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Caritas; Wednesday [03/20].

It was a rare occassion when Sidon was called up to perform princely duties back home, but, of course, he had every intention to attend to them with alacrity and assurance. After all, princely duties would forever outweigh scholastic ones, and he headed into town later that afternoon to catch his portal back home.

The island, however, seemed to have different plans for him, and it seemed to be doing one of its strange little quirks, where Sidon opened the door at the portalocity office, stepped in...and found himself at Caritas instead.

With a Tino who honed in on him immediately, tossing a dishtowel at him, and explaining almost hurriedly that the usual bartender hadn't shown up, but that's perfect, because this would help prove his point that he could take literally anyone else off the street, and they'd still do a better job at it than she would. Sidon blinked, and looked down (and down and down) at Tino with an odd intensity that seemed to make Tino suddenly blush and almost retract his demands but Sidon gave a magnanimous nod, and turned his attention to the bar.

"Very well," he said. "I suppose I can reschedule my portal for the morning; the matter is not entirely pressing, and far be it from me to turn down a man seeking help! But I may require a bit of...instruction. I have no doubt, however, that you will be able to provide me with a capable and informative crash course."

Sidon. If you kept looking down (and down and down) at Tino like that, he was probably willing to provide you with anything you asked for...'

So commanding. So stern. So...tall!

Caritas is open!

[[ shark prince behind the bar with an icon account full of rando NPCs??? What could possibly go wrong?? =D ]]

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Hey Sidon! Guess whose girlfriend was bored today and was soooo pulling out her portable holocomm to make a call. Guess!

.... Ring ring?

Look, it would either work or they'd both end up in a gunfight anyway, it was probably best to not think too hard about the logistics.

Sidon was so entrenched in the details of how to make a mojito just then that, when his phone seemed to chirp to life (in that probably-best-not-explained place where he apparently kept it on his person), he was a little startled by it, fumbling a bit with it and promptly managing to drop it on the floor.

The resulting facepalm wasn't so much for the dropping of the phone itself, but more for the rather troubling clattering sound it made on the bar's floor.

But once he got over the embarrassment and concern for having dropped such a rather nice piece of equipment that clearly deserved better treatment, he managed to swoop it back up, noticed that it hadn't incurred much damage after all, and swiftly answered it before it was too late

"Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, Sidon was... actually not going to be talking to Vette as he knew her. Apparently the person answering, blinking confusedly at a comm, was going to be replying with a much tinier, more timid voice.

In Ryl.

"... Hello?"

Ce'na had never actually used a holocomm before. It was all very big and kind of intimidating, actually.

Since Sidon's phone didn't exactly have holographic capabilities, he didn't immediately realize the specifics of who was on the other line, but he immediately recognized the language from his studies of it and the recording that Miss Syndulla had provided him to get a feel for it in use. He brought out into a big, excited grin, eager to try his hand...er, well, his tongue, he supposed...at using a bit more Ryl in his life. He knew he was still pretty terrible at it, but he was so pleased with the opportunity and the fact that he even could that he couldn't wipe his grin off his face as he responded.

In Ryl.

Very badly.

But enthusiastically.

"Hello! What incredible surprise! Beautiful day, hope having? I know mine has gotten excrutiatingly better now!"

HE WAS TRYING, OKAY? AND HE THOUGHT HE DID GREAT.

HE WAS TRYING SO HARD! Which Vette would appreciate more when she was less injured and her room was less on fire.

"... Hi, Sidon." She winced. "I, uh, I don't suppose you've noticed anything weird going on?"

Her everything hurt, was the thing.

Any eager, jocular pride in Sidon's fumbling attempts at Ryl drained from him the moment he recognized the distress and pain in her voice, gasping as he tensed, ready to move, despite the emotional whiplash from not being able to realize she may be in trouble from the initial moment.

You know.

From the one word. Nervously said. In a language he didn't really know.

"Vette! What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where are you?"

This would be...quite the conundrum, him expected to be in Hyrule tomorrow, but Vette in trouble now.

And just like that, nope, she was totally well and fine again.

"Well, I was! But that moment's passed now, and-- look, my bed is scorched! I hate this stupid island!"

The emotional whiplash was real over here, but the relief washing over him at that news was enough to make him grin brightly, pumping his fist with an enthusiasm that almost sent his phone flying again.

"Well, that's excellent news, then!" he said, laughing a little, mostly at himself for having been so worried, because of course the was fine, she could handle anything. "Fantastic! But...I really must ask," and he laughed again, feeling like maybe he should be a little more concerned about this detail, but, really, as long as Vette was safe, that's all that really mattered, the relief was clearly just making him a little giddy, "is why is your bed scorched?"

"Because," Vette said, a sudden note of amusement creeping into her voice. "It was on fire, silly."

