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Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

This week? Was a quiet week, and Vette could absolutely live with that. Heck, she was kind of enjoying it, considering the fact that this year she'd been turned into a monster bent on eating people.

Twice.

And in a couple of days there would be new kids, and she would get to start her dance of patiently explaining that she wasn't human and this wasn't a costume and this place apparently really wanted them all dead, now with all the experience of an Earth calendar year under her belt. A full year! That... was weird. Weirder still was that she was no longer chomping at the bit to go home forever, which you'd think the double-dose of 'tried to eat people' experience really would have cemented for her?

So, that was what she was mulling over while sorting through scrap today, to see which of her inventory had been moved to another part of the scrapyard by Wayne and which still needed to be counted. Possibly chased down because it had also been moved to another part of the scrapyard. And she didn't even mind. Finding it and figuring out if she'd made a note of it was actually a kind of fun game. Especially if she could get Rusty the Bitey Bit to sniff out the parts she did already know about!

She liked Rusty. He just got her.

[OOC: Open!]

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And, sometime in the vicinity of late morning, along came a Zora, his significant arms burdened with flowers, the all-too-familiar bag for take-out from Sushi Station, and something boxlike that he thought was being very cleverly concealed with a red cloth. This was supposed to be a lunchtime surprise, but Sidon was feeling terribly impatient and decided that he just could not wait any longer! He had, after all, already waited far too long as it was for the arrival of the thing that lurked in that oh-so-cleverly hidden box, and his relationship with patience had always been tumultuous, as best.

So Sidon made his way to the scrapyard, looking around for for that wonderful splash of blue, grinning eagerly once he'd spotted her. "Hello, my love!" he called out to Vette, and would have waved if not for his currently burdened arms. "I do hope you're not so busy as to not be capable of taking a break, for we must celebrate!"

"I'm never that busy," Vette called, peeking up from behind a rusted-out snowmobile. "We have cause to celebrate?"

Well, then she was totally making her way over, Rusty bopping along behind her, and she would have reached to take something from him so that he could have his arms back, but she was busy grinning at those flowers.

"Oh, those are amazing."

"You are amazing!" Sidon corrected, his grin at his brightest and most shameless as he shifted everything so that he could not only hand the flowers over to Vette, but so he could also do so while swooping in to deliver them with a kiss.

"And," he continued, "you are the cause for such celebration! I rather hoped to be able to do this sooner, more expeditiously and after-the-fact, but I'm afraid a certain element--" Sidon may not have winked there, but he may as well have, as an implied wink was laced heavily into the emphasis "--took a bit longer than I had originally anticipated. But no matter! It is here now, as are we, and so we celebrate!

"I don't know if anyone's told you yet--" Of course they hadn't, Sidon, this was all in your own wonderful, ridiculous head "--but you, my freykaa, are a hero!"

Edited 2019-08-29 11:22 (UTC)

A kiss and flowers? Vette was the most lucky girl on the island today, and her bright smile as a result was only slightly eclipsed by puzzlement a few moments later.

"A hero?" And a blink. "That's news to me! What did I do?"

A kiss and flowers and the spiciest sushi Sidon could obtain and a mysterious but clearly oh-so-cleverly concealed other thing and the most ostentatiously devoted boyfriend to exist ever, who would insist that luck had absolutely nothing to do with it, it was all simply her sheer incredibleness.

And Sidon's own grin and eagerness seemed to be pushing the very limits of brightness at that moment.

"Why," he declared, with every bit of dramatic flair as one might expect from the Zora Prince in the midsts of truly having a moment, "you only saved the entire island, Vette! And you managed to do so without even being here! If that is not the sheer pinnacle of extraordinary, well, then, I don't know what is!"

And it was a good thing that grin and eagerness was so bright, because Vette was horribly lost besides that, and was kind of clinging to it as she squinted up at him.

"... I'm afraid you've managed to lose me on that one," she admitted. "What did I do?"

And Sidon had pretty much expected that response. After all, she hadn't even been here that week! But he beamed eagerly, because he'd been hoping for that response, because now he had the chance to tell her all about it, and it was such an incredible story!

