MCA #3, Wednesday Afternoon

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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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[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.

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"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.

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

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"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."

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"It's a deal. Come on."

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

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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.

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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?"

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"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.

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

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"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.

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"What?" Hera turned to give him an incredulous look, though she didn't stop walking. "Why?"

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"I don't know why," Kanan complained. "If I knew why maybe I could do something about it. All I know is, if you damage it, it gets better."

Which was not okay in so many ways.

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Hera sighed. "Sometimes I wonder about people." She led the way to the junkyard. "How did you win the thing, anyway? Couldn't you have gotten out of it?"

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Kanan made a face.

"Skywalker singled out whoever annoyed him the most. We haven't seen eye to eye in about two years, so I was doomed from the start."

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"For a supposed Jedi Master, he sure holds one hell of a grudge," Hera said sourly.

The fish burbed pumpkin-spice fireworks.

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"I don't think he was aware it had gotten quite this bad," Kanan sighed, ducking as one of those fireworks came a little too close to his hair. He briefly contemplated pointing out that Anakin had never technically been one of the Masters, even though he'd sat on the Council, but that was both old news and semantics that didn't actually change anything, now.

"With any luck, it'll be gone soon, either way."

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"If that thing comes back, I'm moving out until it's gone," Hera said firmly. "And having words with Skywalker."

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"That's fair," Kanan sighed. "Hell, if you do, could you bring Stance with you? He's going to hate this thing."

In hindsight, that morning he'd had a weird moment of being positive up and down he'd seen the dog wedged behind the couch, and now he was pretty sure it had been the Force warning him about this karking fish.

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"Of course," Hera said. "I'd take you with me too, but if it's following you." She shrugged.

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Kanan grimaced.

"Don't give it ideas," he said, wrinkling his nose. "Let's just get this thing into that crate, seal it off, and it can be somebody else's problem next week."

Nope.

Too late.

Idea given.

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Sorry, Kanan. The thing wasn't supposed to be sentient.

"One crate, coming up." Chopper was setting it down (and grumbling) as they arrived.

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"Thanks, Chop," Kanan said, giving the grumbling droid a grin and a little salute. "It's no freezer pocket dimension, but I'm pretty sure if we bury this thing under enough scrap, it won't make much difference either way."

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"Hopefully," Hera said. She unlocked, unlatched, and opened the crate.

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And Kanan was quite happy to shove the fish into it, nodding to Hera to close it again.

"What's this 'hopefully?' It'll work."

You were just encouraging it, Hera.

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"You'll have to forgive me if I don't quite trust this thing," Hera said. "Especially not once everyone here's had their additions to it."