Office Hours, Office #3, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

Okay, so Kanan had been a bit lax when it came to holding his office hours, this term. In his defense, he'd been a cat for much of it so far. And for the rest... eh. He hadn't cared enough to bother. He was still contemplating just taking off for somewhere else, after all. That galaxy they kept hitting, the one with the Krogans (and their liquor), seemed familiar in a distant sort of way, a mix of humans and a host of other alien people that... well... he didn't recognize, but it still seemed more like home than here.

Shame he'd spent all of last night drinking the ryncol (bad idea) instead of plotting his escape to a reality that at least sort of made sense. And shame they were apparently parked on some place with entirely too much cheese now. Kanan had been hosting a hangover all through class that morning, and when it came time to leave... it was bright out. Not great for a headache. And everything stank of cheese. And Kanan liked cheese, but the thought of going out there made him want to curl up and die a little, so he'd retreated to his office, instead. Preferably to wait out the hangover.

How that turned into meditating as the morning progressed was anybody's best guess. Master Kenobi was rubbing off on him, maybe. And nobody needed to know that he wasn't just sitting with his eyes closed. Letting his consciousness drift and explore however the Force nudged it was...

It was okay. It beat paying attention to the hangover and the sun and the cheese, anyway.

[OOC: Open office, why not!]

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[uncertain_dume]

"Some of the creatures they had running around out there were pretty intense," Kanan agreed, shrugging his shoulders. "I never ran into one of those thresher maw things they kept mentioning, but I've met bigger and meaner than most of the rest of them. Hell, I've smuggled meaner before."

He didn't mind, either. He liked animals.

[nuclear_snide]

"Intentionally?" Bob asked. Why on earth (or any other planet) would you do that, Kanan?

[uncertain_dume]

"For money," Kanan confirmed with a shrug. "I still have to eat. It takes credits for that. And to fuel the ship, and then there's maintenance..."

Basically, living was expensive, no matter where you went.

[nuclear_snide]

"Hope you got danger pay," Bob said. Because honestly.

[uncertain_dume]

"You get good enough at what you do, you get to name your price," Kanan replied, grinning. Shamelessly so. "I'm not bad at what I do. Danger pay isn't a concern."

A beat.

"That said, I fly a freighter these days. Or I would, if I wasn't stuck here. Set wage, guaranteed work. It'd be a great gig if I hadn't up and vanished on them for the past couple of months."

[nuclear_snide]

"Sounds boring," Bob opined.

[uncertain_dume]

"They call us suicide flyers. We transport explosives."

Less boring?

"Highly volatile ones."

[nuclear_snide]

"Still sounds boring unless it blows up," Bob said with a shrug. "Of course, then you'd have a different problem. Or not."

[uncertain_dume]

"Then I'd just be mist in space," Kanan replied, shrugging. "The trade-off is that I get to pilot a ship. In space. With a daily view of the sunrise over Cynda. It's hard to be bored in space."

A pause.

"Actual space, not the weird planets the island keeps stopping off at."

[nuclear_snide]

"More stars, less cheese?" Bob guessed.

[uncertain_dume]

"Stars, asteroids, other ships, wildlife that wants to eat parts of your ship and leave you floating dead in the middle of actual, literal nowhere, pirates, smugglers, the Empire..."

It was not actually a short list.

"I'd spend all my time up there if I didn't have to stop for fuel and food."

[nuclear_snide]

"Those...don't all sound like good things," Bob pointed out.

[uncertain_dume]

"Hey, you're the one who accused space of being boring," Kanan pointed out. "Anyway, if it was boring, I wouldn't do it. 'Bored' for me is generally a good sign that it's time to move on."

[nuclear_snide]

"Lucky you," Bob said a bit wistfully. "Well, you'll never be bored here. Or you're not paying attention."

[uncertain_dume]

"Yeah, well, this place has other problems," Kanan replied, shrugging. "But I'm stuck here, at least until I can find a half decent galaxy to take off into or we end up in mine again."

He gave Bob a tired smile.

"Neither of which seem to be happening as of yet. Missed my chance to take off and hang out with the Krogans, and I'm not that big a fan of cheese."

[nuclear_snide]

"I don't think anybody is," Bob said, wrinkling his nose.

[uncertain_dume]

"There must be somebody," Kanan replied, shrugging. "But I don't think anybody can actually live on cheese alone."

At least, he hoped they couldn't.

[nuclear_snide]

"Not anyone human, but who knows?" Bob asked.

[uncertain_dume]

"I mean, considering this place..." Kanan sighed and took another swig of water. "I suppose basically anything goes around here."

Cheese world.

[nuclear_snide]

"Pretty much," Bob agreed.