Which he'd get to. In a moment. Right then, he was just too busy basking in a moment of complete adoration. It couldn't be helped.

"It was the week before last," he finally explained, his voice eager, eyes dancing, "the incredibly unfortunate one where we all turned into toys under the influence of that wretched Toymaker, and you were, I believe, off with Miss Hera doing incredible things. I am not sure if you've had the opportunity to hear much about that week, but it came to be that the fate of the island and the release of our terrible thrall was dependant on the collection of a wide variety of little dolls that would fit into each other and unlock...well, I'll admit, I am a bit fuzzy on the particular details, but through these dolls, we were able to break free from our particularly grim imprisonment of both mind and body! And these dolls were scattered all over the island, to be found by various people of keen eyes here and there.

"But there was one," he continued, with a dramatic lift of his finger, leaning in closer as if to wrap them both in an intimate bubble where nothing may exist outside the two of them and the incredible story, "that had been so far flung from the island itself that it had landed deep, deep within the depths of the ocean! Now," and here his grin took on a perfectly preening sharpness, "I'm sure you can venture a guess as to which keen eyed individual managed to find that one! And I imagine you may be thinking to yourself, 'But Sidon! Wouldn't that make you the hero of this particularly rousing tale?' I will admit, it may certainly seem that way, if it weren't but for one," and again, with the dramatic lift of his finger, "very crucial and important detail.

"For this particular piece of this elaborate puzzle," he said, with an air of building up to the incredible climax of the tale, "was buried so deeply beneath the waves that even I may have entirely missed it, were it not for the fact that I was hardly taking a mere leisurely swim beneath the waves! You see, I was on a quest! I was hunting for something that could qualify as the most marvelous treasure to surprise you with! A mere shining shell or pretty rock would simply not do, and so I was positively scouring the ocean floor in search of glorious unknown trinket and, while I did not find such a thing on that particular expedition, I did find something else instead, something far more important. I had found that last crucial piece!

"So you see," his grin went back to adoring as his tone fell into the conclusion, "if it weren't for you, I might have never discovered such a thing, and, I'm sure we can agree, if even I was not to find this artifact down there in the depths of the ocean, then I highly doubt anyone else would. It was serendipity! It was glorious destiny! Our love, and the sheer wonderful inspiration you kindle within me, has saved the entire island!"

~~Told you it was ridiculous.~~

But, lest she try to argue the point (though he did rather hope she would be so spellbound and amazed by his weaving of this glorious new chapter in their romantic epic that she could be nothing but absolutely charmed), Sidon forged ahead just a little bit further by presenting out the oh-so-cleverly-hidden something else to her with a sweep of his hand and a dramatic removal of the cloth covering it, to reveal a lovely wooden box in his hand.

"Now this," he said, referring to the box and the treasure she'd find inside, a large laquered shell on a delicate gold chain like a pendant, with two gems of significant size (one blue, one red, of course) nestled together at the shell's mouth, "is not a treasure I found on that particular day, alas. No mere trinket could ever live up to the treasure that was the island's salvation! But it is something procured since then to commemorate such an event, and I do hope you'll like it."

The shell even glowed green at night! And it was said to infuse sneaky properties! ...not, of course, that she should ever need those!

Vette listened, enraptured with the entirety of the tale, and was just about to point out that it was probably more because Sidon was a big squishy goof than anything she'd done when he'd gone and presented her with...

"... Wow," she breathed. "I love it!"

Well. With that!

"And you," she added with a grin. "It and you. You especially. You know you spoil me, right?"

Sidon was only capable of beaming right back at her for a moment before he chuckled, loftily lifting his chin with an air of importance. "I haven't the faintest idea what in the world you could possibly be referring to, Vette," he insisted lightly. "I do no such thing!"

But he did spare a sly little glance toward the bag of take-out they hadn't even gotten to yet.

"Well," he amended with a chuckle, "perhaps a bit."

And he wouldn't have it any other way!

"A bit is still a lot!"

She was a girl who had gotten nothing handed to her in her life with the exception of her eventual freedom, after all.

