MCA #3, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan's head was rebelling on him.

Well. More than his head. All of his senses. If Rapture had been bad, this place had been a slow-burn flood into hell itself, the sickness creeping through everything on the island until all Kanan could feel was the poison battering at his defenses, a Force migraine gone overboard.

He hadn't been infected, no, but it had gotten bad enough that he wasn't even certain he could get out of bed today if he wanted to, and not just because he had a dog sprawled across his feet and a cat on his chest, insisting he stay put. Mostly because he was warm, granted, but at least a little bit because he wasn't whatever that creeping horror was outside.

... He wasn't inclined to argue.

This wasn't a great week to be nominally Jedi on this island, no.

[OOC: ... My Friday spam is so much simpler when most of the regulars are monsters. Open for anyone who has any business visiting/calling Kanan at home!]

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[thatwaslucky]

Sorry! Rey knew none of this, and so she was calling like normal.

[uncertain_dume]

And Kanan was answering like Normal, pulling his phone to his hand across the room so as to not inspire the ire of Pancakes.

"Hey..."

He sounded a bit like he'd been hit in the head by a brick. So, pretty good, compared to how he felt!

[thatwaslucky]

"Hi," she said slowly. "Are you okay?"

[uncertain_dume]

There was a pause, there, of a few moments, before Kanan managed to scrape together the brain to reply.

"... Not especially. I mean. I'm fine. It's everything else that isn't."

This was even true!

[thatwaslucky]

"What's going on?"

She didn't knew enough about how the Jedi thing could affect someone like that, so mostly that sounded ominous.

[uncertain_dume]

"Something's poisoning the water," Kanan offered. And then sighed. "And then the water is poisoning everything else. Which, in turn, is spreading... more poison."

Poison was such a toned-down word for that.

[thatwaslucky]

"Are you poisoned?" she asked, concerned.

[uncertain_dume]

"No," Kanan sighed. "No, I'm not. A lot of people are, though, a lot of everything is. And I can feel that, too. The Force itself is screaming from it."

Well. That might have been personifying the Force a little much, but it was the easiest way to explain it.

[thatwaslucky]

"Just have to make it a couple more days," Rey said, though that sounded like a terrible way to spend a couple days. "Are you at least somewhere safe?"

[uncertain_dume]

"At home with a couple of housepets pinning me to my back," Kanan admitted. "I made off with Summer's cat, and Stance is... Stance."

And wasn't Kanan relieved he hadn't taken the pup by the park on Monday in his vest-vesty-vest?

[thatwaslucky]

"Oh, good, you have company. Definitely listen to them," she said.

[uncertain_dume]

"They definitely know what they're on about," Kanan conceded.

Pancakes had almost been lunch, after all.

"Until this one passes over, I'm going to probably be taking it easy."

[thatwaslucky]

"Good call. I can get off the phone," Rey said. "Sounds like you need the rest."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan sighed a little, not wanting Rey to feel like she had to rush to leave him alone.

"I'm okay," he muttered. "At least let me know how you're doing today, first?"

... He still worried.

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm fine. I finished up some things and then have to work on my speeder. You're not missing anything exciting," she assured him.

[uncertain_dume]

"Okay. Good."

Kanan... might have sounded a little more relieved than he had intended to. In fairness, most people in his life were some manner of not okay or another. Hearing that Rey was safe and sound somewhere was probably the best thing to happen to him all week.

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm absolutely fine," Rey told him, "and now I'm hanging up and you can sleep."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan breathed out a soft laugh.

"Go on, then. Get your work done. Maybe next week will be better."

He didn't think he'd get much by way of sleep. He wasn't going to worry her by saying so.

[futurespacemom]

Hera might not be Force-sensitive herself, but that didn't mean she had a good feeling about what was out there. So really, she was perfectly happy to stay inside today.

And make nerf burgers and caf for Kanan. Hey, she could at least make that.

[uncertain_dume]

"... Smells like nerf," Kanan mused, from where he was still pinned to the bed by Summer's cat. "And caf. I don't think I've needed caf more in my life than I do right now."

[futurespacemom]

"It is nerf and caf," Hera confirmed. "But unless you can drink it through a straw, you'll have to disturb the cat." She waved the mug enticingly.

[uncertain_dume]

Siiiigh.

"Dammit, Pancakes," Kanan muttered. "Come on, get up before I waste away, cat."

Pancakes started purring. And kneading Kanan's chest.

[futurespacemom]

Hera rolled her eyes. "Come on, you." She set the plate down and prodded at the cat. "There's some nerf in it later for you if you let him eat."

[uncertain_dume]

It was the prodding more than the promise that coaxed Pancakes to get up, but first she needed to take the time to give a very dignified sort of stretch, and a mew, and take a second to lick a paw.

A few moments later, Kanan was easing himself into a sitting position, half-slumped forward, reaching up a hand to rub at the side of his head.

"I mean, we're going to feed her anyway, right?"

He hadn't exactly had a time to swing by anywhere for cat food. There had been a very upset cat writhing around in his arms at the time.

[futurespacemom]

"Of course we are," Hera said. "But it doesn't have to be nerf." She handed Kanan the caf and held the plate for when he was ready. "How's your head?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Hnngh," Kanan replied, figuring that said about as much as needed to be said as he reached for the caf and latched on to it for dear life. "The whole island feels like it's trying to escape itself out there. I feel like I should be trying to do something about it, but..."

A sigh.

What would be the point? By Monday, this would all be better anyway.

[futurespacemom]

"But all we have to do is survive until Monday," Hera agreed. "We could probably make it to the Ghost, if you want to get out of here. Would orbit be far enough?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Maybe," Kanan replied. And then sighed and shook his head. "We're probably better off right where we're at, though. The last thing we need is one of the animals traipsing through a puddle on the way to the ship."

And then being stuck on the ship with said animal.

[futurespacemom]

Hera blew out a breath and nodded in agreement. "All right. As long as you're not doing too badly." She gave him a one-armed hug and rubbed his back.

[uncertain_dume]

"I'll live," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "This is... kriffing awful. But, hell, for all we know it'll be worse the next place we go."

A ringing endorsement for the island, Kanan.

[futurespacemom]

"If it is, we're getting out of here," Hera said firmly. "And taking anyone with us that wants to go. There are limits to what I'll put up with, Kanan."

[uncertain_dume]

"Fair enough," Kanan replied, holding up one hand and one mug of caf in surrender. "I'm really not looking to drag you through hell, here. I have no idea what's up with this place right now, 'away' is definitely the saner bet."

[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded. "It's not like it's you doing it; there's no need to apologize. I just don't think there's much reason to stay while it does this, either, if we can get the students to leave."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a small hum and sipped his caf before venturing, "How many of them do you figure we can fit on the Ghost?"

They probably didn't want to all get crammed into the cargo hold, but just to get from point Aurek to point Besh? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

[futurespacemom]

"As many as we need to," Hera said firmly. "We'll make it work."