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fandomhigh2018-08-02 07:13 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2018-08-02 07:13 am
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Laying Low 2.0, Thursday, Period 2
"So," Kanan said, standing at the front of an actual classroom this morning to a musical backdrop of Sabotage. It was muffled somewhat, most likely because he'd sandwiched the fish between two pillows and strapped a couple of belts around them to make them stay. "Sometimes, when you're trying to lay low, it isn't possible to travel alone. And sometimes, sometimes your trael companion isn't exactly what you might call stealthy. Or subtle."
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Kanan grimaced a little.
"Let's say, hypothetically, that your travel companion is a screaming flying fish that stalks you around and shows up out of nowhere right when you think you've given it the slip, possibly because it's holding some kind of grudge for sticking it, say, into a freezer for a few days as a favor to a friend. Hypothetically. And maybe you hypothetically have plans to take it on a sightseeing tour to the moon. The moon's great. Excellent view of space, and of Earth. Nowhere within earshot..."
There was a tiny exploding sound, and a small puff of smoke drifted out from between the pillows. The fish had fired off another firework. Kanan was beyond the point of even noticing, anymore.
"Here's a pop quiz on laying low, class. Assuming the moon isn't far enough, how would you go about giving your travel companion the slip? And before you go there, no, killing it isn't an option."
He knew from experience. When it had showed up floating over his bed this morning screaming, he'd tried.
[OOC: Open!]
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Kanan grimaced a little.
"Let's say, hypothetically, that your travel companion is a screaming flying fish that stalks you around and shows up out of nowhere right when you think you've given it the slip, possibly because it's holding some kind of grudge for sticking it, say, into a freezer for a few days as a favor to a friend. Hypothetically. And maybe you hypothetically have plans to take it on a sightseeing tour to the moon. The moon's great. Excellent view of space, and of Earth. Nowhere within earshot..."
There was a tiny exploding sound, and a small puff of smoke drifted out from between the pillows. The fish had fired off another firework. Kanan was beyond the point of even noticing, anymore.
"Here's a pop quiz on laying low, class. Assuming the moon isn't far enough, how would you go about giving your travel companion the slip? And before you go there, no, killing it isn't an option."
He knew from experience. When it had showed up floating over his bed this morning screaming, he'd tried.
[OOC: Open!]
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