The Perk, Monday Afternoon

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Booored. Bored bored bored.

Bored.

Vette was, possibly surprisingly, bored. Out of her skull. She'd gone to her class today, sat through the weird flat holo, been given some food for thought, considered wandering back to her room. Hadn't. And now she was bored. So she'd gone for a walk. Sure, the weather was... not good today. She had twin rivers of water running down her lekku by the time she'd ducked herself away into a nearby shop, and not five minutes later she was sitting down by the window with a hot drink in her hands, watching the rain come down. The weather was still better than Ryloth, she would even grudgingly admit that the town was leaps and bounds better than Nar Shaddaa, and she was slowly warming up to the rain all the same.

All that considered, she still sighed as she settled in to people-watch. The drink name was totally misleading. Pumpkin spice wasn't spicy at all.

[OOC: Open post, soggy Vette!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera had an umbrella, at least, so she wasn't quite as damp, even if she was fighting with the thing a bit in the wind.

She closed it with an exasperated sigh, set it by the door, and turned to head to the counter. Then smiled, seeing Vette.

"Hi there! How's everything going?"

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"My drink is disappointing," Vette sighed. "I," she added, "have a disappointing drink."

You take all the time to stand there in line to try to decipher the writing on the menu and then you get your drink and it isn't even properly spicy? Come on, Earth. That was mean.

"Hey, Hera."

[futurespacemom]

"Hey, Vette. What's disappointing about it?" Hera asked. "They'll probably make it again if you want."

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"No," Vette muttered. "They probably made it right. They just named it wrong."

That was her story, she was sticking to it.

"Pumpkin spice. Come on."

[futurespacemom]

"Pumpkin is a local fruit, if I remember right, and the spices are what they usually cook it in," Hera explained. "I had to ask, too. Apparently there's a lot of it around this time of year."

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"Well, they could've named it better," Vette lamented.

This did not stop her from taking another mouthful.

"It's okay."

[futurespacemom]

"What did you think it was?" Hera asked.

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"Spicy."

Vette's disappointment was practically palpable, really.

[futurespacemom]

"Oh!" Hera gave her a sympathetic smile. "That it's definitely not. They should have something, though... Hang on!"

She stepped up to the counter and ordered two Mexican hot chocolates, extra spicy, then came back and handed one to Vette. "Try this instead."

[unusual_sith]

With all the wet outside, Lana was feeling...well, a bit like she was home. And desperately in need of something hot to drink.

So, here she was. Ducking in the door, nodding to Vette, and heading to get a coffee.

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Vette glanced up to see Lana, offered her a tiny twitch of a smile, and lifted her drink to her in greeting.

Sigh, pumpkin spice. Everything about you was a lie.

[unusual_sith]

Lana got her coffee and added a little milk, then came to sit at the table next to Vette's. "Were you as confused by that holo - or not-holo - as I was?"

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Vette considered that for a moment, tilted her head at Lana, and then shrugged.

"Confused? Not really. What did you find confusing about it?"

A documentary about a girl standing up to fight for people like herself who had been held back in life was kind of right up Vette's alley, really.

[unusual_sith]

"Why would anybody insist half their population be uneducated?" Lana asked. "That makes no sense at all. And how does that girl expect forgiveness to work as a form of revenge? If everyone just worked together and killed those Taliban idiots, it would solve the whole problem."

Lana had a lot to learn about Earth politics, apparently.

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Vette frowned a little.

"It's hard to kill an ideology," she said, simply. "You can kill off or enslave a group of people, but people like those... they're built on ideas. All it takes is one person remembering, agreeing, and it starts all over."

She sipped her drink.

"And that first question?" She frowned at Lana. "The answer to that one is obvious, isn't it? The less a person has at their disposal, the easier they are to control."

[unusual_sith]

"They can believe whatever they like," Lana said. "You can still kill them when they try something. And teach the others why they're wrong."

She looked at Vette. "I'm smart enough to know I probably have very different views from a twi'lek about slavery. Perhaps we should leave it at 'the Taliban are idiots'?"

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'Evil,' Lana. The word Vette would have used, quite readily, was 'evil.'

Still, she knew better than to argue with a Sith, especially not on that particular topic. She couldn't be rational about that one.

Wouldn't be rational about it. Rationality had nothing to do with the matter, and she owed a cool head to exactly nobody.

"Let's leave it at that, yeah," she settled on.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Another sign that Summer had definitely been working way too much: this was literally going to be her first PSL of the season, and it was halfway into September! That was practically criminal, but a Monday like today seemed like a good time to fix this clearly heinous crime against humanity.

She thought she'd get the full effect of the whole 'independent business owner hitting the ground running' by bringing her laptop and planning to spend most of the day 'working' there in the coffee shop.

And getting distracted. All too easily A non-Hera Twi'lek in the Perk'll kind of do that to you on a Monday morning.

Trying to keep her grin down to a smile that didn't give away her excitement too much, she bobbed a nod to the girl and lifted her cup in a wave/salute of sorts. "G'Morning!"

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"Good afternoon," Vette replied, nodding up to the perky red-haired human and offering her a smile in return. She lifted her own drink a little in a sort of return wave-salute. "Careful, the spicy caf isn't even a little bit spicy."

Misleading advertising! A travesty!

[somethingwithturquoise]

...it was afternoon, wasn't it? Oh, well. When you can't read you owned your own business, you made your own hours, and morning could be whenever you damn well pleased.

"Nor is it technically caf!" Summer was maybe a little too excited to be able to point that out from a point of knowledge. "But I am quite familiar with the classic autumnal flavor bomb that is the PSL. I never thought of it before, that the spice part might be misleading, but they mean more spice-es like cinnamon and nutmeg than spic-y, like peppers and stuff."

She waved her hand to dismiss it, though. "Not that any of that matters, it's all just semantics. I'm Summer, by the way," and she offered out a hand, "what's your name?"

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Vette blinked, and then reached to shake the offered hand, head lilting slightly to one side as she processed all of that.

"It's Vette," she replied, and then she grinned a little. "Good to meet you, Summer. Master of all things pumpkin spice, huh?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer didn't know if she'd got quite that far (she would...oh, yes, she definitely would), but any sort of authority on pumpkin spice seemed even less important now that the Twi'lek introduced herself, and Summer's eyebrows were taking a quick vacation up toward her hairline.

"You're Vette?" she said.

Had BDG mentioned that one of the WBBT was a Twi'lek? If he had, how could she have forgotten that tidbit? She must have just been too excited about the WBBT in general.

And then Summer smirked a smirk that she had been smirking an awful lot these last few days.

"And your roommate's Nina, and you two tried to steal the welcome shuttle bus, didn't you?"

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"My roommate is Nina, and we totally would've gotten away with it if that guy with the bad goatee hadn't come back," Vette announced. And then she grinned a little and settled back in her seat. "You've heard about us, huh? Not even here a month... I think... and I've already got a reputation."

[somethingwithturquoise]

And here she didn't even mention knowing about them working at Kaidan's, either.

"Well," Summer snorted, "I am friends with the bus driver."

Guy.

With the bad goatee. Ohmygod, Vette, she wanted to just adopt you now. Could she adopt you? She was totally going to adopt you.

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Vette, blinked. And then Vette laughed, easily, and shook her head.

"So he's, what, gone on a rant about us or something? I maintain that it's his own fault."

No, it was not. But Vette had to stick to her guns, here.