Honestly, Sidon.

And there would seem to be a very distinct change in Sidon's voice all of a sudden.

"It seems inadvisable to set one's bed on fire," said the Gerudo guard, "and not at all silly. You'd think the desert would be hot enough already!"

"Oh," Vette practically cooed, smirking over her shoulder as she made her way to her dorm room door, "you don't say?"

A brief, amused pause.

"The desert's not the only hot stuff around here."

Oh space.

Well, that was certainly enough to catch Sidon's attention away from the fact that he had been distinctly not Zora for a moment there, lifting his chin in intrigue.

"Is that so?" he asked. "I would think there would be enough hot stuff there, if your bed is any indication. Perhaps it would be wise to bring some of that hot stuff elsewhere..."

"Well, where would you suggest I take it?" Vette had to wonder, crossing her arms over her chest. Somehow the holocall continued. "I'm open to ideas."

"Hm?" Sidon's head tilted thoughtfully, with a little bit of uncertainty. He'd have figured that would be a little more obvious, and, though he felt he was usually quite good at flirting with Vette, her tone didn't seem to hold as much of the playful tone it had before. "Well, here, of course!"

Which he felt was quite obvious, but then he remembered that here wasn't exactly somewhere he usually was. "Caritas. Oh, I haven't had the chance to tell you yet, have I? I was on my way to the portalocity office for my trip back home, when the strangest thing occurred, and I walked right into Caritas instead. The normal bartender has gone absent, it seemed, and so, of course, it would be terribly remiss of me to not offer my assistance in the meantime."

"That so?" Vette was all full of 'come at me' bravado as she switched directions from 'headed to Sidon's room' to 'headed down the stairs to head into town.' "So you'd like me to meet with you in a cantina, huh? I'd say that sounded almost scandalous if I didn't know you."

Sidon would have loved to have made a very smooth and convincing argument on how it was hardly scandalous, perish the thoughts, but...he was a little too busy being an ancient piece of Shiekah technology possessed by the Calamity at the moment, honing in on Tino's movement.

There was about three seconds until Tino decided what he was going to do about being possibly laser-blasted by a Guardian...or until Sidon changed back or the bar's defense spell kicked in.

It was really anyone's guess at this point.

"Sidon?"

That silence on the other end was apparently hitting Vette much harder than she'd expected it could, because all the breath rushed out of her in a moment and she hung her head a little, footsteps coming to a stop.

"Are you there...?"

Well, Tino was safe, Sidon was not in the duck pond (not that he would have minded), but he was suddenly a whole lot smaller than either of his forms had been, looking up at the bar which was so tall and so far up there where he'd left his phone, which he was desperately trying to get to.

Enough that Tino felt bad for the little guy and went to hand it to him, mostly glad to have not been lasered, as well, and Sidon gave a little thankful "Hah!" and, into the phone, he gave his attempts to say that, yes, he was here! Which meant all Vette was getting was a few persistant, tiny sounding, "Ehhh! Ehh!"s.

Vette was so happy, so giddy even, that Sidon was not only there, but there and adorable, that she did a little happy dance.

"Ha! I'm not the only one randomly turning into a little kid today!"

"A little kid?" Sidon gasped in shock and surprise at this news. Despite it just happening. "Is that what's been happening? Whatever is going on?"

He couldn't help finding this all just so...terribly distressing all of a sudden.

"I wish I knew," Vette replied, her tone somber. "It seems pretty dangerous, though."

She sighed, feeling... more than a little morose as she turned down another street toward Caritas.

"Ever get the feeling this place is out to get you?"

Being wee-tiny again, Sidon just sort of narrowed his eyes, looking up (and up and up!) at the bar, with a small thoughtful hum. He looked over at the wall, with another hum, slightly different. And then his scrutenizing gaze when to Tino, with an almost sort of certain growl and then an agreeing murmur that she might actually be onto something there.

"Well," and now Vette had her blasters in hand, in spite of the fact that she was pretty sure they'd been left in the weapons locker, "if it does anything to hurt you, I'll be ready for it."

... Sidon was hers and she was kind of protective of him, even though he could more than handle himself... most of the time.

When he was bitty tiny? Oh yeah. There would be hell to pay.

Sidon had to grin a little bit at that, though he was suddenly a little preoccupied at the moment, because the bar, it seemed, had filled with water. Which was no trouble for him, of course, but Tino apparently couldn't swim very well, and so now tonight's guest bartender helping the usual bartender deliver a drink by giving him a ride through the sudden wetness.

"...today is a very strange day, Vette," he noted, looking over his shoulder to speak into the phone, which Tino was helpfully holding out for him so he could continue the conversation while swimming.

"Yeah, I kind of noticed. I'm almost there, at least? Provided nothing else stops me or gets me turned around or lights anything on fire."

