fandomtownies | The Streets of Fandom, Monday Afternoon

Vette was a girl on a mission today. Just as soon as she'd realized that a bunch of creepy non-droids were popping up around the island, sticking around just long enough to make people feel uneasy, and then disappearing again, she'd gone and grabbed her tools and a bag and set out in search of the things. It just so happened, she'd learned after a bit of experimentation, that she couldn't just take a whole machine without it disappearing along with the rest of the display, but cracking them open quickly enough and picking out mechanical parts here and there meant that, while the display vanished, the pieces would remain.

And it wasn't stealing if they didn't belong to anybody and they wouldn't exist again in a few minutes anyway, right? That was called scavenging, and it was practically a career path in its own right back home.

She grinned as she detached the lower jaw from a singing puppy dog and inspected it carefully before stuffing it into her bag.

Oh yes. She had plans for these things.

[OOC: Open streets are open!]

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Vette broke into a grin at that, yes.

"They have to be," she agreed. "I found some old speeder parts at the scrapyard, too. Old by my standards, I mean."

Which was apparently way back. That had been an interesting thing to learn.

"But that tech is probably too big for a miniprobe." She shrugged. "But there has to be something. I know the junkyard gets picked over a lot, but it'd stink if it was just be a processor here with no other parts anywhere to be seen."

"And if there isn't one, someone might be able to get it for you, too." Not Sabine, since she still couldn't get home, but there were people who got to leave!

"There might be," Vette agreed. "I've been thinking of handing Hera a shopping list. Or maybe Lana. I don't think Lana has any trouble getting home, either."

The question was whether she wanted to ask the Twi'lek from over three thousand years in her future, or the Sith from far, far closer to her present.

"That's good to know." Sabine hasn't asked about giving a shopping list because she wasn't sure where Hera fell on being concerned about Sabine blowing herself up thing these days, but she hasn't considered anyone else there. "At least there are options if we can't find something here."

"Right," Vette agreed with a little nod. "The dean might be an option, too. Maybe. I'm not sure if he has access to our galaxy anymore or not, come to think of it."

She tilted her head a little.

"Who else is there from home? The guy who drives the bus, I guess." She knew Kanan's name. That didn't mean she was going to claim to be familiar with the guy at all. "I don't think he'd do me any favors."

Funny how that happened when you took a guy's ship for a joyride.

"Probably not," Sabine said slowly. "There's Doctor Aphra, But I don't know if that's worth asking."

It might be an adventure.

Vette enjoyed adventure!

But really didn't know Aphra from Adam, so she shrugged a little at that.

"Well, it's a start," she decided. "Maybe I'll start with Hera. Owner of a scrapyard, she's the one most likely to know where to get stuff."

She might not be able to get everything on the list, but maybe a dent in it would be nice...

"And I doubt she'd have reason to say no. It's for a droid pet," Sabine said.

"Right, and she's got Chop!" Vette gave a silly little smile. "Chop's so great."

She'd called him advanced and more impressive than any other astromech she'd seen before. Chopper was pretty good to Vette.

Sabine smiled wryly. "I'm not sure how much he gets that from people."

She liked Chopper. She also recognized that he was an acquired taste, maybe.

"See, and that's exactly why he's so cranky," Vette decided. "No appreciation at all."

"I keep offering to paint him!" Sabine objected. That's appreciation."

"Maybe he really likes orange?"

Okay, Vette was a little at a loss there.

"Well, the one I'm fixing up will totally like getting painted. Probably."

If it had any amount of sentience to it at all, she would have no control over that. But it was nice to dream, right?

"I'll make sure it'll enjoy the look," Sabine promised.

"Then maybe Chopper'll see how great it looks and will get jealous," Vette laughed.

... Maybe not. Chopper was gonna chopper.

"...And now the sculptures I've been working on are going to be Chopper-themed," Sabine decided. "Thank you."

"Big shrines to Chopper? He'll be thrilled," Vette laughed. "I can't wait to see those when I come in for work."

"Sometimes you've gotta suck up," Sabine reasoned.

Someday she'd get to paint him! And he'd hate it!

"I wonder how he'll take my putting together a miniprobe droid," Vette mused.

Vette, honey.

Honey.

It would not be pretty.

"You might want to ease him into it," she suggested, not quite knowing the level of menace Chopper really was.

Yet.

This poor miniprobe wasn't going to survive a month.

"Maybe I ask for his input on the whole thing...?"

"You can definitely try!"

Look, she was still optimistic about these things.

"No harm in asking, right?"

Except for how Chopper would likely feel personally betrayed. And how nobody on the island could hold a grudge like that droid could.

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