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fandomtownies2019-06-27 07:26 am
chirpchirpchirp) wrote in fandomtownies2019-06-27 07:26 am
Syndulla Scrap, Thursday
Vette was still kind of low-key regretting not actually committing to her brilliant 'taking off forever and never looking back' plan from Monday, but at least she felt more like a functional Twi'lek person today while doing it.
Look, she was even coming to work! Like people do! People who hadn't just dropped everything and flitted away to Nar Shaddaa! And she was sorting through scrap for maybe... ten minutes of that time.
Before getting twitchy and making a holocall.
Being able to get through to her own reality again meant that she could do that. She couldn't let herself forget. She'd go up a post and try to run off again, and she had just as many reasons to stay here now as she did to leave.
"--And then I said, 'well, bugs are protein and that spit comes from your own mouth anyway, right?' I thought he was going to squint so hard he'd pop!"
The flickering image of Taunt gave a warm smile. Flash and Plasmajack could be heard laughing just off to the side of her holo.
"Well, so long as you're only making people pop who deserve it," she informed Vette. "Wouldn't want to get a reputation around there for anything less than your best work."
"Definitely not," Vette agreed, giving a playful grin in reply. "But look, I'm technically at work right now? For this pilot from home." She didn't need to specify that 'home' in this case meant 'Ryloth.' Taunt's nod of understanding and answering smile said she understood. "So I should probably do something around here before her astromech gets his ambulatory struts in a twist. Talk to you again soon, though?"
There was a 'please' in her voice that might have sounded just the faintest bit desperate.
"Of course, love," Taunt replied. "We miss you. Don't be a stranger."
"Call more, girl," Plasmajack shouted, muffled a little from distance.
"Visit more," Flash added. "We haven't had you along for a job in a while, and we have a few good ones lined up."
"I will," Vette laughed. "I will! Don't think I won't! But just remember, you guys asked for it!"
After she hung up, she settled back against the rusted-out husk of what used to be a speeder bike or something like it, gave a little smile, and reached out to pat Rusty on the... metallic head-like part.
There. Okay. She'd needed that. Needed to know that she still had a place somewhere, even if she felt far too out of sorts here.
Back to work.
[OOC: Open!]
Look, she was even coming to work! Like people do! People who hadn't just dropped everything and flitted away to Nar Shaddaa! And she was sorting through scrap for maybe... ten minutes of that time.
Before getting twitchy and making a holocall.
Being able to get through to her own reality again meant that she could do that. She couldn't let herself forget. She'd go up a post and try to run off again, and she had just as many reasons to stay here now as she did to leave.
"--And then I said, 'well, bugs are protein and that spit comes from your own mouth anyway, right?' I thought he was going to squint so hard he'd pop!"
The flickering image of Taunt gave a warm smile. Flash and Plasmajack could be heard laughing just off to the side of her holo.
"Well, so long as you're only making people pop who deserve it," she informed Vette. "Wouldn't want to get a reputation around there for anything less than your best work."
"Definitely not," Vette agreed, giving a playful grin in reply. "But look, I'm technically at work right now? For this pilot from home." She didn't need to specify that 'home' in this case meant 'Ryloth.' Taunt's nod of understanding and answering smile said she understood. "So I should probably do something around here before her astromech gets his ambulatory struts in a twist. Talk to you again soon, though?"
There was a 'please' in her voice that might have sounded just the faintest bit desperate.
"Of course, love," Taunt replied. "We miss you. Don't be a stranger."
"Call more, girl," Plasmajack shouted, muffled a little from distance.
"Visit more," Flash added. "We haven't had you along for a job in a while, and we have a few good ones lined up."
"I will," Vette laughed. "I will! Don't think I won't! But just remember, you guys asked for it!"
After she hung up, she settled back against the rusted-out husk of what used to be a speeder bike or something like it, gave a little smile, and reached out to pat Rusty on the... metallic head-like part.
There. Okay. She'd needed that. Needed to know that she still had a place somewhere, even if she felt far too out of sorts here.
Back to work.
[OOC: Open!]