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uncertain_dume) wrote2017-08-04 09:30 am
uncertain_dume) wrote2017-08-04 09:30 am
MCA #3, Friday Afternoon
So. Storm on the way. And they were in an apartment building, which meant that preparations to protect the actual structure of their current home were mostly out of their hands. Kanan had picked up a few extra supplies, and was just contemplating what was worth running across to the scrapyard to fetch from the Ghost, just in case, when he let loose a kind of agonized sigh.
"Should've left the Escape on Moraga," he muttered. "You'd think somebody would have converted one of those warehouses into a proper hangar by now so that we'd have somewhere covered to keep our ships when we're expecting weather like this."
What? It wasn't his first storm, even if it was his first big one on Earth. But he wasn't super thrilled about the idea of leaving his baby out there to try to hold her own against crazy winds and the potential of flying debris.
[OOC: Open for visits or she what also lives thar!]
"Should've left the Escape on Moraga," he muttered. "You'd think somebody would have converted one of those warehouses into a proper hangar by now so that we'd have somewhere covered to keep our ships when we're expecting weather like this."
What? It wasn't his first storm, even if it was his first big one on Earth. But he wasn't super thrilled about the idea of leaving his baby out there to try to hold her own against crazy winds and the potential of flying debris.
[OOC: Open for visits or she what also lives thar!]
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