Hannibal's house (where Jono probably despairs of the flower arrangements), Wednesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had spent most of the day on the phone with florists and the cake shop, the hotel and banquet hall, and a few of the guests, arranging some last-minute things. And brushing the cat, because biology waited for no weddings, and he had to keep the shedding down.

Now, he was reading and listening to Bach, sipping some very good tea.

It was a good day.


[OOC: Open post!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled and shook his head. "I was referring more to the 'spaceship island thing', waking up twenty years older, and other such occasions."

He waved toward where Baltimore would usually be. "Should the island decide to settle back where it usually sits, there is a decent-sized and less quiet city across the causeway. Although still likely somewhat backwards compared to what you're used to."

[uncertain_dume]

"Twenty years older? Is that what that was?" Kanan blinked, and then wrinkled his nose. "I can't remember much of it at all. Talking about fruit with... you... I think. A few other bits of conversation here and there. If I couldn't remember any of it, I'd think you were hazing me."

A month in. Sure. That happened.

"Wouldn't mind seeing the city, though. If I stick around that long."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Fruit and caf," Hannibal agreed.

"If you're still here, I'd be happy to show you around, or to show you how to find local information on your own."

Hannibal gave him a calm, understanding look. "Even if you are able to return home, you realize that you don't have to - for good, or even at all. Many people find this island to be a welcome haven."

It didn't even take Hannibal's intellect to know that a man the school had assigned to teach a class on laying low, might need to himself.

[uncertain_dume]

"If I'm still here... I might have to take you up on that," Kanan replied. "Though I'm not completely sold on this island being the welcome haven that everyone keeps saying it is."

There were Stormtroopers in town and a xenophobic Imp in his class. Even Master Kenobi himself could say that this place was different, but Kanan wasn't buying it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Fair enough," Hannibal said. "Perhaps it will eventually convince you. Or perhaps it won't be such a place for you. It's merely something to consider."

[uncertain_dume]

"I guess we'll see what the future brings," Kanan agreed, shrugging. "I'm not in a hurry. I don't imagine Okadiah has held my job for me for this long anyway. But where I'm standing, it's the devil I know against the devil that apparently randomly gave me graying hair for a few days, and that makes for the sort of life choice I've never really had to make before."

He wasn't even going to ask the next question that came to mind, about why he couldn't exactly remember what anybody else looked like. The less he acknowledged that something had even happened that weekend, the less he had to worry about the future.

[sharp_as_knives]

"There are all sorts of interesting choices to be made here." Hannibal chuckled. "Even if it's only what sort of food and drink you enjoy."

If he wasn't going to get any more out of Kanan just yet, he might as well go for his good will.