Fandom Island and Town

No oppressive feelings, no monsters waiting to kill him or turn him into one of them or worse lurking in the shadows. Kanan was tentatively hopeful that things were getting back to more-or-less normal. Sure, his TA was a bird making little bird footprints all over one of the rooms of the Ghost with finger paints, and he could still feel the residual damage of the last few weeks haunting more than a few residents of the island.

But right now? Right now, Kanan's worst concern was surviving the heat. He'd brought Stance to the park today - yes, in his vesty-vest - and was letting him merrily harass the ducks while Kanan himself staked out a spot in the shade under one of the park's larger trees, where he was running through lightsaber forms in slow-motion, working on restraint and balance every bit as much as form and... not overheating and dying, really.

It seemed to be working out for Kanan, anyway.

[OOC: .... I appear to have lost half my Thursday again. Help. Open!]

Well... that whole week could have gone worse, Kanan supposed. The itching feeling of dread had more or less faded, which left just the lingering bouts of free-floating trauma around the island that was usual in the wake of this sort of thing.

Which meant it was a Friday as usual for training and the like, though today he'd brought Stance, and he'd made his way to the park rather than the warehouse, letting the pup run free to harangue the ducks while he sat himself down under a tree in the shade, and he read more of that book that the moose had foisted off on him.

He didn't necessarily agree with it all, but he could see some of the wisdom behind it all the same.

There were a few practice swords propped up against the tree, in case anybody was feeling up to training or sparring today, but otherwise... eh. He was more or less just taking it easy this afternoon.

With a book.

About a stuffed bear.

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan was meditating.

Wednesday had left him with a lot to chew on, and...

And look, he was mostly over it. He really was. Not much of what had been foisted on him while the island was glitching out was new, per se. The penguin thing? That was new.

The giant wolf thing? Definitely new.

But being Caleb again off and on was basically old hat at this point, and it wasn't the first time the island had dragged him into fresh-burned darkness, so most of what he was meditating on today was how Jack wanted to go to Coruscant, to see for herself what it was he was fighting for, what it was he was fighting, and he had so damn many mixed feelings about that, he was probably going to meditate right up until someone arrived to put a stop to that.

[OOC: Open, but yup, still sleepy for this post, too.]

If it wasn't for the rain today, Kanan would have been out in the park training.

It was warm outside. Comfortably warm. Warm enough that he'd have ditched the long jacket entirely if not for the water coming down. But at the very least, the sound of rain hitting the ceiling of the warehouse was a soothing one, and it made falling into his morning meditations that much easier.

Come the afternoon, when he had a remote and his lightsaber out, it was just one more distraction. But that wasn't a bad thing. After all, it wasn't as though he'd be working without distractions back home. Ever. So, overall, a win.

Still, he couldn't help but be a little bit wistful about it. Maybe next week.

[OOC: Open!]

Meditating in the morning, lightsaber training in the afternoon... it was basically the new status quo for Kanan in his warehouse today.

... Well, maybe there was a little bit more focus on whether there were any gremlins in the area while he was meditating this morning.

And it was completely possible that his attention was mostly directed toward the floor while he trained with his lightsaber in the afternoon.

He wasn't paranoid, damn it. That would be absurd.

[OOC: Open!]

Was Kanan at Luke's today?

Miraculously so, yes. He'd come in riding dogback with a piece torn out of a pillowcase to wrap around his shoulders to keep him warm for the trek in. His hair was loose, which was driving him slightly up a wall, and his feet were bare, which was less than pleasant, but so long as he had a very, very large dog to hang out with, he was faring well enough even in this weather.

Did he cheat and use the Force in order to unlock the door today, letting Stance nose his way in from there? Absolutely. He used it to get the doorstop in place so that it was open a crack for folks of diminutive size, too.

And was he content to just sit back and let the cook and the dishwasher continue doing their thing in the kitchen, the cook riding on the dishwasher's shoulder and barking orders for the day? You bet.

The specials board today was written in the dishwasher's hand, too.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Tiny Pancakes

If anybody needed Kanan, he'd be sitting comfortably on his dog's head, clad in nothing but a pair of pants and a scrap of torn fabric around his otherwise bare shoulders like a cloak, informing Stance that he was a Very Good Boy, indeed.

Still with no real clue about what to do with himself on Friday mornings around this place without a class, Kanan had made his way to the warehouse early again. All the better for pulling out his holocron and meditating on it, watching the recording of Skywalker going over modifications he'd made to the Ataru form back during the war. He only really used Ataru when pitting lightsaber against blaster fire, but the refresher was good, and anything Kanan could use to get an edge, even if he never wound up igniting his lightsaber back home, he was going to take.

Keeping your saber moving is the key to deflecting the fire of multiple adversaries...

Kanan hoped it would never come to that.

He had seen enough to know that, now that he had fully committed himself to Hera's cause, it eventually would. And so he had his lightsaber out and was following along.

Practice these exercises mindfully, and you'll see improvement, I promise.

"Yeah," Kanan sighed, "that's the hope, isn't it?"

One, two, three, pivot...

[OOC: Open!]

It was an odd thing, to have his schedule shifted around somewhat through the week. Yesterday had been Kanan's class, for example. In two days, there would be his Luke's shift, and then, the three days to follow would be empty. Free for him to... take in the bar, or go to movie night or spend time with friends or to lean, hard, into the smallest beads of a rebellion back home.

And after the way his conversation with Hera had ended at the countdown on Monday night, he felt, perhaps, like he was going to need to put a lot more of his focus into mostly that last one.

Be a better rebel. Being a better Jedi was something that he'd have to put his efforts into while he was here, four days on, three days off again, give it his all while he could and then shove it down somewhere dark, with a disassembled lightsaber and a holocron that remained hidden away entirely and the Force only a distant thought belonging to a destroyed Order who people already spoke of in hushed tones, like figments of their imaginations, like legends of things that went bump in the night.

When he made his way to the warehouse today, he would spend his time waiting for people by clearing a place on the floor, sitting himself on it, and then meditating in the Force. And that meditation left the room looking faintly celestial as the glitter still left over from the girls' holiday decorating hung in the air around him. His eyes remained shut as the vague beginnings of something that could almost be mistaken for tiny galaxies in their own right emerged from the chaos, spiral arms reaching out as those specks of reflective dust found a lazy orbit in the currents of the Force.

He had arrived early today, having no classes in the morning. And until people arrived or reached out to him otherwise, this was going to be how he was content to spend hours.

[OOC: Open warehouse is open!]

Okay, so... Kanan could live with the holiday decorating that had clearly gone on in his warehouse overnight. It was... ostentatious, he figured was the word for it... a little more well-illuminated than he was used to.

There had been some, ah, some paint involved. And the crates were almost all wrapped up to look like large presents. He suspected that whatever it was that had gone on in here hadn't been the island's holiday weirdness, but he was willing to give it a day or so to process what to make of it before getting too concerned.

Maybe by then he'd admit it was all actually kind of nice. In a fairy lights and tinsel sort of way. He'd have to clear the tinsel out if he wanted to bring his dog back around, but the lights were fine enough, and... He glanced at the pile of training weapons and squinted a little. Were those candy stripes?

...

No, you know what, he was going to just use his lightsaber instead. A tactic that lasted all of three steps into his first form, when he lunged forward and found himself holding a well-lit tree branch.

........

So if anybody came into the warehouse today, Kanan was going to just be on the floor, meditating, with holiday baubles suspended in the air around him. Today seemed like a good day for meditation.