MCA #3, Monday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan hadn't really intended to last night, but there'd been a dog and a busy work shift and a lot of thinking to do with not a whole hell of a lot of answers, and while his day had ended with him falling asleep on the couch wondering why the hell a Jedi would carry a blaster and hide his lightsaber, this morning had brought a certain sort of clarity to the answer that had led to a good few minutes biting back the rising taste of bile in his throat as the last ten years of his life all caught up to him again.

He was dimly aware that maybe he should check on people. Make sure Hera was doing fine, call up Kaidan and let hm know he had checked back in, mentally. Do the same with Jack and Kitty and see how Eliot was faring after the weekend. But instead he was just sort of sitting on the couch, eyes shut, hands buried in his too-short hair while he quietly reminded himself that Jedi didn't hate, even if in this moment, he very thoroughly hated this island, this morning, and the person he'd become, instead of the person he apparently could have been.

... And his hair.

[OOC: Open!]

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[biotic_psychotic]

Stance hat!




You could even put this back in a ponytail!

A beat.

What's wrong with horns? Horns are badass. They tell people to keep their fucking hands off your head.

See how she wasn't even taking the cheap shot re: 'horny'? You're welcome.

[uncertain_dume]

Horns are fine if you're Chagrian or Zabrak or Devaronian. Probably not a great look on me.

Possibly better than his current haircut?

... No, his hair really did look fine. Just too much like a kid he'd declared dead a decade ago.

Guess I could lean into it. Invest in a boring brown hooded robe. Grow out my Padawan braid again.

That would not be happening.

[biotic_psychotic]

An entire string of green puke-face emojis was the immediate response to that.

Booooooring. We could dye it a fun color?

[uncertain_dume]

Already had pink and blue in it once. That didn't last long.

It was far too conspicuous, for a start.

[biotic_psychotic]

We could bleach it platinum. That'd look bitchin' with your skin tone.

It'd be striking. Very Warhol, with those dark brows.

[uncertain_dume]

Sounds like it'd take some upkeep. Once it grows out I'd end up with frosted tips.

Even in a galaxy far, far away, that was just douchey.

[biotic_psychotic]

"But then you could join a boy band!"

Jaaaaaaaaack.

[uncertain_dume]

Nobody wants to hear me sing, Jack.

That was fine, Kanan. Mostly they just got really good at flapping their mouths to the recording.

[biotic_psychotic]

Pffft. Like boy bands sing. Just think. You could jump around on a stage with your frosted hair and your electronic pop background music and all the little teenyboppers could throw panties at you!

Probably.. Probably not what Kanan wanted.

[uncertain_dume]

THAT ISN'T SOMETHING ANYBODY WANTS.

... Well. It definitely wasn't something Kanan wanted.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack smirked. His mind was definitely off his angst.

Crushed dreams of boy-band Kanan. You're an asshole.

Not really.

You still haven't picked a hat. I'm going to start getting creative if you don't give me something to fucking go on here, ickle.

[uncertain_dume]

Wait, those weren't the creative ones?

He was never wearing those hats, Jack.

[biotic_psychotic]

Nope! Those were the ones I could find on a quick search. I haven't even looked at the fleece or felted wool hats.

Don't test her, ickle.

[uncertain_dume]

The hooded cloak is sounding pretty good right now, you know.

[biotic_psychotic]

You know those things still leave your mouth and chin in view, right?



Your currently naked-ass chin?

[uncertain_dume]

But ONLY my naked-ass chin. Maybe not that particular cloak, though...

It was a little Sithy.

[biotic_psychotic]

You're really digging into that whole Robin Hood thing, huh?

It was excellent! It was black and had a mysterious cowl. Black hid blood! It looked edgy!

..Ok, no. That was a terrible cloak and she knew it.

[uncertain_dume]

Robin Hood stood up against a corrupt government for the good of all, right? Not a bad starting point.

...

I'll just lay low for a while.

[biotic_psychotic]

Yeah but that asshole comes with the worst theme song in the world.

Jack watched a lot of TV. She'd missed everything but the Kevin Costner version. Her luck with movies was terrible.

Laying low sounds like a good plan. We got magic and shit on the island, right? Don't suppose there's some fucking wizard with a hair-grow spell or something?

[uncertain_dume]

Peter might, now that you mention it. Maybe something at that magic shop? Seems too easy, though. I don't trust that.

Said the space wizard.

[biotic_psychotic]

You could ask him anyway. He might want a distraction too.

[uncertain_dume]

There was a brief pause, while Kanan considered what it was he knew about Peter's past.

He might, at that. I'll see if I can corner him before it's all a moot point anyway.

[biotic_psychotic]

If anyone knows a thing or two about great hair, it'd be him for fucking sure.

A beat.

Soooo... I'm a bitch.

[uncertain_dume]

A beat of his own.

Oh no. Why?

This had to be going somewhere instead of just being, like, a casual statement. Right?

[biotic_psychotic]

Three guesses whose fingernails I spent painting on Saturday.

It was very much not a casual statement. Jack wasn't sure now how she really felt about the event. It had been nice hanging out with Seivarden when she forgot she was a disaster bitch.

But she was also kind of smugly pleased at the payback for that 'reeducation' bullshit.

A clue: She forgot she wears gloves.

Another text.

In case you go to Peter's place and wonder why she's a raging unholy bitch. I expect she's not pleased.