Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncertain_dume) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomhigh2019-08-05 07:00 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomhigh2019-08-05 07:00 am
Entry tags:
Adaptability And You, Monday, 2nd Period
Kanan looked mildly perplexed by the time he made his way in to the classroom today. Still no obvious sign of what was strange about this week. Which didn't necessarily mean anything, granted, and he was hopeful that a bit of time spent meditating today would help clear that up a little, but he had gone directly from the radio station to Portalocity to attempt to shake down a few more gnomes and was now at that point where he was contemplating just what technology he actually needed in order to punch holes in the multiverse to get from here to a Jakku that the Gnomes insisted he had no business being on.
Rules of spacetime or something, they kept saying. Kriff spacetime.
"So," he said, once it seemed like everyone who was going to arrive here today had, "this is another one of those weeks where it looks like we've got a bit of downtime, at least for now, so we're going to go over escape plans, in case things get so bad that sticking around the island isn't actually an option. Now, Fandom's got two obvious means of leaving, which have been working to varied degrees since this whole summer thing started going on. The Causeway, generally, will take you to whatever is across from it, but it can also, at least for most people, serve as a convenient bridge to wherever you call home. I say most people because the island is tricky that way. For the longest time, I couldn't use it to get home, and I know of at least a few other people still who have or have had that same problem. I can get home again these days, but I haven't actually checked to see how the Causeway works for me, personally. But so long as the island is safe, now might not be a bad time for anybody to give it a spin, try to cross the bridge over to whatever's on the other side. Then come back and try to cross it over to home. If you feel safe doing so. If things are too much here, that should, theoretically, be the most simple means of leaving the island."
A beat. And then a faintly sour look crossed Kanan's face.
"The next would be portals." Kanan had very seldom in his life wanted to shake someone as badly as he wanted to shake the customer service representative from Portalocity that he'd been arguing with for the past three days. "Those, theoretically, can get you almost anywhere in the multiverse. I say almost, because sometimes they have restrictions on who can travel where for reasons they absolutely refuse to divulge. Or there'll be mynocks in the works and the connection will be broken. Still, if your goal is to get off-island, they can usually direct you to somewhere to go in order to wait out the crazy, and they'll even arrange for portals of various sizes in case, say, you need to get an entire light freighter through to go along with you. You'll have to be careful with this one, though. They're also notorious for stopovers, so be prepared to end up in, say, a world made entirely of shrimp."
He'd been there, had done that. It had been absolutely disgusting, and if he never saw another shrimp again...
...
"Now, it should be noted that neither one of these options is any sort of guarantee. Like I said, the portals are unreliable, and they haven't been working at all for people who haven't been themselves over the weeks this summer. The Causeway can be hit-or-miss too, and there have been times when things have been so bad around the island that everything's gone on lockdown and people haven't been able to go either way. If that happens, that's when you know things are serious. Arm up, squad up, bunker down if you need to do so to stay safe." He clapped his hands, once. "So, any questions? Anybody know any other ways to get out of this place if need be?"
A beat.
"Any tips for arguing with Portalocity gnomes?"
Look, it was worth asking.
[Open!]
Rules of spacetime or something, they kept saying. Kriff spacetime.
"So," he said, once it seemed like everyone who was going to arrive here today had, "this is another one of those weeks where it looks like we've got a bit of downtime, at least for now, so we're going to go over escape plans, in case things get so bad that sticking around the island isn't actually an option. Now, Fandom's got two obvious means of leaving, which have been working to varied degrees since this whole summer thing started going on. The Causeway, generally, will take you to whatever is across from it, but it can also, at least for most people, serve as a convenient bridge to wherever you call home. I say most people because the island is tricky that way. For the longest time, I couldn't use it to get home, and I know of at least a few other people still who have or have had that same problem. I can get home again these days, but I haven't actually checked to see how the Causeway works for me, personally. But so long as the island is safe, now might not be a bad time for anybody to give it a spin, try to cross the bridge over to whatever's on the other side. Then come back and try to cross it over to home. If you feel safe doing so. If things are too much here, that should, theoretically, be the most simple means of leaving the island."
A beat. And then a faintly sour look crossed Kanan's face.
"The next would be portals." Kanan had very seldom in his life wanted to shake someone as badly as he wanted to shake the customer service representative from Portalocity that he'd been arguing with for the past three days. "Those, theoretically, can get you almost anywhere in the multiverse. I say almost, because sometimes they have restrictions on who can travel where for reasons they absolutely refuse to divulge. Or there'll be mynocks in the works and the connection will be broken. Still, if your goal is to get off-island, they can usually direct you to somewhere to go in order to wait out the crazy, and they'll even arrange for portals of various sizes in case, say, you need to get an entire light freighter through to go along with you. You'll have to be careful with this one, though. They're also notorious for stopovers, so be prepared to end up in, say, a world made entirely of shrimp."
He'd been there, had done that. It had been absolutely disgusting, and if he never saw another shrimp again...
...
"Now, it should be noted that neither one of these options is any sort of guarantee. Like I said, the portals are unreliable, and they haven't been working at all for people who haven't been themselves over the weeks this summer. The Causeway can be hit-or-miss too, and there have been times when things have been so bad around the island that everything's gone on lockdown and people haven't been able to go either way. If that happens, that's when you know things are serious. Arm up, squad up, bunker down if you need to do so to stay safe." He clapped his hands, once. "So, any questions? Anybody know any other ways to get out of this place if need be?"
A beat.
"Any tips for arguing with Portalocity gnomes?"
Look, it was worth asking.
[Open!]
Sign In!
Re: Sign In!
Re: Sign In!
Re: Sign In!
Re: Sign In!
Re: Sign In!
Lecture!
Discuss!
Re: Discuss!
Re: Discuss!
"I've resorted to making threats this week and no dice," admitted the guy who was nominally acting like a Jedi these days without even an ounce of shame. "Somebody else might have better luck than me, there, but I like to think I can be plenty threatening when I get a mind to be."
... Well. He could.
Mind-tricks didn't seem to work, either.
Re: Discuss!
What?
It had worked for her!
And taken a few weeks but, like, it had worked for her.
Re: Discuss!
Go Give the Causeway a Spin!
Or if you just, like, want to go home. He doesn't actually care.
Re: Go Give the Causeway a Spin!
"I don't get it," she muttered, stubbornly walking back and forth across the Causeway.
If anyone needs her, that's where she'll be all day, walking back and forth, maybe skipping, maybe hopping on one foot, maybe trying it with one eye closed and then the other, maybe backward.. to see if they made any difference.
Spoiler alert: Nothing took her 'home'.
Talk to Kanan!
Talk to the TA!
Re: Talk to the TA!
OOC!