fandomhigh | Tao of a Silly Old Bear, Monday, Period Two

For a guy teaching a class about Tao, Kanan looked maybe more than a little harried this morning. Of course, he was soaked up past his knees and his copy of the book he was teaching from didn't seem to be faring any better.

"So, I went to bed Friday night, woke up to squirrels telling me I'm late for my Monday radio shift, and nearly had to swim to work today," he drawled. "Apologies if this isn't the most put-together of classes. I'd had a plan for this one, it had involved the park, but the park is currently underwater, so we're going to just sit here on the school lawn and... contemplate the water or..."

He looked out at the town, flooded as it was.

"... Or something."

Sigh.

"This week's lesson," he added, "is a simple one, at least. It's about the value of learning, of putting one's faith entirely in study, versus learning from life experience." He shrugged. "Basically, don't put all of your faith in what you've been taught. Having faith in what you've learned for yourself is important, too."

A pause.

"Here is where I'd have some activity about 'Twosday,' spelled with a two, or the letter A, but my book is too soggy to open for reference," sigh, "so let's..." He waved a hand vaguely toward the water. "Talk about this. Talk about how research from books might help a non-aquatic person to adapt to a largely amphibious lifestyle, versus lessons that you might have learned for yourself this morning since waking up to it." He paused, and then added, "And if anybody has any suggestions for taking my dog for a walk while the island's flooded like this, I'm all ears."

Priorities.

[OOC: Open.]

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"So is that the first time this has happened for you?" Sabine asked.

"What, the water?" Kanan glanced her way curiously. "I've been to mostly aquatic worlds before, but this isn't quite like that."

"No, the missing weekend stuff," she said. "Mine's fuzzy, which is new."

Kanan went a little quiet at that.

He'd kind of been hoping she'd been talking about the water, admittedly.

"Once," he replied. "Sort of. The weekend where everyone is older, right?"

"That's what I hear," Sabine shrugged. "Sometimes I wish there was a guide to explain the kinds of weekends you might experience in case your memory shorts out."

"It's hard to name them all," Kanan admitted. "I've done that one once, but never just... vanished for it before."

... And he had his suspicions to why he had. He wasn't voicing those.

"Then there's the weekend where everyone is a kid, or somebody else, or a different gender."

There was a trip.

"I kind of want to skip that one," she admitted. Because she'd had enough warning to be a little worried about who she'd look like and whether that would be weird.

"I wouldn't mind never doing it again, myself," Kanan admitted. And then paused. "It's kind of funny when it hits Hera, though. The last time, she spent the entire time sticking her fingers in her ears."

Twi'lek sexual dimorphism was a trip and a half.

"When it happens and my armor doesn't fit right, I'm going to remember what you said, and I'm coming over," Sabine promised.

"Come on over and spectate as Hera re-discovers earlobes," Kanan agreed. "It helps take your mind off... all of the rest of it."

Because it was adorable. And ridiculous.

"I guess If there's an upside to everything the island throws at us, it's knowing everyone else gets it, too," she said.

"We are definitely not all in this alone," Kanan agreed. "And just think, you can all laugh at my stupid hair every time the island thinks it's funny to make me fourteen again, too."

And Caleb would sulk. So much. Every time.

"It wasn't bad," said someone who respected most creative hair decisions, "just go to someone who knows what they're doing."

"I'll put that note next to the one on my 'fresher mirror telling me not to cut my hair," Kanan decided.

It was still growing out. Maybe by the end of the year, he'd be able to wear it pulled back again, and wouldn't that be great?

"I make terrible hair choices. Someone needs to stop me."

Oh Kanan. This wasn't even your final form.

"Hera's the first line of defense. I'm just on backup," Sabine pointed out.

"I'm not certain even the both of you combined can save me from myself," Kanan admitted. "Especially around here."

"See, what I've learned for myself is that it's worth trying anyway," she teased.

"If nothing else, it'll make for a hell of a story later?"

When inevitably, somebody had to fix his hair.

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