Office Hours, Office #3, Wednesday

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Some crazy person had given Kanan an office.

Okay, some crazy person had given Kanan a job, and with the job came an office, to better facilitate the whole 'doing the job' thing that was apparently a part of his life now. Still the fact remained, here was Kanan, and here was Kanan's office. So, no better time than the present to contemplate what lapse in judgment had led to this. Kanan had even brought a cup of coffee - he still hadn't figured out where to find the real caf on the island - and his notes for his lesson plans.

He would thank anybody walking by his office to not point out the fact that those notes were currently written on napkins. He'd been sort of forced to improvise, having found his way to the island with precisely nothing at all. But now he'd liberated a stack of paper from the main office and was transcribing his notes to the best of his ability. It probably would have been an easier task without the grease stains from the Mooby fries, granted.

Like most other aspects of Kanan's life these days, it was a work in progress.

[OOC: Office office office! Open!]

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"Ouch," Kanan replied. Hey, maybe there was some empathy in there somewhere deep down. But you'd have to look for it, coming from someone who'd been hiding his own connection to the Force for years. "So... does the magic you're familiar with come from the body, then? Or do you need it to channel a power that exists elsewhere?"

Like, say, a Force of some sort.

[nuclear_snide]

"A bit of both, really." Bob shrugged. "Some people are just inherently better at channeling magic. They can also use their own, but doing too much of that leaves you wrung out like an old rag. It's more in the mind than the physical body - I can work magic when I'm possessing someone - but that physical connection is fairly necessary."

Stop him before he got started, Kanan.

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But Kanan actually found this interesting! Not that he was going to reveal his own connection to the Force any time soon, of course. But he was still Caleb, somewhere deep down. He wanted to comprehend things. Hungered for understanding whenever he could get it.

"Possessing somebody," he echoed, blinking. "Occupying their body? What happens to them when you do?"

The similarities and the differences between Bob's idea of magic and the Force were going to have to wait. Kanan needed to follow this detour, first.

[nuclear_snide]

"Don't worry," Bob said, just a touch exasperated, "they have to consent. Then it just depends on how strong their mind is. Either they're stuck in the background and don't remember anything when I leave, or it's like they're a passenger watching what's going on," or a back-seat driver, Hannibal, "or it's like trying to fit two people behind the wheel of a car." Jono.

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Kanan considered that for a moment, and then shrugged, satisfied enough, and leaned back again to take a seat.

"If it sounded as though I was accusing you of being some kind of possession-happy body thief, I apologize," he said. "I'm just curious. I'd like to understand. I don't exactly have conversations like this one often."

Ever. The word was ever.

[nuclear_snide]

"Not you exactly; I've just had the conversation more than I care to," Bob said, waving off the apology. He grinned. "Though if you ever get curious enough, I could always give you a demonstration."

What? He missed having a body, dang it!

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"If you find somebody willing to let you catch a ride, you'll have to pay me a visit," Kanan replied, easily. "No offense, but we only just met. I don't go for that kind of thing on the first date, Bob."

He was willing to try a lot of things on the first date. Letting someone who was basically still a stranger take his body for a joyride? Nooooo.

[nuclear_snide]

"I'm willing to date for as long as it takes," Bob answered cheerfully. "I've got plenty of time, after all."

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"Well, I won't rule it out entirely," Kanan chuckled, shaking his head. "But there had better be a nice dinner and poetry, I'm just saying."

... A nice dinner and poetry would probably not be what it actually took, here.

[nuclear_snide]

"Poetry, you're on!" Bob had centuries to draw from, after all, and Kanan wouldn't have heard any of it before. "I can give you money to pay for a nice dinner? I can't exactly cook."

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"Well, we'll see," Kanan replied, still vaguely amused. "No promises, here. I wouldn't want to lead you on. I'm just not that kind of guy."

... He was kind of that kind of guy.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob smirked. "Oh, trust me. I'm purely wooing you for use of your body. I'm purely into women - all the right parts, all the right curves," he mimed breasts, "so soft..."

Welcome to the other topic Bob could go on about for ages.

[uncertain_dume]

Well, that wasn't quite what Kanan had meant, so it startled a laugh out of him, and a shake of his head.

"Well, it's good to know we've got that part clear," he replied. "You and me both, there. Something to keep in mind when you write that poetry, hm?"

[nuclear_snide]

"Absolutely," Bob said gravely, as if he weren't going to quote other people's poetry. "Any women in your life to look forward to?"

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"I'm not even physically compatible with most of the women back where I just came from," Kanan snorted. "But I doubt Besalisk women are anything quite like what you're picturing. And I haven't been around here long enough for me to really meet anybody. All the ladies I know around here are students."

Which... no. Just no.

[nuclear_snide]

Bob made a disgusted noise. "At least you aren't thinking about them. There are a few women around, though. What are your feelings on insane but very friendly vampires?"

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"Friendly... people who feed on other people?"

Kanan squinted.

"That sounds a bit like a contradiction, to me. And I try to avoid the crazy when I can."