Kanan had been contemplating blowing off work today. After all, if 'having your dead Master come to visit for a couple of days' wasn't a valid reason to not come in to work, he really didn't know what was. But Master Billaba had insisted, pointing out that in taking this job, he'd made a commitment to be here. And also because she wanted to see ( Read more... )

Very little had happened after the last battle last night, and so Obi-Wan had been loath to ask the last strike team to put themselves in mortal danger. Perhaps the anchoring theory was wrong, and they had done little besides rid the island of two dangerous creatures ( Read more... )

Most of the information they had found was circumstantial, at best: rumors about what might have happened, strange reports that could mean anything about what caused this. But from it had arisen one potential path, the destruction of whatever anchored this place here - though whether it was an anchor that held their island tied to this, or an ( Read more... )

Plus side: when Anakin woke up in his office, he knew where he was.

Minus side: He had no idea what he was doing in a teacher's office and so bolted out of there before Principal Washburn could discover him. He went into town for recon--he couldn't feel the people he normally could, and it was really, really bothering him ( Read more... )

Where had the staff come from? Nobody knew. But sometime at six in the morning, a group of people arrived in the park and immediately spread out over the premises, constructing a bunch of nondescript stands at a rapid pace. They set out cheap soft drinks on the picnic tables, put up some large banners, cleaned the place up and scared off a few ( Read more... )

A new Friday, a new change of scenery. Tamsin had hoped for somewhere else that stocked booze, but thankfully, she'd had the foresight of getting a whole bunch of it from the Restaurant before they moved this morning ( Read more... )

All good (or traumatizing, or simply downright strange) things had to end. Some time after the sun had begun to dip down behind the horizon, a portal swirled back into existence in the park. It sent its call out quietly, understandable only on a certain frequency - but it was compelling and unstoppable ( Read more... )

Ah, it felt so good to be wearing something that wasn't beige. Or taupe. Seriously, whoever lived in that shack badly needed a life ( Read more... )

Ah, weird weekends. Weird, weird weekends. Sparkle would have been more worked up about the whole thing if not for the fact that Atton's counterpart seemed to have an... at least passably level head on his shoulders. Probably wasn't going to go running around the island causing mayhem or anything like that, anyway. That was reassuring, to a degree ( Read more... )

The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact ( Read more... )