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Sticky stuff falling from the sky was officially the worst. Sure, the weather was back to normal now, but did anybody here really appreciate just how difficult it was to get dried jello out from under a pair of lekku? Did they really? Vette pretty much needed to soak that out, which meant she was up half the night showering. Sure, going for a swim would have done the job much faster, and Vette had been tempted to make use of the pool in the dorms for just that reason, but decided against gumming up the works with jello.

So she was maybe a little bit grumpy as she came in for her shift at the Wellspring Arms, grumbling to herself while she made certain the weapons were clean and calibrated in the shop before she set to picking the dried jello out of her blasters, too.

Ugh, they were going to be write-offs, weren't they?

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

So... Vette was not a happy Twi'lek.

Very much not a happy Twi'lek. She'd woken up early that morning to make sure Foomy and Miss Dozy had enough food to get them through the day and so on, had taken one look outside, had made the most ungodly mynock-screeching sound, and then had bolted to the scrapyard in order to get all the important stuff under tarps.

So, the snowmobile, mostly. People who wanted their ships to be safe from falling jello really needed to get their butts out of bed and take care of that themselves. Vette was just one girl, after all. One girl, coated in wiggly slime, feeling altogether horrible and spending the rest of the day hiding under an eaves, trying to get some of the ick off of the bitey bits so that they wouldn't go to rust.

Yes, even Rusty, no matter how much it struggled to make a break for it.

At least the snowmobile was okay.

[OOC: Open!]

gospel_of_oblivion

Had Illyana ditched class? Absolutely. Did she feel bad about it?

Not one bit. Yana did not like authoritarian figures.

"I want, um, that Skywalker Special thing please," she told the person behind the counter. "With extra sprinkles."

Hey, when in doubt, double-down flaunting the fact you were skipping class.

[OOC: For all the members of Ethics that came along for the ride, and open to everyone else, too!]

bigdamnprincipal

The glittering of the park continued as everything was set up for a nice brunch, so everyone could have one last chance to hang out with their relatives, have a few more awkward introductions, and make people eat some more strange Earth food.

Pancakes, at least, had to be pretty universal, right?

chirpchirpchirp

Well, it looked like none of the gang could come and visit Vette this weekend, after all. It seemed like they'd gotten a tip about a good mark, and they'd waffled about it for a while before Vette told them to just go for it, because how many times would they have a chance at rescuing another Twi'lek relic from offworld thieves who just happened to be passing off the goods on Nar Shaddaa?

The upside about living on the Smuggler's Moon, after all, was that it really did give easy access to the smugglers.

But that meant that Vette was one of the handful of locals with nobody to visit her this weekend, which meant that Vette was hard at work today, tuning up her blasters and seeing if she could up the firepower on them or something while she was at it. Maybe if she tweaked the charge from the power pack as it created the plasma...

Wellspring Arms was open, and Vette probably wasn't going to burn the place down.

chirpchirpchirp

It felt like it had been basically forever since Vette had been into the scrapyard on account of being a little bluebird of happiness or whatever, and so it probably wasn't any wonder that the moment she set foot in the joint, she made a beeline for Rusty, so that she could give her scruffy piece of scrap metal a hug and a length of rebar to gnaw on.

And from there, Twi'lek and bitey thing were making a journey to go check on the progress that Wayne had made on the snowmobile since the last time she'd poked at it.

A lot, apparently, and she gave a low whistle before hunkering right in to start poking at bits here and there, considering anything that had been made custom, and then wondering if there was anything that could be done in order to build off of those parts and make them more efficient. Maybe she could change out the fuel systems for something a little more efficient...

If anybody needed Vette, she was going to just be... you know... trying some things. Fancy things. Potentially explosive things.

Because what else was employment for, right?

[OOC: Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

When one's girlfriend was temporarily a bird and one happened to work in a place that sold a multitude of fun and interesting things to catch the fancy of such fine feathered friends, naturally one would bring said girlfriend with him to his place of work! And Sidon was going to make sure that Vette had the absolute best little outing to the shelter, pulling out all the stops and little swings and ladders and ledges and bells and whistles and habitats and what have you, to give Vette the full run of it all, although she did have to share with the other birds, but maybe she'd have fun spending time with and getting to know them as well.

