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Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan ([personal profile] uncertain_dume) wrote2016-05-22 07:57 pm

Milliways, Sunday Evening

Kanan was actually getting used to living on the island and getting his fill of excitement by leaving to explore whatever was on the other side of the Causeway, and he couldn't help but be curious of the place with the spaceport lot that went on for damn near forever. It had taken him a little bit longer before he realized that the bill for the restaurant was already handled. And, well, when he came to that realization, there wasn't anything keeping him from visiting to have himself a meal on the school's tab, was there? So, over he went, curious but relieved to see another stopover where the locals were more diverse than just humans. A place with very little sentient non-human life just struck him as wrong.

It kind of freaked him out a little.

... Not as much as the conversation with the main course did, though. He was actually looking a little green by the time they wheeled the somewhat dejected creature away from the table. There had been a salad on the menu. Kanan was going to stick with that. It would be a while longer before he managed to pick something to drink, though. He was pretty sure they were using the other two volumes of the wine list to bludgeon somebody's casserole to death in the back room or something.

[OOC: I can't resist a good gnab gib. Open if you're wandering about at the end of the universe! NFB for off-islandness, though.]

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
HE WAS ALLOWED TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT THESE THINGS.

Just be glad he'd moved on from making incoherent high pitched noises of horror. "You're all heart."

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've gotten used to military rations." Which meant he could eat anything and his tastebuds were dead. "Which move much less than that."

Unless something went terribly wrong.

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"The closest I'll take is sushi, thanks." Which had been the best thing he'd found on the island after so long in space. "Have you been to the place? It goes around on a conveyor belt."

He almost sounded younger when he mentioned that last part.

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"A better one than this place." His judgement would never stop. Never.
Edited 2016-05-23 22:06 (UTC)

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
If the salad talked, it was time to run.

"I'm almost surprised there's anything edible for us here." A beat. "Is there?"

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I only visited there once." And noped on out because he got all kinds of paranoia for some strange reason. "It wasn't terrible."

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a fan of staring into the void and contemplating your own insignificance?" Wash asked like that was sooo strange.

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-23 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, you picked a good island to keep distracted. Wait until you wake up as a woman."

WHICH HAD BEEN AWFUL.

[identity profile] worstofalltime.livejournal.com 2016-05-24 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Better than the weekend everyone ended up with children." Which Wash had hidden away from with his cats.