uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Sunday Late Afternoon

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MCA #3, Sunday Late Afternoon

It had all happened in a bit of a blur. Kanan had gotten home from work, had settled in for a quiet night of staring off, bored, into the void in the company of his dog and a bottle of something 160 proof, and had almost immediately been interrupted with a call from Portalocity. Apparently whatever the hold-up was keeping them from safely opening further portals to his home reality had been cleared, apparently something called a 'mynock' had gotten into the system on that end (of course it had been a kriffing mynock) and Kanan was cleared for portal travel back to Gorse whenever was most convenient. They would even give him half off the fare for his next trip!

Provided he took it in the next two hours.

Kanan looked at Stance, and sighed.

"I suppose if I'm going to stick around, I had better at least face the music and give Okadiah back his ship. Maybe I can catch a lift on an outgoing freighter and find my way to Moraga to pick up the Escape from there."

Stance whined, tilted his head at Kanan, and then gave his tail an experimental wag.

"Sorry, boy. I'm gonna have to find a sitter for you. At least until Steve gets Tony to make you that Adventure Dog harness."

Stance huffed and flopped down on the sofa, leaving Kanan to make preparations.

[OOC: Open! Last for-interaction post for at least a few days from this loser here!]

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Eliot had gotten a call from Kanan and headed right over, taking a break from packing up some boat supplies for his own spring break plans. He hadn't actually been to Kanan's place before, and wondered if there'd be a giant bird to deal with as he rapped on the door.

No giant birds, no, but a rainbow-spotted dog barking at the door the moment the knock came. A few moments later, Kanan was opening the door and giving Eliot a sheepish smile, and Stance was prancing out into the hallway, doing the happy puppy dance and wagging his tail enthusiastically.

"Hey, Eliot," Kanan said. "Sorry about the short notice, there."

"No problem, kid." Like he wasn't going to get as many 'kid's in as possible before Kanan went running off. "Finally got sick of the staff feedin' you pancakes, huh?"

Kanan made a very eloquent sort of "Eugh" sound, shaking his head and rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Almost enough to turn me off Earth food for good," he said, even while making a face at the whole 'kid' thing. "I don't know what their obsession with those things is. I'm guessing they just keep doing that to get a reaction out of me."

He crouched down and clipped Stance's leach onto his collar, and then looked up at Eliot again, smiling wryly.

"You can blame it on the pancakes if he takes this badly, though. Maybe a sad dog will get them to give it up."

"Pretty sure they ain't gonna bother with 'em once you're gone," Eliot said. "But sure, I'll make sure to bring him by to make sad eyes at them a coupla times. How long you thinkin' you'll be gone?"

"Hell if I know," Kanan admitted. "Best guess is a few days, but that depends mostly on how long it takes for me to find transport from Gorse to... to where I'm keeping my ship. If I don't have any luck before the week is through, I'll come back and try again through Portalocity another time."

Yeah, he didn't think that Eliot knew or cared about where he kept his things in a galaxy he knew nothing about, but old habits, and all.

"Alright," Eliot said with a nod. He reached down to rub Stance's head between the ears. "I'll keep a good eye on this guy till then. We're plannin' to head out for a vacation ourselves, but he won't be any extra trouble. We're not back by the time you are, just shoot me a message on my phone and I can see about grabbin' an earlier portal."

Kanan wasn't the only one Eliot was promising to be portal ready for on this trip.

"I don't want to rush you back," Kanan noted, smiling gratefully. "Thank you for this, though, Eliot. Really. I'd take him with me, but Gorse is no place for puppies. Hell, it's barely any place for people."

It was maybe... half for people. People who didn't mind never seeing the light of day, and who enjoyed groundquakes and squalor.

"I been a few places like that in my time," Eliot observed. "Must be some ship you're goin' back for."

"Of course she is. She's my ship."

It was like a guy's first car. But it could fly, Eliot.

"But besides that, I have to return the Expedient to her owner," Kanan added. "Okadiah's been good to me, and here I go, taking off with Moonglow property for nearly a year, vanishing without a trace. Even if it wasn't actually my fault, I almost feel bad about it."

'Almost' nothing. Kanan felt terrible. Okadiah was as much a father figure to him as anybody had ever been. For the whole five months that Kanan had been on Gorse before being hauled off to Fandom, he had been more than welcoming. Gave Kanan food, a place to stay, a job. And here Kanan goes, thanking him by unwittingly stealing his ship.

That made sense to Eliot. He used to collect cars, back when he lived in a place you could actually drive them.

"Sure he'll be glad to get it back, then."

Also you, you dumb mook.

For as glad as he could possibly be. Kanan was planning on quitting his job back there and never looking back, while he was at it.

"He'll probably be relieved to not have to replace it, if he hasn't already," Kanan replied, shrugging. "Expedient gets the job done, but it isn't like she's worth all that much. Baradium haulers aren't exactly bought with longevity in mind."

Kanan was called a 'suicide flyer' by the miners on Cynda for a reason.

"Yeah yeah," Eliot teased. "Spaceship for hauling space-rock. He can always scrap it for parts."

"Spaceship for hauling explosives," Kanan corrected, grinning a little. "I try not to take the boring jobs, you know."

He often took the stupid, dangerous ones that no sane person wanted!

"'Course not. You're far too young and foolish to take a nice, steady paycheck."

Eliot had not had barely had any nice, steady paychecks in his life.

"For what it's worth," Kanan offered, reaching to grab his duffel bag from beside the door, "before my promotion to suicide flyer, I was just the guy who drove the hoverbus."

That got another Look from Eliot.

"And who told you that was a promotion?"

"The pay was better," Kanan replied with a shrug. "And I was just going to get bored and take off, otherwise. Until getting stuck on Fandom, after the war, I'd never stuck around anywhere as long as I stuck around Gorse."

A whopping five whole months. Ooo. Aah.

"And you heard 'suicide flyer' and went yep, that's the job for me."

"It's only a suicide flight if the ship blows up," Kanan said, smirking. "I'm too good a pilot for that to happen."

Eliot just continued to Look.

"Oh, come on," Kanan sighed. "Don't make me get into this."

Kanan, you were going to have to get into this, at this rate.

"Ain't makin' you get into anything," Eliot said. "Just thinkin' about how you're so. Very. Fifteen."

"Eugh," Kanan said, eloquently. "Are we still stuck on the fifteen thing? What would it take for me to at least manage a fifteen and a half, anyway?"

"I dunno, growth as a person, probably," Eliot said.

"Well, that's not likely to happen any time soon," Kanan decided. "Fifteen it is, I guess."

Yeah, he really didn't see the rest of this week coming.

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