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The Perk, Tuesday Morning
All of Vette's curiosity about the outcome of the heist in class had been put on the back-burner today. Waking up standing in the corner of her own room, wearing only her underwear, had been kind of a shocking start to the day, after all, and while she pulled her clothing on quickly, that cute red shirt that Sidon had given to her and the scarf to go with it, it seemed like the next time she looked down at herself, she was just wearing the same clothes that she'd been wearing when she first arrived on the island. Fortunately, the clothes that she'd put on that morning had come to her a few minutes later via a mail delivery - okay? - but that hadn't changed her moments of panic about it in the least.
So she'd decided she hadn't had enough caffeine for any of this, and made her way to the Perk. She made it down the stairs, her lekku flying straight up as though she was falling at a sheer plummet and throwing them up in excitement or something, walked outside, and for half the walk there she went way slower than she felt she ought to be, before being skipped ahead a half a block to where she felt she should have been.
At least she made it to the Perk and successfully ordered her drink, but when she sat down, suddenly everything about her except for her blasters and the coffee she was holding had gone invisible.
Just... completely invisible, except for two floating guns and one floating coffee.
"You know what," she said, ignoring the way her left lek had started uncontrollably twitching as though it had a life of its own, "I don't even care."
[OOC: .... SWTOR's companion and Twi'lek glitches are many. I have only just begun to glitch. Open!]
So she'd decided she hadn't had enough caffeine for any of this, and made her way to the Perk. She made it down the stairs, her lekku flying straight up as though she was falling at a sheer plummet and throwing them up in excitement or something, walked outside, and for half the walk there she went way slower than she felt she ought to be, before being skipped ahead a half a block to where she felt she should have been.
At least she made it to the Perk and successfully ordered her drink, but when she sat down, suddenly everything about her except for her blasters and the coffee she was holding had gone invisible.
Just... completely invisible, except for two floating guns and one floating coffee.
"You know what," she said, ignoring the way her left lek had started uncontrollably twitching as though it had a life of its own, "I don't even care."
[OOC: .... SWTOR's companion and Twi'lek glitches are many. I have only just begun to glitch. Open!]

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Kaidan gave up and headed to the Perk. The minute he crossed through the door, his outer clothing disappeared. Thankfully, his boxers were more like spandex bike shorts.
He closed his eyes and muttered something to himself, then decided he was not even trying to function without coffee and all but stomped his way to the counter.
Barefoot.
The baristas were torn between ogling, sympathy, and laughter. "Please give me something with enough caffeine to explode my heart and enough sugar that I don't care?" he all but begged.
Midway through, his clothing popped back into existence.
Though not his shoes.
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"Oh, so it isn't just me," Vette called over.
You know, the pair of hovering blasters and the cup of coffee at one of the tables.
"If I wasn't invisible right now, I'd swear the island just wants everybody in their underwear."
Ah, BioWare.
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Which was, of course, not helpfully glitching and dropping him into the center of the earth right now. That whole underwear thing hadn't bothered him much until he'd heard, y'know, one of his teenage employees had witnessed it.
He glanced over. "No, the island is apparently doing one of its jinx things," he agreed. "Are you, uh, ok in there?"
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"Just fiiiine," Vette drawled. "I occasionally start talking in someone else's voice, and my clothes disappear and then get mailed to me again. That part is weird. But besides that I'm mostly just annoyed."
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".. Mailed to you? Like, an actual delivery of clothing? Mine just keep popping into nothing and then reappearing."
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"Lucky," Vette muttered. "Yeah, no, an actual delivery of clothing. Or else they show up in my dresser, either way I have to keep putting them back on again."
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He looked at the baristas, "Did you somehow make strawberry-flavored coffee?"
The baristas looked smug.
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"... That actually sounds really good," Vette admitted, leaning over to look, visible now, somewhat, though she seemed to be made of just an inky sort of blackness below the neck. "Strawberry like what I was drinking the other night?"
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Usually they messed with Kaidan, since he asked them to surprise him. Never anything undrinkable, but sometimes? Sometimes very weird.
"Want me to go get it for you?" Kaidan asked, since he was thankfully not literally stuck in the chair.. for now.
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Yeah, Little Miss Stuckbutt was going to need a hand. Vette's sigh was audible, and her guns shifted forward a little as she slumped in defeat.
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He headed to the counter to pick up the drink and deliver it to Vette. He put it near the other mug, since he couldn't see where her hands or anything else were on the table.
"Bon appetite."
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She set down her current coffee and picked up the other one, taking a mouthful. It seemed to vanish entirely once it was beyond her lips, thank goodness.
"Oh... Oh, wow, I like this."
She would.
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He took his seat just as his clothes disappeared again. He exhaled an annoyed sigh through his nose. "This.. is getting old."
Kaidan grinned a little at Vette's obvious pleasure, shaking his head. That's now three of his friends who liked drinks sweet enough he needed a chaser for them.
Not that it stopped Kaidan from ordering his drinks like that. The Perk staff knew him, after all.
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"Not as good as those espresso shot things," she mused, taking another sip, "but definitely enough to wake a person up in the morning."
Another sip, and she became visible again.
Just... visible and sitting in the air about three feet above the table.
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She popped back into life and he blinked, then eyed how she was.. y'know.. sitting in the air. "Are you actually sitting on something or just hovering?"
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Look, he had opinions.
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"One of these days, I'll figure out good pairings around here," she decided. "This would be great with chili powder in it, though."
According to Vette, anything would, mind.
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He thought about one of the odder ones he'd seen and hmm'd, "Balsamic vinegar goes with strawberry ice cream. I don't think they have it here. Strawberry and chili? Really?"
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"It's been great in anything else I've put it in," she replied. "It's the closest to some of the cooking from home I've been able to get around here."
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He considered. "Turtle & Canary probably has it." A glance at the door, "Though.. maybe try tomorrow."
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"Probably," she said, "not a bad plan, yeah."
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Which, again, she kind of adored.
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...
At this point, so long as she could still drink her coffee, she didn't care.
"I need to get my hands on some of those."
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It was almost filling a spiced mynock shaped hole in her heart.
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Vette so just ate it raw.
"What's the pickled kind like?"
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"Pickled.. In our house, it was kind of simple? Peel and shred it, then mix with a tiny bit of salt, tiny bit of sugar, whole lot of rice vinegar and let it sit in the fridge a few days. It's good, it's got some bite to it."
"If, uh, you do raw fish? There's a sushi place on the boardwalk. Sushi always comes with a little pile of pickled ginger." He thought about that, "Usually also comes with a green paste of Wasabi - horseradish. You should try it."
A beat.
"Sidon might enjoy sushi."
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She sure as heck could fidget, though.
"Mostly, he catches his own fish," Vette noted, switching between coffee cups, and then dumping what was left of one into the other, mostly to consolidate, partly to fidget some more. "He's shared with me before. It's pretty good, doesn't get much more fresh than when he catches it."
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She was going to wind up eating it like a candy and he was trying very hard not to be wholly amused by the mental picture.
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She blinked. It wasn't a word she recognized, but it could just as easily be something pilfered directly from Ryl.
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