Although she did take advantage of it a little bit (it was probably nice to have something a little different to hop around than her bedroom for a change), Sidon was pleased to see that she mostly seemed content to just stick close to him and spent a good portion of the time still on his shoulder or on the counter when he worked.

Granted, that might have been because that meant being nearer to the change of clothes he'd had Nina pick out just in case she turned back, but Sidon liked to think maybe it had a little to do with just spending more time with him, as well.

"I do rather think," he said, at one point, because he couldn't help himself, "that this absolutely puts me ahead for dates!

"Don't give me that face!" he laughed as that suggestion inspired almost exactly the sort of response he'd expected. "I was only just joking, of course, but I absolutely do think we must go out once you're back to yourself again. Just think of how behind on the quota we're getting now!"

Furnado is open!

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was humming a little as she settled in for her Wellspring shift today. No particular reason, really, she was just in a pretty good mood today after spending yesterday tinkering in the scrapyard. And now she had the itch for it again, so she went for a rummage, looking to see if she could find any particularly neat blaster-type weapons to take apart, study, and then put back together, just because she figured it was neat.

It gave her a few ideas for recalibrating her own twin blasters, and there were a few bits and bobs in some of them that were completely new to her, so this was going to be a good, interesting chunk of her day.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

It was another Thursday at the scrapyard, and so Vette was wandering around, continuing with her inventory, to see what had been salvaged and what might have been hauled over to another pile by Wayne earlier in the week.

Which was how she found that someone had been tinkering with the rusted-out snowmobile she'd been eyeing the week before. She gave a little grin and immediately set to it, looking to see what parts had been picked out, to see if maybe someone had started gathering replacement parts for the thing, and then taking inventory of what seemed to be missing from the scrapyard entirely.

And then, not one to order in a fresh new part for a few hundred dollars when she could just make one herself, Vette set in and started taking measurements for the new stator that this machine's janky engine clearly needed.

Today was going to involve tinkering and sanding and welding, and then it was going to involve ever so carefully covering the whole thing with a tarp in case they got rain over the weekend.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was hard at work at the Wellspring Arms today, doing inventory!

... Not of the guns, of course. The guns were fine. Vette was reasonably certain they hadn't sold one of those here in some time anyway. No, no, she had herself a gym bag full of... something... and she was picking through and checking the contents for quality.

And occasionally pulling out some glue and some glitter and doing a few touch-ups of her own.

Look, tomorrow was Newbie Day, and there were some proud traditions that needed to be upheld. And so today? Today was arts and crafts day at work, naturally.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

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!]

chirpchirpchirp

Okay, so... the sun had attacked Vette today on her way to work?

Which was WEIRD?

... But no less weird than straight-up firestorms on Ryloth, and Vette was apparently faster than the sun, so she didn't get burned to a crisp or anything?

She was seriously side-eyeing the whole entire island at this point, though.

And at work. She was also at work. Selling... meditation. She wasn't sure she trusted guns made of pixels ~~instead of polys~~.

[OOC: Yesterday definitely happened, hi, open.]

chirpchirpchirp

The island was like basically all the worst parts of Nar Shaddaa, the parts where the taxi drivers would park so far from the platform that if you wanted to get into the damn car, you had to basically risk falling to your doom, or the parts where you could see that thingie over there and you really wanted to get to it, but that would involve, like, hugging a wall and scooting across some pipes or something and did you really need it? Did you, now?

Only with mushrooms. Which was bonus weird. Almost as weird as showing up to find the junkyard on top of a giant mushroom, too. Almost. Though at least the bitey bits seemed to be having a great time. Sort of. They were bouncing in place, looking around with eyes that they hadn't had before, just taking in the whole world. Of mushrooms.

The trade-off was that they seemed to be chained to big heavy blocks around the scrapyard.

...

"Okay," Vette sighed, rummaging around for an axe or a welding torch or something to try to weaken the chains with. "The first thing I'm doing is getting you off that thing, Rusty."

