MCA #3, Wednesday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

So... it was finally Kanan's turn to inherit the singing monstrosity. Which was almost fitting, in away. After all, he'd 'won' the thing by singing. Monstrously.

Kanan's time with the fish started, probably predictably, with a round of The Song That Doesn't End blaring directly into his mind, followed by a small fireworks display and a sudden vomit of glitter and confetti.

It had gotten worse from there.

He was looking slightly irritated by the time he made it to the door of his apartment, with the fish screaming Sabotage and stinking like pumpkin spice from under one armpit. He'd tried shutting it up by smashing it against a brick wall on the way - a move he'd never admit to - and the fish had healed from the damage.

So. Day one of his week with the fish had officially begun.

He could already hear his dog crying on the other side of the door.

[OOC: OPEN. COME VISIT. WHAT A FISH.]

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[spectre_alenko]

After closing up, Kaidan was still too restless to sleep. He texted Kanan.
You still up?

[uncertain_dume]

Can't sleep. Fish will eat me.

Yes. Yes he was up.

The fish stared at him with one glowing green eye.

[spectre_alenko]

Want company? I can bring a gun.

Kaidan was the best of friends.

[uncertain_dume]

Already armed but yes, please. Stance needs all the big strong protectors he can get right now.

The fish spat off another firework.

[spectre_alenko]

OMW.

Having this ridiculous excess energy, Kaidan decided to do some free running on the way there. The trip took less time than it should.

[uncertain_dume]

Which was fine. Kanan was already sitting outside waiting.

With the fish.

It was screeching Sabotage again.

"Kaidan, I'm not supposed to actively hate things," Kanan said, by way of greeting. "But this, I loathe."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan eyed the fish with amusement. He could - it wasn't his. "At least it looks better than the last time I saw it. Maybe it exists to let you test your patience?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I don't think the Force has such a wicked sense of humor," Kanan replied, scowling at the fish. I think this is something else. Probably something evil. Look at the way it stares."

With that one beady, dead, green-glowing eye.

[spectre_alenko]

"But can you ever really be sure?" Kaidan teased, "It doesn't seem so evil. The fish, not the Force. Annoying, sure, but evil?" He see-sawed a hand.

[uncertain_dume]

Wordlessly, Kanan simply reached out to where the fish was floating in mid-air nearby, and turned it around so that it was staring at Kaidan instead.

And then he raised an eyebrow.

The fish belched pumpkin spice scented confetti and continued to stare.

[spectre_alenko]

The eye didn't really bother him. He'd seen worse. Reaching for it, he pulled it closer and looked at the scales. "Huh. Hernando did a good job of that soldering. Very neat. I like that he made it a rainbow."

Turning it, he gently bopped it back toward Kanan. "And you get it for an entire week all to yourself!"

[uncertain_dume]

"Lucky me," Kanan sighed, holding out a hand and stopping the fish before it could bump into him. "Stance already hates it and if Hera hasn't moved back into the Ghost and fled the system before the week is through, I'd be surprised."

[spectre_alenko]

"You're not planning to keep it in the freezer at work again?" Kaidan asked, arching an eyebrow.

[futurespacemom]

Hera heard the cacophony and came to open the door. She caught view of the Fish.

"Oh, no."

[uncertain_dume]

"Skywalker has some kind of vendetta against me," Kanan announced.

And then paused.

"I... think."

They were going to fly the thing to the moon tomorrow. They'd had a good conversation about it. Kanan was seriously confused at this point.

[futurespacemom]

"He does know you don't live alone, right?" Hera asked. "What did I ever do to him?"

As opposed to all the things she was thinking of doing to him now.

[uncertain_dume]

"I mean, it isn't exactly a secret that we're living together," Kanan agreed, grimacing. "I don't know if he realized just how bad this thing has gotten since he got it out of his house. I threatened to put it on the moon, and once it started singing, he actually agreed with me about it."

So now his one big mistake was waiting until tomorrow to do it.

[futurespacemom]

"Great," Hera said. "We can put it there now. Or I've got some nice, thick cargo crates."

[uncertain_dume]

"He wants to be there for the moon thing," Kanan admitted, sounding faintly bemused about that. "So, ah, the crates it is, for now?"

He didn't care, just so long as it wasn't screaming at them as they slept.

"We can leave it in the scrapyard and just not look back until it's offworld. I'm perfectly okay with that."

[futurespacemom]

"It's a deal. Come on."

Hera was wasting no time. That thing was not staying any longer than it had to.

[uncertain_dume]

Hey, not even a half step through the door and Kanan was turning on his heel to leave again.

He liked how down to business she was, honestly.

"Sturdiest crate you've got? I'll pile all the scrap I can lift on there to make sure it's good and stuck."

Spoiler: This wasn't going to save them.

[futurespacemom]

That didn't mean Hera wasn't going to try!

"Right." Hera called ahead on her comm. "Chopper, that crate for the hazardous stuff. Can you bring it out to the entrance, please?"

[uncertain_dume]

"The big heavy-duty metal one, huh?" Kanan pursed his lips, mildly impressed that the fish warranted that much caution. "Nice. There's no way it'll get out of that."

... Kanan. You knew better than to say things like that here.

[futurespacemom]

"I'm not taking any chances," Hera said. "I've heard about this thing."

[uncertain_dume]

"Wise plan," Kanan decided, making his way to the front door, holding it open with one hand, fish still tucked away under his other arm. "It self-heals now, did you hear about that?"

It got more and more terrifying.