Seivarden was bored enough to walk into Caritas, prepared to order a bottle of beer instead of draught, and snark at Sweet Dee. Almost at the same time she noticed the fish kid was behind the bar and that she was suddenly wearing an open shirt.

"Fuck."

His first customer! And Sidon's excitement was shown in every single point of every single tooth in that big, sharp, eager grin of his.

One that was probably much more intense than even his usual grin, and far too intense for what the situation called for.

"Welcome to Caritas!" he announced, the grin somehow sharpening a little bit more. "May I fetch you a beverage?"

Those teeth were... well, Seivarden tried not to look at them and focused on the fact that she had her coat back. She gave the fish person a slightly condescending look and said:

"I'll have a whiskey. No, two."

The island was clearly being up to something so she needed something stronger.

"Two whiskeys?" Sidon remarked with a laugh, pumping his fist slightly in excitement for the fact that his first customer had clearly come in with a mission that was going to be met! "Why, then, you must be positively parched! Two whiskeys, coming up with the utmost alacrity!"

Except for...one small hitch. Sidon had gotten far enough along to know what whiskey actually was, but, beyond that...He laughed again as he found one of the whiskey bottles and smiled as he asked, jovially, "Begging your pardon, but it's my first day. Is that two bottles or glasses or....?"

He trailed off to let the customer fill in the blank if it was something else, clearly incredibly eager to discover the answer.

While Tino, who could have stepped in to help, decidedly didn't and tried not to snicker too much.

Seivarden smiled. "Glasses." She gestured at a bottle. "That one. I ordered a bottle the first time, but it gets fucking expensive and no one else does."

She suddenly felt in a much better mood and why not help a bartender who at least tried.

Well. Enjoy your pint glasses filled with whiskey, then, Seivarden, because Sidon still had no idea what he was doing and he couldn't imagine anyone would actually bother with the small glasses, so the bigger ones must be the correct ones.

He set them down proudly and then opened his arms conversationally. "How was your day?" he asked. "Spectacular, I hope. You must tell me all about it!"

And that was just Sidon being Sidon, not even part of his trying to do this bartender thing properly, really.

Seivarden wasn't going to complain about two pint glasses of whiskey.

"It was fucking boring," she said, surprisingly cheerful as she reached for one of the glasses. "Well, add annoying. The cat threw up furballs on the couch."

[I didn't remember I had this icon!]

One second, Seivarden had himself an attentive Zora bartender, eager to hear more about these hairballs, and the next...

The lizalfos standing there instead did not seem nearly as interested. Its rotating eyes rolled a little in their sockets before settling on Seivarden, then let out a surprised, disapproving hissing sound, jumping slightly back. Preparing its weapon. Weaving slightly to wait and see if the person would try to strike first, so that it might potentially strike it before she had the chance!

"What the..."

Seivarden reached for both her glasses and took a step back. Not that she liked wasting good whiskey (or bad for the matter) but she'd definitely throw a glass at that thing.

"I hate this place."

Aaaand Sidon was back! Laughing as he pumped a fist across his chest and grinned at Seivarden. "Now that was an experience!" he declared brightly. "I have effortlessly vanquished many a lizalfo, but rarely have I had the chance to be one! I'd have liked to have experienced it a bit longer, but I'm afraid my lizalfos brain did not have very good intentions. So sorry about that, my friend!"

Seivarden looked a lot less pleased. "You...that...was going to attack me!"

She put her whiskey glasses back on the bar. "I hate this place," she repeated.

And now it would seem that Sidon had completely disappeared.

Unless Seivarden looked slightly down, following the crackling old voice coming from the small green Zora that was barely tall enough to clear the bar from his stooping.

"Well, yes," the small green Zora said with a rather lofty tone, leaning back enough to get a good look at Seivarden and sneering over what he saw. Nasty Hylians. This one didn't even have the proper ears! "What else to you expect from lizalfos? Uncivilized savages, the lot of them! Good riddance!"

Seivarden looked down at whoever this was.

"Yeah, and good riddance to you too soon, I'm guessing."

And back again! Hopefully, Seivarden didn't pull a neck muscle following the very dramatic shifts in Sidon's height. And he was grinning again, pumping his first.

"Good riddance, indeed!" he agreed cheerfully. "I believe I've yet to meet anyone who's met Muzu and had a pleasant experience out of it. Just feel glad that your own introduction was so blessedly short!"

...and terribly confusing, but Sidon clearly didn't seem to mind so much at the moment.

Seivarden smiled and raised her glass - one of them - "Good to have you back!" Then she drank more from that glass at once than was probably a good idea.

"It's good to be back!" Sidon added, preening slightly as he lifted his chin proudly. "And good to stay back this time, as well!"

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