She had no idea what step two was, considering all the scrap was just blocks today. But step one was at least a start, right?

[OOC: Take that, Thursday! Opensorta.]

chirpchirpchirp

Ce'na looked bored as she sat behind the counter at Wellspring Arms today. Sure, a job was a job, and her family always appreciated when she sent good credits back for them, but what she knew about guns was... not much, just bits and pieces picked up since she had started working here. At least the meditation stuff was easy enough? Turn on some nice music, sit in the quiet for a while. Her sister Tivva would have hated it, but it was definitely Ce'na's speed.

It made her miss Ryloth a little, though. Learning Basic just to get through her schooling hadn't been a great time, and this whole day/night cycle thing still kind of weirded her out.

Ah well. Back to work. Dusting.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette... didn't see herself doing much business today at Wellspring Arms. Maybe it was the heat outside - perfect Vette weather, but not much good for most other people - or maybe it was the fact that not a single thing had attempted to kill anyone around here since Sunday, but whatever the case was, she felt pretty secure in her ability to nap with one eye open behind the counter, today.

Mmm, nap.

[OOC: Vette is me today apparently. Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Was Vette wearing her Kitty-Dolphin shirt to work at the scrapyard today?

You bet she was wearing her Kitty-Dolphin shirt to work at the scrapyard today. It was so colorful! And it had a dolphin on it! Which reminded her a lot of Sidon, which tracked. She'd read somewhere that dolphins did a lot of smiling, and that was Sidon all over. And the multiple rows of jagged teeth, those were just kinda endearing. Rusty seemed to like them, anyway, the bitey bit bouncing back and forth in his pen and showing his off in response.

And now Vette wanted a dolphin. Just because. Maybe she'd work on her swimming skills after work, since it was actually almost comfortably hot around here lately. Little rainy today, but she wasn't about to let a little rain stop her from her dolphin quest!

... This was going to end in her getting eaten by a shark.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

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!]

howareyanow

Nice thing about something like a bush party, especially one in a spot where campfires had clearly been before, was that it didnt' take too much set-up to get it going. Technicaleh speakin', all you needed was a campfire, some beer, and some people.

Campfire? Check.

Cooperative weather (and island?)? That's a Texas-sized 10-4.

Beer? Oh, just about all the Puppers Wayne could get his hands on.

People?

Well, hopefully, that part would be taken care of in short order. But, as he said, Wayne'd also brought the food, so there was that, and a few extra folding lawn chairs if there weren't enough logs and whatnot for people to sit on. He was going to claim one of those chairs for himself, actually, opening it up with a single sharp move and setting it down, settling in with his beer.

And he'd be perfectly content with just that, too, though he supposed it'd be nice if putting Nina on invite duty worked and people actually showed up this time. It would help, at the very least, with all the fooood.

[[ ocd ~~incoming!~~ is up! Invite went out to all students, but it's a public place, so definitely crashable by anyone that's hanging out in the woods on a wednesday night~~ ]]

in_sidon_we_trust

Strange things indeed were lurking far below the waves in the water surrounding Fandom. Horrible things, terrible things, frightening things...and one of those things was formerly a Zora prince.

Increased in size significantly more than usual, with muscles bulging in ways that made little logical sense, having become ever more the shark in nature than Zora, and...something else...something else, but never somethihng quite right, almost, but never quite right, the only thing that seemed vast enough to contain him anymore was the water, and the depths, and that something calling to him, deep below the waves, deep, deep, deep below, even further than Sidon himself could go, though he tried, oh how he tried, but it was never enough, he was never worthy, but he would be, he would prove it, and he was starting out by contending against these other creatures laying claim to the sea that should be his, his, all his, all to him, in the name of whatever it was deep, deep below...calling...calling....

...always calling...

He was unworthy, he couldn't go deep enough, and there were all these others. He fought with them, and, although he was smaller, he was faster, more viscious, with terrible claws and teeth and no lack of mercy. They got him good, but he got them better, and with mighty strength, he tossed them from the sea, onto the land, leaping effortlessly out of the water, where he could have the best of them, tearing in and feasting, master of sea and land, but he'd have to go back, because it kept calling to him. He had to go deeper...deeper...

