MCA #3, Early Sunday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

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!]

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[futurespacemom]

"That's what I thought, too." Hera got out of the way, then helped make sure it was securely braced.

[uncertain_dume]

Once Kanan was reasonably certain the sofa and the tabletop weren't going anywhere, he sighed and kind of... took a seat on the floor, sliding back against the wall and surveying the room. Stance wiggled up into his lap pretty much immedaitely with a whine.

"So," he drawled. "That happened."

[futurespacemom]

"Yep." Hera slid down next to him, and Chopper rolled to stand by her. She patted his dome and scritched Stance's head. "That definitely happened."

She looked at Kanan, rolled her eyes, and laughed.

This place!