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

Today, Kanan had sent a message to the students, stay in the dorms. He'd come to them. Hopefully nobody had any complaints about a workshop coopting the dorms rec room, because when it came to making his students navigate the fresh hell that was out there just so that he could chat about philosophy?

Ha. Kanan had put messy blaster holes in three splicers just getting from the radio station to here today. There was a long tear in his shirt and blood he was just casually ignoring. It wasn't worth it to expect the students to be out in that. Nope.

"This week's lesson was supposed to be about busybodies who don't take the time to stop and relax," he said, leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, lightsaber actually assembled on his belt. "And if I figured that was at all relevant to what's going on out there, I'd even feel okay with teaching it. But this week we're going to just... have a discussion, I guess. Talk about when to run versus when to fight. Talk to your classmates - pick a buddy to travel with when you go outside. Even if you don't personally think you need someone to watch your back, think of it as having someone else whose back needs watching. How many of you are fighters? How many of you aren't? The wasteland was bad - the animals there were twisted and lethal. But here, the enemy is people. And people can be anywhere."

Kanan shrugged.

"If there are any essentials you need this week and you don't feel safe going outside, message me. I don't mind doing runs for food, weapons, or first aid supplies. I know we've just been coasting through the summer so far, wasteland being an exception for some, but it might be well past time to start treating these bouts of weekly weirdness as actual emergency situations, not just novel new experiences. So, what do you do to prep for an emergency that's already on you?"

Sorry, silly old bear. Maybe class would get back to discussing you next week. Adjusting his lesson to go with the flow that the universe had thrown at the island was in line with Taoism, too.

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There was a long pause while Kanan parsed that.

"... I don't think anybody here is going to run out looking to get stabbed just because I make it look like such a great time," he noted. "But sure, I'll try to set a better example."

This entire place had been screaming at him, a festering scar in the Force. The splicer had caught him while he'd been winded by it.

Nina's grin was entirely unabashed.

Hey, she made sense to her, and that was the most important person to make sense to!

"That's all I can ask for!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped. "It's going to, like, be an interesting week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Personally, I would have been happy to just have another week of talking dogs."

Much as Kanan enjoyed a little excitement, this was...

Nope.

"That was a sad thing to, like, lose," Nina admitted, since it was. "But, like, this way we're never, ever bored??????????????"

That was a terrible reason to enjoy this summer, Nina. Terrible.

"Yeah, definitely wasn't getting bored of the talking dog," Kanan noted.

He used to pack up and leave entire star systems behind because of boredom. This was going above and beyond the call, really.

"I wasn't bored of Foomy talking either," Nina admitted. "But, like, that just makes me want to learn his language more now??????????????? And this is super neat!!!!!!!!!!!! Wayne and I were talking about how, like, what if it's just really old and falls down on us????????????"

Nina didn't think it would, was the thing, so she was more intrigued than concerned about that.

"... Then I'm reasonably certain everybody but Sidon dies a horrible drowning death." A beat. "He just gets crushed alive."

Pleasant, Kanan.

"You're no fun," Nina complained, amused. "It's a question of structural integrity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"There is none, trust me," Kanan replied, jerking a thumb toward what was nominally considered 'the outside,' this week. "To put it entirely too mildly, there are a few leaks out there."

Two or three.

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