Kanan Jarrus

Funny thing, Kanan hadn't been by the scrapyard since Saturday. That Saturday. Where he'd been marched there with a death sentence hanging over his head. Which wasn't because he was traumatized by the whole thing. Honest. He was fine. He was completely fine. He'd never been so fine in his whole life.

You could tell he was fine because he kept forcing himself to go out and socialize and do all the things that fine people did! All week so far, even!

...

But today his get up and go had kind of gotten up and went. So he was calling a 'stay home' day. Maybe he'd ask Chop to walk Stance for him. After all, it was finally safe to and the poor pup had been cooped up all summer. He just sort of wanted to hang out in the living room today. Maybe order delivery. See if there was anything good on TV.

Be fine.

[OOC: For she who also lives here, but open for calls/visits!]

Kanan's head was rebelling on him.

Well. More than his head. All of his senses. If Rapture had been bad, this place had been a slow-burn flood into hell itself, the sickness creeping through everything on the island until all Kanan could feel was the poison battering at his defenses, a Force migraine gone overboard.

He hadn't been infected, no, but it had gotten bad enough that he wasn't even certain he could get out of bed today if he wanted to, and not just because he had a dog sprawled across his feet and a cat on his chest, insisting he stay put. Mostly because he was warm, granted, but at least a little bit because he wasn't whatever that creeping horror was outside.

... He wasn't inclined to argue.

This wasn't a great week to be nominally Jedi on this island, no.

[OOC: ... My Friday spam is so much simpler when most of the regulars are monsters. Open for anyone who has any business visiting/calling Kanan at home!]

Credit where it was due, Kanan had actually gone outside today like a crazy person to check out the snow situation at the park. Stance had even come along, and had promptly needed a rescue from where he had gleefully belly-flopped into snow that rose well above his head. It had been hilarious, and had kind of made it perfectly clear that sword training in the park was going to be a no-go today.

And so anybody crazy enough to be out there looking for Kanan swinging his lightsaber around would instead be met with two sets of footprints, one human, one canine, leading back across the street to the junkyard, into the ship landing area, and right up to board that nice jewel-shaped freighter that Hera called her own. She was gracious enough to let him train his student in the cargo hold today, which he actually texted Tip about to let her know, and the ship had the added bonus of being heated and having a caf maker.

Really, why did he ever train outside?

Today, rather than doing personal training while he waited, he was rummaging for hot chocolate mix, running the caf maker, and trying to find a good place to situate a wet dog so that he couldn't cause mayhem around the ship. He suspected Chopper would be willing to take that last bit over before too long, if only because Chopper liked having someone to boss around.

[OOC: Open! Whether you're the student who got the text, you're crazy enough to make your way to the park in that weather and noticed the tracks, or you happen to own the ship! I NEED MY FRIDAY POSTS WHATEVER THE WEATHER, OKAY.]

"C'mon, Hera," Kanan muttered, tripping over his dog and then kind of skirted to the side as the nexu who was supposed to be his roommate slithered her way by him toward the kitchen. He sighed, reaching up a hand to scratch at his cheek before he carefully made his way around both of the four-footed beings he was sharing his home with. "Yeah, yeah. Order of the day is nerf, again. But only if you get off the counter."

He was ready to reach up and heave her off of there with his bare hands.

Again.

He was going to have to re-finish those countertops when she turned back. Nexu claws meant business when they belonged to a nexu who didn't want to get shoved off the countertop.

"If you stay on the floor, I'll feed you, and then I'm going to bed."

If he could fit in there around the feline with quills, anyway. How was this his life?

[OOC: For that nexu! Or any visits if anyone pleases.]

Something was up.

No, Kanan couldn't put a finger on just why he was pacing the apartment like an anxious nexu, but he had been practically all day, with breaks taken mostly just to take the dog out to do his business, and to try to beat some of last night's glitter out from his clothes. What was it that had him so twitchy? He really couldn't say. But here he was.

Twitchy.

The stampede of small children running around the island outside probably should have tipped him off when he went to take the dog for his walk, but... well...

It was possible that he was twitchy and also somewhat in denial.

[OOC: Open!]

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!]

Unlike when Caleb had woken up in a strange bed on Friday night, there was no sudden jerk awake for Kanan this morning. There was no immediate onset of panic, no choking sense of fear of a strange place. Which didn't mean that Kanan didn't contemplate trying to exit through a window this morning too, granted. But here in Obi-Wan's shack, it would be a somewhat less dramatic, rather more undignified sort of escape route.

Anyway, the door was right over there. And he could be reasonably certain that there weren't any clones on the other side of it, waiting with blasters at ready to take him down.

He sat up, looking quietly at that door, and then sighed and slumped forward, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

He felt almost as exhausted as Caleb had the other evening. His reasons for that were only mostly the same.

[OOC: For that Kenobi guy, naturally!]