uncertain_dume: (Facepalm)
Kanan was actually getting used to living on the island and getting his fill of excitement by leaving to explore whatever was on the other side of the Causeway, and he couldn't help but be curious of the place with the spaceport lot that went on for damn near forever. It had taken him a little bit longer before he realized that the bill for the restaurant was already handled. And, well, when he came to that realization, there wasn't anything keeping him from visiting to have himself a meal on the school's tab, was there? So, over he went, curious but relieved to see another stopover where the locals were more diverse than just humans. A place with very little sentient non-human life just struck him as wrong.

It kind of freaked him out a little.

... Not as much as the conversation with the main course did, though. He was actually looking a little green by the time they wheeled the somewhat dejected creature away from the table. There had been a salad on the menu. Kanan was going to stick with that. It would be a while longer before he managed to pick something to drink, though. He was pretty sure they were using the other two volumes of the wine list to bludgeon somebody's casserole to death in the back room or something.

[OOC: I can't resist a good gnab gib. Open if you're wandering about at the end of the universe! NFB for off-islandness, though.]
uncertain_dume: (Cantina Drink)
Leave it to Kanan to wander into a bar empty-handed and still wind up getting fairly hammered.

It had been getting to him, sitting on the island, looking out on stone streets and buildings that were practically ancient. Especially since just off the Causeway there was a city that looked like a city he could feel right at home in. And he'd managed to talk himself out of leaving the island to investigate for most of two days, but then it had occurred to him that if he could find out where he was here, maybe home would be that much closer at hand.

The trouble was, once he made it out into the city that wasn't part of the island, there were plenty of things that should have been familiar, but weren't. At all. Blue-skinned aliens that looked near-human, a lumbering four-legged sentient who looked something like Kanan imagined a bantha would look like if you shaved it and took away its mouth and horns, a reptilian alien tending the bar...

Of course he'd wound up at the bar. A person could ask all kinds of questions at a bar and have nobody think anything of it. But nobody could point him to Gorse, couldn't even say they recognized any of the other planets he'd named, and even after he'd given up on asking for info and just started doing cheap balancing tricks and taking small, stupid bets in exchange for drinks, nothing he requested was on the menu.

In retrospect, he thought, staring into a glass of 'something with a kick that isn't likely to kill me,' maybe he shouldn't have just taken the bartender's word for that one, after all. This stuff could put even Okadiah's ferments to shame, and that was saying something.

He swayed a little in his seat, frowned a bit, and the contemplated whether he'd be making it home tonight if he just knocked the rest of the glass back and made a break for it.

[OOC: I'm somehow still awake and this is weird. Anyway, I'm expecting one, but open off-island bar is open, Kanan is not making super great life choices, and does Illium count as NFB for off-island or not?]

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