Jack was waiting for the other two men at the Portalocity office. Lounging against a wall and twirling a white knit toque with a tassel bobble on top and multi-colored spots around the whole.

Hernando arrived and gave the hat a skeptical look. "We are going to Mexico. You know it is not cold there?"

She smirked. "Oh, I know. It's not for me. It's for ickle. To cover his shame."

That received an odd look. "Why do you call him that? Do I want to know of this shame?"

Jack snickered. "Because he's ickle bickle." She didn't bother to explain further. "You'll see what I mean when he gets here."

Hernando threw her a small grimace of a look. He was almost certain he did not wish to know now. Not if it was the kind of thing that made Jack snicker like that. It could not be good.

( Kanan arrived a few minutes later... )

[OOC: NFI and NFB besides that Kanan, Jack, and Hernando took a Portal, please! Preplayed with biotic_psychotic and... we are probably not done playing this disaster trip, but we wanted to get something up before actual Valentine's day, dangit.]

Okay, so Kanan had been a bit lax when it came to holding his office hours, this term. In his defense, he'd been a cat for much of it so far. And for the rest... eh. He hadn't cared enough to bother. He was still contemplating just taking off for somewhere else, after all. That galaxy they kept hitting, the one with the Krogans (and their liquor), seemed familiar in a distant sort of way, a mix of humans and a host of other alien people that... well... he didn't recognize, but it still seemed more like home than here.

Shame he'd spent all of last night drinking the ryncol (bad idea) instead of plotting his escape to a reality that at least sort of made sense. And shame they were apparently parked on some place with entirely too much cheese now. Kanan had been hosting a hangover all through class that morning, and when it came time to leave... it was bright out. Not great for a headache. And everything stank of cheese. And Kanan liked cheese, but the thought of going out there made him want to curl up and die a little, so he'd retreated to his office, instead. Preferably to wait out the hangover.

How that turned into meditating as the morning progressed was anybody's best guess. Master Kenobi was rubbing off on him, maybe. And nobody needed to know that he wasn't just sitting with his eyes closed. Letting his consciousness drift and explore however the Force nudged it was...

It was okay. It beat paying attention to the hangover and the sun and the cheese, anyway.

[OOC: Open office, why not!]

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?]