Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[dubstepthanos]

It wasn't Cable's usual day, but he wasn't the kind of man who got thrown off by things like normal and usual.

He did spend a lot of time in the back today, rummaging around the store room, tacking up maps and playing around with radios. But since that was in the back, firmly behind a locked door, no one would see it.

They would, however, see the jaunty We're Open! and Now Hiring signs hanging outside. And the door was open.

He would hear you.

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[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette still had a lot on her mind. And normally, she'd blow off some steam just taking shots at targets, but since she burned out all of her power packs after last weekend, she was fresh out of blaster bolts, now.

She did pause thoughtfully by the door before heading in, though, tilting her head at the 'Now Hiring' sign.

...

"Well, only one way to know."

Yes, she absolutely did step inside and start looking around.

[dubstepthanos]

A few moments later, the door at the back opened. Cable brushed some motor oil off of his hand with a rag - don't ask - and looked up. "How can I help you?" he said casually.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I'm looking for-" Vette paused a moment, considering what she was going to ask briefly. "Two things. First, do you carry power packs for blasters?" She pulled one of the two she was wearing from her hip and set it down on the counter. "I'm out, burned through the last of mine in the range this week."

And so help her, she wasn't going to be unarmed if she could help it. Not here. Especially not now.

[dubstepthanos]

"I do," Cable said.

He settled in his seat with lazy ease. "How many do you want?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette hummed a little as she thought that over, trying not to seem as utterly thrilled about the prospect of having access to something familiar here, for a change.

"Two blasters, I can run through a pack each in the range easily..." she mused. "You keep them in regular stock? I don't want to be left in the lurch if I don't stock up now, you know?"

Especially now that apparently she'd alienated herself further from the entire population of the island, and all.

[dubstepthanos]

"Yeah, I get stock from all over the multiverse," Cable said, picking up a clipboard, eyeing it, then dropping it back onto the counter. "Refills are in the cabinet in the corner, grab as many as you want."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was not going to squee at the large man, Vette was not going to squee at the large man, Vette was not--

"Thanks," she said, managing by some miracle to not squee at the large man. A moment later, as she glanced toward the cabinet, she added, "So... you have a sign in the window? It says you're hiring?"

Working in the place where the blaster refills lived didn't seem like a bad life choice. Uh. Provided she could get hired, anyway.

[dubstepthanos]

"Any day but Wednesday and Thursday," Cable confirmed, glancing at the clipboard again like it held any answers. (It didn't.) "Why, interested?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Very," Vette replied immediately. And then, after a short pause, she added, "I mean, I know my way around a gun and can figure out my way around most other mechanical bits. Is there anything else I'd need?"

After another short pause, she piped up again with, "I'm a quick learner."

[dubstepthanos]

"Can you look someone in the eye and say, 'You don't look like you should have a firearm'?" Cable asked.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette tilted her head a little.

"Sure, easy," she replied. "Just to be clear, though, what are your specificaions for who does and doesn't?"

She kind of came from the 'everyone has blasters back home' camp. Nar Shaddaa was either a terrible place for learning to make that kind of judgement, or possibly the best one.

[dubstepthanos]

"Anyone that makes your gut scream, 'You probably shouldn't be enabled into killing anyone'," Cable said.

He was... real easy about that.

He also figured he'd see what her definition of that was sooner or later.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Huh." Vette nodded. "Sure, that's easy."

Did they remind her even vaguely of some of the lowlifes that she'd answered to in her early years, before Nok had come along? No gun for you.

She made her way over to the cabinet and pulled out six power packs - three for each gun. Two for the range, one for emergencies. And then she made her way back to the counter.

"So, I'll take these," she said, "and a job, if you'll have me." A pause, and then, almost rebelliously, she added, "Fridays."

[dubstepthanos]

"Fridays," Cable agreed, and gave her a completely arbitrary number for the power packs that was in all likelihood vastly lower than what they actually retailed for.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Well, that... was easy.

Like, all of it. Was easy. Vette blinked, but was totally willing to roll with it, nodding with satisfaction as she counted out the money and then adding, "So, is there anything else I need to know about this place?"

Now that she had aquired not one, but two jobs in as many days, maybe knowing what the job entailed would be good.

[dubstepthanos]

"There's a meditation room in the back, first door to the right," Cable said, jamming his thumb back. "Just let people in there and make sure nobody tries to get their rocks off."

He thought about telling her not to go in the back room, but teenagers. That might actually give her ideas.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Yeah, I can do that too," Vette decided. "I'm not cleaning up after anybody if they try that if I don't have to."

A pause.

"Has anybody tried that?"

You'd think there would be something about the clerk being surrounded by guns that would make them a little leery. No accounting for thrill-seekers, she supposed.

[dubstepthanos]

"It's an island full of teenagers," Cable said, shrugging. "You never know, and I don't want to deal with it."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette paused for a moment.

"Ew." So, that about summed that up. She gathered up her power packs, and then broke into a bit of a smile. "Well, that won't be an issue on my watch. Pretty sure most of my classmates know I'd kick their butts if they tried."

Or at least give them a piece of her mind, anyway.