...always deeper, into the black abyss of the sea.

But for now, he was tearing into the horrific creature of tentacles and fins and human faces nearly twice his size, another battle won, ripping in with teeth and claws to satiate the hunger for just a moment's respite, and then back again, to claim his power over another.

...calling...always calling...

[[ i guess my boyos needs to go bump in the night this weekend. Open beach is open! ]]

bookbeltof_love

It was a beautiful day outside!

Nina's explorations hadn't yielded anything strange or bitey or dangerous that wasn't usually strange or bitey or dangerous around the island, when it wasn't messing around with their locations, and she'd sent out an email, on Friday, after all that meant now that it was definitely looking really great for the week?

ONSEN PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What was that? Island-wide texts were obnoxious?

Well, like, whatever, the water was great! The sky was back! There was no possible way a party like this could go wrong, right?

… Right?

Well, it wouldn't go wrong today, anyway!

[~~Please to be waiting for the~~ OCD is up, up, and away! And yes, yes that text hit up everyone.]

chirpchirpchirp

Hey, you know what was a great thing to be surrounded by for a dual-wielding Twi'lek pirate girl in an underground nightmare city full of murderous junkies?

Guns!

And so of course Vette came to work, where she was putting together packages of weapons and ammo, tools for proper maintenance, that sort of thing, so that anybody who knew how to use them could swing by, arm themselves, and be ready for the rest of the week. And maybe, you know, whatever else was in the pipeline, here. Between the vampires a while back, the wasteland, and this place, Vette didn't think for a second that this was going to be the last bit of murderous mayhem that they were going to be faced with, nope.

Oh, and there was a meditation room. But who was going to be able to meditate at a time like this?

chirpchirpchirp

Vette wasn't getting much work done today, nah. She was at work, sure, but some of the local nasties seemed to have decided, last night, that there would be some of that weird stim stuff they seemed to be so obsessed about, somewhere in the scrap. The bitey bits were a little more agitated than usual, particularly Rusty, who was... more rusty this week all over again. Vette gave him (it? the metal chompy friend) a little smile and a pat on the... head-like-area, and then readied her blasters and let Rusty out to go scouring the scrapyard, picking off mutated killers with very, very little in the way of remorse.

If anybody needed Vette, they could just follow the 'pew-pew-pew,' and the occasional threat of, "If I die, I'm going to haunt you!"

She probably would haunt them, too. Not that it seemed like any of the splicers cared much either way.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

You know, today was going pretty okay. Vette couldn't even be upset that Hurricane had kicked her butt in the very first round of Gladiators today, because really, melee combat wasn't exactly her whole... thingy. Which she proved when she came into work and immediately set to it, going over a new shipment of guns, making sure they were clean and calibrated, humming the entire while.

Vette was a double-blaster kind of girl. There was no denying that.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

See, Vette was supposed to be going through the scrap now that it was more or less back to normal and cataloging bits for future reference.

Supposed to be.

But the bitey bits were talking! Talking! And one in particular was a little more rusted than the others, and it came right up to Vette, babbling in broken Basic about what pieces of scrap it wanted to chew on the most, and really, if it was going to ask, she was hardly going to deny it.

"Okay, Rusty, so what's your faaavourite kind?"

"Copper! Copper!" There was a long pause, and then it added, "please."

"Awwww, someone's been teaching you manners! You can have extra copper just for that!"

Positive reinforcement! That was good, right?

[OOC: Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

Well, Prompto hadn't been wrong in thinking that Sidon would find the current state of the fish at the shelter (and the birds and several of the other animals) rather heartbreaking and sad, but he most certainly didn't blame himself because he knew his tank-cleaning skills were top-notch.

Besides, the whole place made him feel a little heartbroken and sad, and it wasn't even the sharp drop from having the island as basically his water-filled playground to barely even feeling like he could trust the water in his own tank. Everything felt so bleak and empty and sparse, and it reminded him of little pockets around Hyrule that had never quite recovered from the Calamity as much as some others had. It really made him wonder...was that what it was like? After the Champions failed to defeat Calamity Ganon and destruction ran rampant across the land? He had been so young back then--a mere twenty-five!--and sheltered closely in the protected arms of Zora's Domain, so he never witnessed it firsthand, only afterwards, when he was a little older, able to venture out on his own every now and again, after the rebuilding and recovery efforts had been in full swing.

