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The Perkolator: Monday evening, after sunset, before curfew.

Duce darn near skips into The Perky in a mood so sprightly one would almost expect her to be leaving a trail of fairydust. Ordering a frothyfroofroo drink of the extremely caffeinated variety, she also indulges in a raspberry cream cheese croissant before claiming a table with a small bounce. The smile doesn't leave her face as she begins to cheerfully devour the pastry.

(OOC: Player may be slow due to migraine - but can't sleep for another three hours due to meds. Come play!)

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Aayla walks into the Perk after work. She orders a chai tea and spots Duce while waiting for it to be ready. When it is, she takes the cup and walks over to where Duce is sitting.
"May I join you?" she asks, smiling.

Duce gestures to a chair expansively, "Hi Aayla. Sure, grab a chair. How are you tonight? Heard Frank skipped town.. has the new owner of the hotel kept you on, or did you find other work?"

Aayla pulls over a chair, deftly balancing the cup so none spills. She sits and makes herself comfortable. "Yes, he did. Quite unexpectedly, as well." She blows on her tea. "I suppose that since he had replacements it was nothing too drastic. They kept me on in security, which is good. If I'd lost my job, I would have lost my place to live as well." She tentatively sips her tea.

"That would've been unfortunate," Duce agrees, taking a healthy slug of foamy caffeinated goodness. Reclining against her chair-back, she pops a bite of pastry into her mouth and chews reflectively, "Any idea why he bailed?"

Continuing to blow on her tea, she shakes her head. "No... I don't sense any foul play involved, so I'm just going to continue the job I was hired for. Although this whole murder business has me a little wary." Aayla tries her tea one more time, finding it a bit better and takes a larger sip.

Duce sighs, taking another big drink, and responds in a voice so automatic it's apparent she's said this countless times before, "Missing. Presumed dead. Nobody knows for sure what happened yet." Taking another slug of coffee, she makes a face, "Although around here? Could be either. People go missing all the time."

Aayla looks concerned about this revelation. "Do they usually return unharmed, though?"

"They usually don't return," Duce notes dryly, biting viciously into another piece of pastry. "Kids disappear, adults disappear, noone sees them leave, their bodies are never found, nobody ever looks for them, and within a month, it's like they never existed at all. That's why I'm kind of avoiding the brouhaha over Kitty." She chews, commenting ascerbicly, "According to one of the feedsites (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fh_underground) today, another kid was missing just as long, if not longer, and returned. He's in the Clinic, and nobody cares. Nobody's asking where he was or what happened to him or by the way did he see the girl who's missing."

Furrowing her brow and staring down at her chai, Aayla thinks for a while. "People become callous when tragedy becomes commonplace. Quite a sad thing." She looks up. "I hope this boy is alright." She makes a mental note to synch her datapad up with more news broadcasts.

"People become jaded when they live under fear for so long they know nothing else," Duce adds, after another drink of coffee. "Chances are good Volleyball will patch up the boy.. Archie, I believe his name is. So there's some hope. It's sad that the hope got buried in all the .. mess." She gestures with a hand, indicating .. outside?

(ooc: Let's try this from the correct journal, hmm?)

Aayla's not sure how to continue, so she nods slightly and sips her chai.
After a little bit of slightly awkward silence, she pipes up. "How have your classes been going, Duce? And how's Mayor Red? I haven't seen him in a bit..."

Duce dips a bite of croissant into her coffee before answering, "They're going well. Had another teacher quit, unfortunately, so I have a lot of free time on my hands. Not that it's a bad thing.. means I can help out at the shop more. Red's doing as well as can be expected, now that he's playing Daddy to the whole town as well as his two boys. He's been swamped with paperwork lately. Probably to do with the investigation."

All this buisiness about missing people is somewhat alarming to Aayla, but she tries not to let her discomfort show very much.
Nodding, she smiles a bit at Duce's comment about Red. "He seems very capable to perform the duties he's been given. The people here seem to appreciate him as well, throwing a celebration for him last week. I've rarely seen a person in power celebrated so endearingly."

Duce pauses her sip of coffee to give Aayla an amused look over the rim of her mug, "Well, it's a a small town. Small town politics are... different. I prefer them to city politics, though. More personal."

Aayla takes a sip of her chai and smiles. "The entire planet where the Jedi Temple is located is one giant city. The Galactic Senate meets there, so not much personal interaction goes on politically." She laughs. "I'm not entirely fond of politics, I leave that to the Masters on the Council."

((OOC- Duce? Bouncing? *goes to hide in her room with the doors locked*))

(ooc: Aw! Is that from fear or from you-need-a-moment?)

((I'm not entirely sure. Both, perhaps.))

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