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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[uncertain_dume]

Why not? It wasn't as though Kanan hadn't been gone a month already. Might as well stay a little longer.

"Thank you," he sighed, shaking his head. "I suppose finding out now is better than never. And here has been... mostly okay, I suppose. I wasn't expecting to find myself here, but flying explosives back and forth for miners wasn't exactly my life's dream, anyway."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled. He couldn't be expected to waste an opportunity like that. "What was your life's dream?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan let loose a little chuckle at that. Oh, he'd leave himself wide-open, but that didn't mean he was going to make this easy for you, Hannibal.

"Definitely not teaching teenagers with attitude on a strange island drifting through space," he shared. "Though sometimes I miss having a little excitement in my life, I don't exactly miss it enough to go hunting for it."

Said the guy who had 'suicide flyer' as a job description before coming here.

[sharp_as_knives]

Easy things were often dull.

"I doubt you'll miss it for long here," Hannibal said. "I never saw myself ending up in a place like this, either. Then again, I had never known that such a place could exist. My own dream involved many fewer teenagers, yes. And decidedly fewer aliens, mutants, and people doing magic."

He hadn't, after all, known any better.

[uncertain_dume]

"Difficult to dream of things you can't even imagine, huh?" Kanan nodded a little at that, not unsympathetically. "This place wasn't the sort of place I had ever pictured myself in, either. But that's mostly because I didn't realize places like this even really existed anymore."

Sure, there were planets that were a little more backrocket than others, but they generally had at least some of the more commonplace technological amenities.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Anymore?" Hannibal asked curiously. "There were places like this where you come from, then?"

[uncertain_dume]

"What? Quiet, small towns? Sure." Kanan shrugged. "There are still plenty of those. And it isn't as though our galaxy has always had such advanced technology. It's just... hard to find a time in the history books when we didn't."

There was a pause.

"Pretty sure the spaceship island thing is new, though. And totally blacking out on a weekend, I regret to say, isn't something that's only happened to me here, either."

Though generally for more alcoholic reasons, elsewhere.

[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.