And he tried not to think about whether or not Hyrule might look like this once again, should they fail to find a solution to finally destroy Calamity Ganon, once and for all.

They were rather heavy thoughts, the sort Sidon didn't usually like to carry around for too long, but even he found it was difficult to drop them where every turn around every corner made it vastly obvious and present. Still, there were animals to take care of, even if they looked like they'd been through an awful lot, and Sidon dedicated himself to doing the best he could to make their day a little brighter and happier, even under the circumstances.

Especially the fish. But he did have a bit of a bias that way.

Furnado is open!

chirpchirpchirp

Well, if ever there was a good week to be working in a shop that sold guns, Vette figured this was probably the one. Not that she minded what was going on out there.

... At all, really. Sure, it was a horrible irradiated wasteland, and she took some exception to that fact, but she'd been bored for ages, and this was a fun irradiated wasteland!

Vette also had a skewed concept of 'fun.'

Anyway, she was at work, slapping a few mods on one of the guns and plotting Wicked Birthday Schemes for her roommate, but she was totally interruptable if anybody needed weapons.

... Or to meditate, sure.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

You know, for as heavy as this week had been - facing the personal, chewing on the inside of her own head over the well-being of her friends and whatever fate might be awaiting her someday - Vette really couldn't complain about the state of the island otherwise.

Sure there were giant bugs that wanted to suck everybody dry or lay their weird little radioactive eggs in them or whatever. Sure there was a giant bomb in the park. Fine, she could handle a little bit of bonus radiation and what was a greenish sky when compared to Nar Shaddaa's nasty red-orange-brownish one?

She was settling in today for a shift at the scrapyard that involved poking around at a few bits of new, unfamiliar tech, with one of the bitey bits at her side keeping a lookout for any incoming fly-thingies. Whenever it spotted one she'd blow the bug to kingdom come with her blasters, grinning the entire while.

She'd named it Rusty. The bitey bit, not her blasters. Because it kind of was.

[OOC: Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

Well, getting to work today had been an adventure, and Prompto totally made some friends with the gondalier whose boat nearly flipped over when Prompto got maybe a little too excited pointing out some cool fish passing by. Man, Noctis would have loved this, he'd be trying to catch every single one of those bad boys, almost the point where Prompto thought about giving it a try, just to rub it in his face, but Prompto did not get the fishing things, like, at all, so Noct would just have to be satisfied with some pictures, because pictures were something Prompto understood very well.

And once he got into the shelter, hopping out of the boat and thanking the gondalier and paying his fare, he wondered if this was what it was like in Altissia, and maybe, just maybe, if he was feeling bold enough, he wondered if he could arrange to get a portal there one of these days instead of just straight home to Insomnia and...man, that would be amazeballs.

...was there something about Altissia in his memories over the weekend, though? He had to admit, some of the details were fading fast. What did that mean? Did that mean the course of history was already changing due to his self-awareness? Did that mean it was just the nature of these things not to remember? But what about...all that other stuff? With his barcode, with Niflheim, with...

Prompto shook his head, realizing that he was drifting off again and tried to focus on his work. That was most of why he bothered coming all the way here even with all the water, was to do something to keep his mind off of all of that that was actually more productive than just losing himself in video games all day. To be productive, and get stuff done, and not think about things because thinking about things just lead him in circles, but he really had so many questions...and not a single idea of who he could possibly go to for answers...

Maybe he'd just tell all the puppies. They definitely wouldn't have answers to his problems, but there was no denying that he'd at the very least feel better when he was done.

Furricane is open!

chirpchirpchirp

Did Vette have her weird little goblin cat with her at work today after her classes?

You bet she did! Miss Dozy was once again draped over her shoulder, enjoying her warmth and purring and kneading away while one of Vette's lek wrapped around herself like a scarf to ensure that the kitten didn't slip and fall or something.

