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uncertain_dume) wrote2017-08-06 10:47 am
uncertain_dume) wrote2017-08-06 10:47 am
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MCA #3, Early Sunday Morning
So, the storm was... a little more than Kanan had anticipated, even while he did have a hunch that it was going to be more severe than people were bracing for. But for the most part, they were pretty safe at home, having packed up enough emergency supplies to carry them through for a couple of weeks, if need be.
Look, they had no idea how long severe Earth storms lasted. Better safe than sorry. After a few hours, the sound of sharks beating against the outside walls now and again mostly just became background noise, and Kanan and Hera had managed to get to sleep.
... At least until the loud sound of breaking glass coming from the living room, and the sound of barking and angry astromech bleeping that followed. At that point, Kanan was wide awake, and making a grab for whatever weapon fell closest to hand on his way to the bedroom door.
[OOC: For the roommate! Unless anybody wants to swing by to investigate the noise!]
Look, they had no idea how long severe Earth storms lasted. Better safe than sorry. After a few hours, the sound of sharks beating against the outside walls now and again mostly just became background noise, and Kanan and Hera had managed to get to sleep.
... At least until the loud sound of breaking glass coming from the living room, and the sound of barking and angry astromech bleeping that followed. At that point, Kanan was wide awake, and making a grab for whatever weapon fell closest to hand on his way to the bedroom door.
[OOC: For the roommate! Unless anybody wants to swing by to investigate the noise!]