Honey I Shrunk the Pups

[for_everyone]

All Kanan and Hera wanted to do today was take the payout from their last mission, use it to buy supplies, and then check to see if Milliways might have anything they couldn't get from the shops on Danadine.

(There were quite a few things the shops in Danadine didn't have, or didn't want to provide to outsiders. Hera seems pretty willing to beg money on the latter being more true than the former.)

Stopping to get a caf after wrangling the rest of the supplies was meant to be a treat.

But now the cups are taller than Hera and Kanan put together, and the rest of the bar is much bigger than it was a moment ago.

"Uh. Hera? I think something's gone wrong." If Kanan sounds jarred, it's because even with the Force he didn't feel this coming.

"Yes, love," Hera says patiently, slamming down hard on her own panic because that's not going to solve anything. "I think that's clear by now."

The real question is what are they going to do next?

[ooc: And it is bedtime, or at least brain-too-tired-to-pretend-to-be-other-people time. Slows okay? And the post is still open for new tags, they will just be picked up in slowtime, too. Thanks!]

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[notallofus]

"I'm still not sure what happened, though. I didn't feel anything . . . . though wasn't there some kind of blue flash? I just thought someone was taking a holo."

He doesn't feel small, is the thing. He just feels like himself. Except that there is now definitely way too much caf to drink. And accidentally knocking the cups over would give each of them pretty intense burns.

[for_everyone]

"I think I'm more worried about being small enough to step on, Kanan," Hera says, stepping carefully toward the edge of the Bar itself to try to assess their surroundings now.

It's much harder than it was a moment ago, from her now much smaller and more easily overwhelmed vantage point. But it doesn't look like they're alone.

[notallofus]

"Okay, fair," Kanan acknowledges, moving up to join her.

"It is more or less comforting that we don't seem to be the only tiny ones around?"

Kanan's voting for less, oddly enough. For now.

[for_everyone]

"I'd rather not be alone."

Hera takes a step back from the edge. "If there's more of us that makes more likely someone who isn't affected will notice."

And that they'll find a way to fix this.

[notallofus]

They can hope, at least. For both of those things.

Kanan, in an attempt to keep his -- and Hera's -- spirits up, just shakes his head.

"If we have to be tiny, at least we're near the food. Instead of having to embark on an epic quest to cross all that floor, I mean."

You know, if they'd been sitting at a table or something.

[for_everyone]

"That's true, I'm not sure I'd want to run into those waitrats right now."

Beat. "But I guess that could still happen."

[notallofus]

"We could ride them? I mean, they seem to be sentient, so they probably wouldn't try to eat us . . . "

Wait, what is he arguing for here?

[creator_raven]

It is at this point, shortly after Hera finishes speaking, that a raggedy black-feathered bird drops down from the rafters, settling down next to them.

He is not careful with the breeze that his wings stir up.

Oops.

[for_everyone]

Hera notices the movement above them, and is already jumping back before the bird lands. But the sudden gust knocks her off her feet, sending her stumbling back into Kanan -

[notallofus]

-- who tries to catch her and ends up staggering himself.

Just give him a second to clip his lightsaber parts together . . .

"Whoa!"

[creator_raven]

The bird, ruffling his feathers slightly as he makes himself more comfortable on his new perch, snorts.

Loudly.

Then he peers at them first out of one eye, then the other.

"I am, I think, not going to eat you."

[for_everyone]

Hera pulls herself up from Kanan, and - maybe against all reason - takes a step forward, toward the bird.

"I know you."

[notallofus]

"Hera," Kanan says, voice low and concerned. (Not least because he's not sure what move he's supposed to pull, here.)

Then --

"Wait, what?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze, having been placed on the bar by Egil, comes bounding over, his staff clattering against his back.

"Hera! Kanan! Hoi! May the Force of others be with you. You're tiny, too? Do you know what happened?"

[notallofus]

"Baze," Kanan says, trying to look relaxed.

"No idea, actually. Did you see anything?"

[for_everyone]

"I saw some kind of light."

Hera glances around, even though she knows she'll have no chance of finding where it might have come from. "But that's it."

[iprotectyou]

Baze also glances around.

"I thought it cane from behind the bar. But I was busy being knocked off my feet at the time. You're both okay other than being little, right?"

[notallofus]

"So . . . near where we are now?"

Kanan shakes his head, thinking that over. It could be good, if it did? But --

[for_everyone]

"I think we're fine."

It's in itself a strange feeling, that everything feels normal when it's so clearly not. She turns, looking back behind the bar, though it's hard to focus on any one thing when everything is suddenly so enormous.

[childofrebellion]

(OOC: Finally caught up on Rebels. That show.)

Cassian spots Hera and Kanan from the stool he's on and yells out, he feels too vulnerable here, "Can you help me up?"

[notallofus]

"Uh."

Kanan looks over at Hera, then scans the bartop, looking to see if anyone has left some thread behind.

"Give us a second to see what we can grab!"

[for_everyone]

Hera glances at Kanan, but then calls over to Cassian, "If we throw you a rope, do you think you could climb across?"

[childofrebellion]

"I could. A straw could work too," That would have length and maybe be stronger like a building support beam.

[notallofus]

"Yeah, but a straw would be harder to anchor! "

If only they had some tacks . . .

[for_everyone]

"I think we're small enough that it might not matter..."

Hera thinks for a moment, and then says. "It's probably the best option. I'll hold it down and you can maneuver and... help me."

She gives Kanan one meaningful look, before a normal-sized (in other words, gigantic) straw appears next to her. It's also heavy, but Hera can still shove it toward the edge of the bar, in the direction of Cassian's stool.