If anyone asked, the cat was totally part of how she meditated. Very important, in fact. You can't possibly meditate without a naked cat. Fact.

... Unless they wanted weapons. And then Dozy was just a very important and well-studied sales associate, clearly.

[OOC: Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here!"

Prompto came skittering into the shelter that day a bit late, fully ready to launch into an excuse that placed the blame firmly on being chased down by some real gnarly looking dino-dudes, complete with heroic antics and near-escapes, because that made for a much better excuse than the real reason he'd been late, which was that he had completely forgotten that he and Sidon had switched shifts this semester, and didn't remember until he was about half-way finished with harvesting his crops on his adorable kitty farm game and constructing a super cute new outfit for his avatar.

But the vet didn't even ask; the vet didn't even seem to care, and while a part of Prompto knew he should be grateful for that, he mostly just felt bummed out because it was a really good story he'd made up.

Oh, well. Maybe he'd just tell the...er....puppies? They were still totally cute and all, but Prompto was definitely not going to be puppy piling today, no offense, bros. He'll happily just leave all the hairless pets to Vette.

Fern-ado is open!

chirpchirpchirp

Okay, so Vette's mornings were kind of eaten by classes, which meant that she came to work in the afternoon, fully intending to just stay open late, instead. It was a Friday, right? People got paid, wanted to buy some guns or do some evening meditation...

Made sense to her, anyway.

... Though she was awfully twitchy. She really, really wanted to go home to play with Miss Dozy. Like. Immediately.

Fridays were going to be tough on Vette, apparently.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Work, work, work, Vette's work was never done. Which... she kind of preferred that way, admittedly, especially this week. There were bits of scrap to be sorted today, some of them more, uh, scrappy than others, apparently. A rusty hinged thing that refused to budge no matter what she did with it was going to be a roadblock she didn't necessarily need to throw herself at, but was going to anyway.

Sure, the bolts in the hinges had rusted so hard they'd fused to the metal frame they were bolted into, and okay, the heads on those bolts had pretty much powderized once she'd tried to pry them loose, but that was all the more reason to see if she could have some luck with some metal cutters, and if that failed...

If you ever wanted to see a tiny slip of a Twi'lek taking a welding torch and a sledgehammer to a rusted-out husk of something that might very well have been farm equipment in another life, today was definitely your day.

[OOC: Open!]

hashtag_chocobro

Okay, soooo....the last few days pretty much sucked, and things were apparently fixed now, but it definitely didn't feel like it to Prompto, who still hadn't managed to find Vette and Sidon, who still felt bad about taking the forcefield down in the first place (you should really know better, buddy, would you have tried to pull that shit back home?), who was really just hoping his dumb mistake didn't wind up killing two of his best friends, especially since radio hadn't even mentioned them, like, at all, no matter how many times he listened to it, and it was all just terrible, terrible, and yet the newbie picnic was still happening tomorrow and he had to try and put on a happy face like he wasn't worried about anything and like all this was okay and it wasn't, it so wasn't, he didn't know what he was going to do...

...he didn't even show up to work today to work.

He just showed up because he needed to be buried in puppies.

Even if they were really bad at actually crushing him to oblivion like he always hoped they would, but he figured even they agreed that death by puppy was too good a death for the likes of him.

He didn't even have the heart to tell them that they should probably stop licking him all over his face because he only smelled like bananas as a very persistent after-effect of his and Norman's hastily crafted spell, he didn't even taste like bananas, but they seemed like they wanted to keep trying anyway, and who was he to say no?

Furnado is open!

rebelseekspizza

The dome had been up for a few hours, more or less. It had stayed there, unbroken, the whole time. Nothing had appeared, nothing had attacked, no one had gotten brainwashed.

Without warning, sometime near noon, it suddenly evaporated.

The group of tall, blue-eyed vampires rifling through the pockets of a prone man laying on the other half of the causeway... blinked owlishly, a few times. Then one screamed, and the others joined in.

They rushed the causeway.