"I mean, I'm not complaining. This is all very sweet and I'll take any excuse to spend more time with you, too. But I do know 'spoiled' when I see it, buster."

See, now, Vette, saying things like that only encouraged Sidon to want to really show you what spoiled could mean!

"And do you suspect," he ventured, without even the slightest hint of apology in his voice; in fact, it seemed to be rather infused with quite the opposite, "that these blatant accussations will do anything to inspire me to cease such actions, anyway?"

Vette laughed a little and shook her head, leaning up on her toes again and gesturing for him to come down here for another kiss, darn it.

"I don't think anything could inspire you to stop," she noted, "and I don't think I'd change anything about that, either."

Even if she still didn't always understand it.

And Vette would definitely be getting that kiss. And another. And another.

Might as well make the most of it while he was down there, right?

"How splendidly equitable!" Sidon remarked with a chuckle. "Marvelous. It's no wonder we get on so well, Vette. And how has your day been? I would ask if you're hungry, but I am quite confident that I already know the answer to that question!"

"You mean, 'always?'" Vette gave Sidon an impish little smile before breaking into a soft laugh. "My day's been good. I've been keeping busy, you know? Not much point working here if I'm not. And Rusty's been helping, too. He's good for that. Aren't you, buddy?"

Rusty just chomped his chompy biteys in reply.

"Did you know, you owe me a date sometime? You weren't even around for me to inform you of that fact when I decided it was going to happen!"

"Do I?" asked Sidon, sounding more intrigued than anything as he narrowed his eyes slightly, hand to his chin, as he tried to recall such a date debt. "Oh! Is this regarding my curiously lost week? Did you know I actually showed up to my class Monday morning? It was quite the experience, having Fosse and a handful of squirrels explain to me that it was actually one week later than what I thought it was! And it truly must have been just me, as Lana mentioned that that week did indeed occur, and that, during it, no one could find me!"

But his marveling expression at such a strange state of affairs shifted quickly into a beaming, delighted sort of grin.

"You were going to take me out on a date, Vette? Spectacular! Where were we going to go?"

"Manaan!" And that came out as both a soft crow of triumph that she'd come up with such a great idea, and a lament at a date opportunity lost. "I managed to get a deal on tickets to Manaan and I was going to surprise you with them, Even if it was just for a day or two. It would've been a day or two of you and me and an open ocean on a world full of aquatic people, in their only above-water city, but so, so many opportunities for swimming or maybe even discovering new sea life or treasure!"

IT WAS GOING TO BE AWESOME, SIDON.

"Manaan!" Sidon repeated the name himself with an excited sort of wistfulness, as the place sounded absolutely wonderful and he should want to remember it, even if he was feeling a bit stricken by this unusual case of fate forsaking him. "Why, Vette! It sounds splendid. Perfect!"

An aquatic world! With potential treasure! Hust the two of them! And Vette wanting to take him even with her significantly shaky confidence in her own swimming!

"We simply must go!" he decided. "Have you had a chance to speak with the Portalocity office about a reschedule? If you like, I can even pretend you haven't said a word and act sufficiently surprised about the whole thing, as well!"

"Do you think they would reschedule? I have no idea how these things work," Vette admitted, cheeks going faintly purplish. "I was going to just save up again, but if they can just set us up with another portal another time, that would be even better."

Cheaper, anyway!

"I don't see why they wouldn't," said Sidon. "At the very least, I should imagine you'd be at least owe a refund or compensation for the whole thing, unless you forged forward and went on the trip without me!"

He'd said it in a teasing tone, but he'd have to admit, he would be a little saddened if that was the case.

"I shall have a word with them," he decided, nodding firmly. They did rather like them, after all, and he had talked them into finally figuring out Vette's portal problem in the first place. "I'll swing by after we're finished with our lunch, and see what I can work out."

"I couldn't possibly go without you," Vette said, pretending, if only for a moment, to be scandalized by the idea. "What would I even do?"

Sit in her hotel room and be sad that her boyfriend didn't exist?

"But if you can get them to re-book, that's perfect! You'll love Manaan!"

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