yours," Kanan said, nodding in satisfaction. "Which is good. I can't imagine it'll be all that long before we're having a class about makeshift weaponry or blaster safety or the best place to hit a humanoid person to drop them fast if they're coming at you looking to murder you and carve you open trying to find drugs."

He was giving such a dirty look toward the outside. Mostly because the busboy probably couldn't take it if he directed yet another one toward him, today.

And so many fruity booze mixed with so much Red Bull.

"There's no one else I would trust more with the job than you," Summer assured him, with a nod.

And then a bit of a sigh. "Like, literally. No one. I need to get out more."

Kanan gave a little chuckle of his own in reply to that, too.

"I feel you there, Summer," he replied. "Not that the state of the island over the past little while has been great for socializing. Wednesday things aside, anyway. I've been spending so much quality time with Beaker."

So much.

So, so much.

"Is that why they're doing that?" Sabine asked, jaw dropped. "Should I have just been saying this whole week that I don't have any?"

"Tried it," Kanan sighed. "They don't listen. I don't think there's enough lucid, coherent person left in there to listen. They figure you're lying. I suppose if I was a crazed murderer and somebody was telling me they didn't have what I was about to go digging through their fresh corpse for, I'd assume the same thing."

"I'd hope you wouldn't be in a situation to go digging through a corpse to begin with," Sabine said evenly.

"Yeah, that would make two of us," Kanan replied, reaching up and running his hand through his hair.

Almost long enough to pull back into the most ridiculous nub of a tail again. That was good, at least.

"It's been a hell of a week. I'm not predicting things getting any easier from here on out."

"I've yet to have the pleasure," Summer noted with a smirk. "Now watch, this Wednesday, that's who I'll be paired up with. Like a present from the Island. Happy Birthday, Summer! Have this little explody guy who will likely catch on fire or maybe crash you into something!"

She paused, thoughtful, head tilted a little.

"Actually, that wouldn't be much different from working with Grampa Rick, now that I think about it. Just...smaller. Although....I've worked with smaller Grampa Rick's, too, so..."

And also subsequently had to kill a few of them, too, but come on. Who hasn't had to kill teenaged clones of their grandfather before?

She shrugged. "They look like they might even go to the same barber, even."

"... The more you talk about your grandfather, the more I worry about the man," Kanan noted.

Which was probably the correct response, anyway.

Even if it was coming from the guy who seemed to give himself brand new Bad Idea Haircuts every time he was in a state where he couldn't remember why he wore his hair the way he did.

"Nope. I'm going with Lana to her universe during break, trying to stock up on some stuff and hoping it doesn't change with the rest of the island come any given Monday," Sabine said. "I don't know how much the other students have prepared."

"Medkits and rations?" Kanan guessed. "I should tap Hera and see if she's up to making a similar run. Maybe if we're lucky, we can jump on supply runs first thing in the week and whatever we bring back will stay as it is. That'd be... well, not convenient, but at least a hopefully workable emergency backup plan."

"We seem to have off weeks every now and then for a break," Sabine pointed out. "And if you ever want more company for those..."

She'd more or less given up on actual jobs happening, but she still liked the option of going home.

For what it was worth, Kanan was trying! But he didn't have access to Hera's contacts the way she did, so they were kind of at the mercy of Fulcrum.

Whoever that was.

"You know I'd never say no," he noted, smiling wryly. "And any time you want to go back for anything, you just have to ask. My ship's got room for a passenger."

A pause.

"I'll even try to avoid trees in the future."

Another eventual strike against Fulcrum! Once Sabine knew about that, anyway.

"Choose any paths and portals that keep us away from sociopathic monkeys, please."

"Honestly, given the way the island's been going lately, I'd almost take the monkey," Kanan admitted. And paused. "Almost."

That monkey had been a giggling nightmare beast.

"I don't know. At least here if you have to kill something you don't have their cuddly friends looking at you," Sabine reasoned.

"Here if you have to kill something, their cuddly friends are probably also trying to kill you," Kanan noted. "Or their not-so-cuddly friends. Or the giant bugs that were attracted by the noise."

Basically, Kanan was pretty reasonably certain that the island was trying to kill them, and the breather weeks were for Fandom's sake, not theirs.

"If this had happened last year and I'd come into it, I'd have a very different impression of this place," she admitted.

"The first year I showed up, the island was doing some travel too," Kanan noted. "The most I got out of that was a bad hangover and a great dog."

So... this really didn't compare.

"I'm going to really hope no one decides to get a pet this time," Sabine said, putting that hope out into the universe.

She could see Nina doing it.

... So could Kanan. And now he was going to get nightmares.

"Yeaaah, here's hoping wherever we end up next will just be more fireworks. The fireworks were nice."

Like a rainbow!

Funny, that.

"I can make those. I might end up setting them off over another weird murderland, but I can give you fireworks."

Sabine was a brat.

"... At this point, Sabine, I'll take that."

Anything would be a step up from Rapture, right?

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