MCA #3, Tuesday Evening

Kanan was in A Mood. Still. While his weekend hadn't been entirely unpleasant, the aftermath, the flood of memories and the persistent nagging of the Force that had plagued him on Monday morning hadn't exactly done wonders for his state of mind. Yes, he was well aware by now that the only person on the island who knew about him and thought he wasn't being an idiot when he blocked the Force out was himself. No, that wasn't going to stop him from planting himself on the sofa with a bottle of something cheap and hard at hand, trying his damnedest to drown it all away.

The going, thus far, wasn't super great. Drinking helped, but it didn't entirely drown things out the way that running always had for him. If he could just pack up and take off and never look back, he'd be set. But hey, it was the thought that counted.

Mostly, that thought was, 'damn this place.'

[OOC: For he what is crashing there, but housecalls and phone calls can happen too, set before Cecil's thread chronologically!]

Availability Splashdance

And off I go for the rest of the week to the land of acoustic music and sleeping in the rain. Because you can't have a music festival in Nova Scotia without sleeping in the goddamn rain, apparently. I'm lamenting missing another BDE, but unfortunately, the rain doesn't come with Wi-Fi.

Stupid rain.

Anyway, Jono has gone off to Westchester to teach mutant kids and will be stuck in Portalocity stopover hell for the next few days, Sparkle has gone off to be traumatized in Tokyo with Minako, Peridot was doing science out on the rocky bits and handwavily got herself poofed by a falling rock (please nobody pawn her off before she re-forms), Mabel's a stuffed doll, and Kanan is a Loth-Cat. Zack is still in a tube somewhere. That part is a given but I had to include it because I'm terrible. Modding rights go to those who know who they are.

While you await my glorious return, please, join me in just staring at this website. Just staring at it.