[[ want to get bit and turn into a vampire? Want to kill and/or beat up some moddable vampires? Have at. They're strong and fast but certainly not unkillable. ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Not-quite-home sweet whatever it was. Vette was actually happy to be on the island again. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the heck out of dungeon crawling and shooting at monsters, sure, but sleeping in her own bed last night had been pretty top notch. And being back to work today gave her a chance to restock on all the ammo she'd burned in Nina's world.

Space, she'd gotten more than enough loot along the way to cover the costs of it, right?

Right!

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Was Vette taking advantage of the fact that she worked in the place that sold guns in order to stock up on ammo today?

Vette was absolutely taking advantage of the fact that she worked in the place that sold guns in order to stock up on ammo today! She still had no idea what kind of vacation Nina had in mind, but if she was being hauled off for one, there was no way she was going anywhere without making darn sure that she wasn't going to pull the trigger on one of her blasters only to find a distinct lack of bolts to follow.

It was kind of like working!

Purchases were being made!

Go team!

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette had a lot to think about, and while her talk with Nina last night had at least managed to get a little of what was chewing at the inside of her head out into the open, none of it had really gone away, either.

And so it was a subdued Vette going through the scrap today, digging up little pieces of things that had rusted well beyond salvage, and then just sitting on the edge of the Bitey Bits pen and throwing her finds to them to have at, snapping and rending at the scraps until the only thing left behind was a fine scattering of rust powder and a larger collection of metal chips on the ground.

It was like spring cleaning and venting, all rolled into one. And hey, if anyone asked, she was totally writing this stuff off of the inventory list as she went.

Productivity.

[OOC: Open!]

always_someone

This year, Student Council had gone for the most empowering theme they could come up with. Be strong! Be glamorous! Be a Glamazon!

And they would have gotten away with it too, if not for that pesky pollen making for some last-minute revisions to the decorating. The glitter was a staple, the glitter was fine, and so there was plenty of that to go around. But the Greek statues that had been set up tastefully around the Community Center had all in one fell swoop started to seem decidedly less tasteful, and so in a fit of panic, Student Council had dressed each and every one of them up...

... in lingerie.

At least it was glittery lingerie? Though the end result did seem a little less Ancient Greece and a little more Rocky Horror than had previously been intended.

Glamazons, guys!

[Arrive/Mingle | Photographer | Food & Punch | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | Prom Court | OOC]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette showed up to work at the Wellspring today, just in time to catch a small avalanche of potatoes raining down from the ceiling. Which was a great time, really, all the getting beaned by falling potatoes.

She loved it.

(She hated this island. So much. But hey, free potatoes.)

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

All-in-all, Vette's adventures in scavenging seemed to be working out well for her today. Sure, she hadn't found a full replacement chassis for the droid that she was still steadily in the process of restoring, but she was picking up enough parts here and there that she could definitely make...

...

Uh.

Well, something, anyway. She still hadn't quite figured out how to get the thing to move around. Repulsors, probably, since the processor had most likely belonged to some kind of probe, but then again, spending so much time around Chopper kinda made her enamored to the idea of making a little rolling buddy on treads...

Well. She'd figure it out. Eventually. Today was for more inventory as a thin veil for poking around the spare parts, naturally.

[OOC: open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Oh no.

Oooh no.

Vette had come in for her shift today to find that all of the weapons had been... changed. To something. To slingshots or cap guns or to wooden rifles with corks in the end connected to a piece of string or, in the case of what had looked to be a rather promising pistol, a gun that, when fired, sent out a little flag with *BANG* written on it in big, colorful letters.

The meditation room was still fine? People could totally meditate.

Buuuut they might want to wait for another day to buy weapons here.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Ah, the scrapyard. Vette wasn't going to say it was one of the best jobs she'd ever had, buuuut she was gonna absolutely throw herself back into the scrap today with all the enthusiasm that a girl with a vast supply of random crap to explore possibly could. The droid processor that she'd scavenged still needed a chassis, after all. She was pretty sure the probe that she'd found was the one it had belonged in, but it had been corroded away to the point where it was well beyond repair, and so that had turned out to be a dead end, unless she wanted to do a lot of welding or something.

So she was on the hunt again, yes.

With a clipboard, though. So that she could look at least nominally like she was doing inventory! What a clever ruse!

