uncertain_dume: (Hopeful Dork)
It wasn't that Kanan had been in any hurry to part ways with Hera and Zaluna; really, the opposite couldn't have been more true. But, besides the fact that he had to leave a trail placing him on Gorse through all the previous action so that he'd be just another suicide flier who'd left the planet when work dried up, he'd come back to this galaxy with a plan in mind. He would be damned if after all of that, he went back to Fandom without his ship. Especially now that the Expedient was space dust at best, having been at ground zero when Forager blew. The planet that they'd relocated Zaluna to was quiet. Kind of pretty, actually, for a sparsely populated agricultural world. The sun was warm, different from anything Zal would have experienced in a lifetime on Gorse, and the locals were pleasant.

ExpandKanan even found himself enjoying the walk. )

[OOC: This one's mostly NFB because spaaaace, though if you want to mention that a ship landed in a junkyard and out came Hera and Kanan, that's cool! Once again, some bits were pulled straight from A New Dawn, and preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] futurespacemom! Other posts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine! That's all there is, there isn't any more! For about another six years. Hera and Kanan are gonna keep nattering on in the comments, now. Thanks for being patient with my canonspam.]
uncertain_dume: (Facepalm)
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!]
uncertain_dume: (Grim)
Besides class, Kanan really hadn't done all that much this week. He had a bit of a mess in his head to sort through, and between his conversations with Ahsoka and with Master Kenobi earlier in the week, he was a bit torn as to how he wanted to tackle it. Using the person he used to be as an anchor to the Force as Master Kenobi had suggested was a solid plan... except that Kanan wanted very little to do with the person that he used to be. He wanted even less to find himself face-to-face with all of Caleb Dume's unresolved traumas and hurts, and the idea of willingly putting himself through those pains again left him feeling ill inside.

He frowned down at the lightsaber and the holocron that he'd set out on the coffee table in front of himself. He hadn't gotten around to dismantling the weapon and storing it away again after the weekend. He wasn't completely certain that doing so was the right thing to do, here. He sighed and reached to pick it up, frowning at the old, familiar weight in his hand.

What the hell was he doing?

[OOC: Idek. Open for visitors!]
uncertain_dume: (Caleb - Shock)
It had been all too easy for Kanan Jarrus to fall asleep on the couch that night after the sun had set, with a dog curled up at his hip, feeling, if not secure, at least relatively comfortable in his surroundings. It had been a long, long while since he'd been afraid to sleep, after all.

It had been all too easy for Caleb Dume to jerk awake with a start to find himself in a strange room, on a strange couch, with a strange animal curled up at his hip. He was on his feet a moment later, eyes wide, heart pounding in his ears, looking wildly around the room.

This wasn't Kaller. He'd been sleeping - a luxury he hadn't been able to afford in days - and this wasn't Kaller. He was hungry, Force help him he was exhausted, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out where he was or how he got here. He hadn't been restrained, though... there didn't seem to be any barrier between himself and the outside that he needed any real amount of effort to get past. So he hadn't been captured. Had he? He didn't know. He didn't know.

He was so, so tired.

The animal that had been sleeping beside him whined and looked up at him in concern, and Caleb crouched down low, reaching to scratch behind its floppy ears. Wherever he was, he couldn't stay here, couldn't afford to be found. So now, the question was whether he wanted to leave through the door, or through the window.

He was a Jedi, and the door was the obvious way out. This one was really a no-brainer.

[OOC: I WANT A TEENY JEDI OKAY HI. Open for the roomie or anybody who might notice a tiny Jedi trying to sneak out a third floor window after dark.]
uncertain_dume: (Headache)
Kanan was in A Mood. Still. While his weekend hadn't been entirely unpleasant, the aftermath, the flood of memories and the persistent nagging of the Force that had plagued him on Monday morning hadn't exactly done wonders for his state of mind. Yes, he was well aware by now that the only person on the island who knew about him and thought he wasn't being an idiot when he blocked the Force out was himself. No, that wasn't going to stop him from planting himself on the sofa with a bottle of something cheap and hard at hand, trying his damnedest to drown it all away.

The going, thus far, wasn't super great. Drinking helped, but it didn't entirely drown things out the way that running always had for him. If he could just pack up and take off and never look back, he'd be set. But hey, it was the thought that counted.

Mostly, that thought was, 'damn this place.'

[OOC: For he what is crashing there, but housecalls and phone calls can happen too, set before Cecil's thread chronologically!]

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