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fandomtownies2019-10-04 08:50 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2019-10-04 08:50 am
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
Did Kanan look tired today as he made his way into the park? You bet Kanan looked tired today as he made his way into the park. Yesterday's jello rain had caught him off-guard, and he'd spent far too much of his day getting tarps up over the Escape and then heading to the scrapyard to do the same for the Ghost, before doubling back to try to clean the ships from underneath those tarps before that gunk started to harden there. Sure, going fast enough in-atmosphere would just burn it off, but his ship in particular had jointed wings, and you couldn't burn anything off if you couldn't unfold them. Not to mention the worry that some of that might have made its way into the inner workings, and then there was the chore of uncovering them again, and...
Suffice it to say that being the maintenance man on a pair of freighters meant that he had his work cut out for him whenever the island's weather decided to get a little weird.
Which was why he was meditating in the park this afternoon, honest.
It wasn't sleeping, it was just... kinda close to it, that was all.
Though, really, he could probably stand to get some more of that sleep stuff, too.
[OOC: Open!]
Suffice it to say that being the maintenance man on a pair of freighters meant that he had his work cut out for him whenever the island's weather decided to get a little weird.
Which was why he was meditating in the park this afternoon, honest.
It wasn't sleeping, it was just... kinda close to it, that was all.
Though, really, he could probably stand to get some more of that sleep stuff, too.
[OOC: Open!]