The fact that she was actually getting a lot of inventory marked down while she went spelunking was neither here nor there.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was doing some basic weapons repair at work today. Someone had come in with a blaster, something they'd picked up somewhere throughout the multiverse, and had mistaken where the crystal went for where a bullet went, and wouldn't you know it, when you attempted to focus a compressed beam of highly-energized particles through a bullet, bad things happened in there.

But she didn't want to tell the customer that the blaster was a write-off, either. She just... was going to take out all the melty bits and replace them with fresh parts and a focus crystal and inform them that so help her if she found out another bullet went into there instead of a power pack going in over there, somebody was gonna get pistol-whipped. Or maybe she'd just take pity on them because they were lucky to still have hands right now.

People were dumb.

[OOC: Open, but snoozly.]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was tired. Like, super tired. Because... look, you try sleeping in a bed that had been on fire yesterday. Her sheets were a ruin of soot and ash, there was apparently enough polyester in the mattress that part of it had just flat-out melted, and there were springs sticking out here and there as a result. Weren't beds supposed to be some measure of fireproof? Probably the island's shenanigans at work there, too.

She'd talk to maybe the school's janitor or the moose in the office or something and get a replacement for that later. For now, she had work to do.

Super important work.

... She was totally just sitting and staring blearily at the scrap sculptures today. If anybody asked, maybe she could tell them she was admiring the art.

If she woke up enough to answer them coherently.

[OOC: Not at all method RP honest. Open!]

in_sidon_we_trust

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 ]]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was kind of sad the little pi-rats were gone. She'd definitely done some wheedling, hoping that at least one of them would decide to stay and keep her piratey company, but it had been to no avail. The call of the open sea had been a strong one, and Vette didn't have a crew, let alone a ship.

Her sort of ship would have been a very different one, anyway.

She decided to distract her from her mild disappointment by going through the stock at work today, and was almost immediately pleased and a little surprised to find a blunderbuss in amongst the wares.

... She wasn't going to buy it or anything. But she was absolutely going to take it into the range during her break today to see how it handled.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette arrived at the scrapyard today to find it infested with rats.

Well. Sort of rats? Very fancy rats in little hats with tiny swords and itty bitty guns. It was actually kind of endearing.

Super endearing. And it didn't take Vette long to realize why.

Pirates! They were pirate rats! They were her people, but smaller! Hairier! More disease-ridden! Which meant, clearly, that she had to sit herself down in the midst of them and talk shop, because how many other actual pirates did you get to meet in a place like this, right?

... She really wanted to keep one around. She probably wasn't allowed to keep one around. Maybe she could keep one around?

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was giving the meditation room some speculative looks, today. Not because she was even remotely considering actually meditating, nah. Well. Kind of. She'd never really tried, was the thing, and so when she'd had a customer come in asking for advice about it, she'd kind of drawn a blank.

"Don't forget to breathe?"

There was a brief pause, and then a small, knowing nod. And then the customer had thanked her for her wisdom (???) and gome off to do their thing.

So, yeah. Speculative looks. Because what in the world had that even been about?

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

Vette was back at the scrapyard today, and was absolutely playing with her weird little localized weather machine thing again, yes. She had no idea where it had come from, but poking around the mechanics of it had her coming across a little storage compartment with notes for other crazy inventions, like... spray-on shoes?

How was that even a little bit a good idea?

Anyway, Vette was doing that instead of inventory, because why do your actual job when there were fascinating distractions?

Ones that apparently could make it rain spaghetti over the junkyard at lunchtime.

... That'd be fun to clean up.

[OOC: Open!]

chirpchirpchirp

So... Vette had discovered a miniature localized weather regulator at the scrapyard yesterday that apparently made it rain ham sandwiches. She'd left it there, because the ability to make it rain ice cream in a teeny tiny little rainstorm was too much power for one Twi'lek to be trusted with. That, and it meant that her lunches were totally set for her scrapyard shifts from now on. She'd even brought leftovers to much on at work here today.

In between cleaning and selling weapons, of course.

Mmm, ham.

[OOC: Open!]

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