Voicemail/Disclaimer

[chirpchirpchirp]

Hey! This is Vette. Looks like you missed me- go on and leave a message if you want to find out whether or not I missed you, too!

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[in_sidon_we_trust]

At some point on Sunday night, a small wrapped package would arrive outside of Room 221 for one of the girls who occupied it to find on Monday morning. Sidon certainly hoped that if it was Nina, she would notice the little card attached to the top that clearly read 'VETTE,' not only in blocky English letters, but also in Hylian runes below that, and his best attempt at Aurebesh from what he had tried gleaning from writing notes with Miss Syndulla on Friday below that.

The note inside simply read: Do try not to get blood on these ones.

And inside the package itself would be three new shirts with his best guess for size, a pair of gloves for the winter, and a scarf as well.

For someone who didn't wear clothes, he thought he'd done pretty well, but he mostly just hoped she'd enjoy the surprise.

[chirpchirpchirp]

What ensued when Vette found the package? A whole lot of squeaking.

She was totally wearing one of those shirts to class today.

[futurespacemom]

(message left in Ryl)

"Hi, Vette? It's Hera. I...thought you might want to talk. Or maybe not talk and just sit for a bit. I don't have any plans until Friday, so let me know, okay? I've got meilooruns and some jogan fruit with your name on them, if you want."

[in_sidon_we_trust]

At some point in the afternoon, a note was slipped under the door of room 221, clearly addressed to Vette, and written in very careful Aurebesh:

I hope your day has been as wonderful as you are. But, of course, that would be impossible! Nothing is as wonderful as you are!

Sidon thought he was being terribly restrained and subtle about it, too. He wouldn't want to give himself away too quickly, after all, and he'd hate to pull out all the best stuff on the very first step!

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And, on Saturday afternoon, another note slipped under the door of 221, in Aurebedh, of course, very clearly to the same recipient of yesterday's oh-so-mysterious note:

I haven't been able to stop thinking about your smile. I'm certain it's the most enchanting thing I've ever seen, and I'm also certain you're probably doing it right...now!

This one, Sidon forgot entirely about subtly, and rather hoped it would be all too clear who the sentiment had come from.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Figuring the timing on a Sunday, where it was more likely to be caught in the act, would be a bit tricky, the oh-so-mysterious note-leaver decided it would be good to mix it up a little and deliver today's note rather earlier, hopefully earlier enough that it might not be noticed until after the residents of 221 woke up for the day.

Third verse, same as the first, a note for Vette in Aurebesh, another little thing to start crowding that nightstand:

To think, this is only the beginning! If the start of this adventure has been so incredible thus far, just imagine what marvelous things still await us!

Marvelous, indeed! It might not have been quite as romantic as the last two, practically really, but Sidon hoped the promising tone would come through, as well as the fact that, if the smile one hadn't given him away yet, surely, this one would perhaps spark a teeny, tiny inkling...

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Although the mystery of who was leaving the notes might not be so significant anymore, Sidon was at least a little proud of the fact that there could still be a little puzzle to solve on how the note he left wound up neatly placed on Vette's pillow this time instead of just slipped under the door for when she got back to her room.

After all, it would have been foolish of him to have actually been in the room that day and not take advantage of it. And maybe feel a little thrill of excitement to see the previous notes on the nightstand, though he tried very hard not to notice.


It shall never cease to amaze me that, in all the worlds and all the galaxies, I've somehow had the incredible luck and fortune to have found you.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Unfortunately, it would seem Sidon was back to just slipping the notes under Vette's door on Tuesday, having not slipped in to make all his devious plans with her roommate. But there was a note that arrived sometime in the afternoon, with all the same markings of the others.

I may hold a title, I can hold my breath, I hold a number of swimming records, but my favorite thing to hold is you.

...hey, they couldn't all be winners. But there was no denying that was so entirely...him.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Knowing this was going to be the final note (in this particular string of them, anyway), the last letter before the grand finale tomorrow, this one was perhaps a bit less romantic, but Sidon felt it was much more important and heartfelt and just...so much more...everything.

We may be powerless to change the past, but it gives us the strength to make what lies ahead incredible.

And it said a lot, didn't it, when even Sidon thought that was all that needed to be said with this one, slipped neatly under the door, sometime when he felt he could leave it there and slip away as surprisingly easily as all the other times.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Once Prompto felt secure in his attempts to...er, secure the generator at Furnado and another idea struck him, he felt the need to send out a text, in the hopes that maybe he could help make his attempts to protect the shelter a little more successful.

Hey, girl, I know it totally sucks hardcore out there right now, but I really need you to do me a favor. I need you to break into my room and grab my hair dryer. Top left drawer of my dresser, it looks like a bulky plastic gun sort of thing.

Figuring, of course, that since Vette didn't even have hair, she probably wouldn't even know what a hair dryer was.

And bring it down to the shelter for me, if you can. but be careful! It's SUPER NARSTY out here.

But she, honestly, was the one person he felt could manage to be scrappy and quick enough to pull it off.

DO IT FOR THE PUPPIES!!!!

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette groaned as she read the texts on her dying phone from the lump she'd made of herself under her blankets on her bed, which she wasn't moving from, so help her, if she could help it.

She looked out the window. Still colder than the hinges of Hoth out there.

She looked back at the phone. Damn it, he'd invoked the puppies, the jerk.

You OWE ME ONE.

[heroic_jawline]

On Christmas day, Vette would find a very large box containing two paintball guns, a helmet, paintballs, and a PSA (not of Steve, but of a very confused-looking friend of his named Sam) talking about the dangers of shooting your eye out.

Safety was important, Vette, okay.

Sometime Saturday

[biotic_psychotic]

A courier arrived sometime Saturday early evening. A couple dozen eggs in a padded box. There was a note in Aurebesh.

It's ok to wish eggs thrown at your friends. Seivarden's my friend. She doesn't seem to know the difference between a fish and a shark much less between a fish and a Zora and I think she could use a lesson in prey vs. predators, don't you? You will get extra credit in the class if: a) you use all the eggs. b) you get other people to help you. c) none of you get caught. Happy hunting. -Jack

Every single one of the eggs was dyed and decorated to look like tiny sharks. Mostly Earth-normal sharks but a few were teal and red and had adorable little smiles.

Those ones were also hard-boiled.

[bookbeltof_love]

VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vette, you were getting so many clips of Miss Dozy and Foomy talking to each other.

Also grumpy bus guy wants to talk to the whole gang. When are you back????????????

[chirpchirpchirp]

WAIT WHAT THEY'RE TALKING???

Nina, you were drafted to film every second until Vette got back. Every single second ever.

We were thinking maybe Tuesday but probably Wednesday, right? For the park thing?? Why does he want to talk to us? How mad is he?

[bookbeltof_love]

She'd do her best!

THEY'RE TALKING SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL THE ANIMALS ARE!!!!!!!!!!!

Nina cuddled up with her new moogle doll and considered the rest of that while sending Vette a few more clips.

He saaaaaaaaaays he's not mad AND that it's not to punish us????????????????????? Does that mean you want me to mark you both down for the park thing????????????????

[chirpchirpchirp]

I mean, me for sure, maybe, probably? Let me talk it over with Sidon and I'll get back to you?

Vette squinted at her phone.

If we're actually getting punished I'm gonna paint his ship Hutt slime green.

[bookbeltof_love]

Yeah no prob about Sidon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nina was pretty squinty herself about the whole grumpy bus driver thing.

I want to help if we are!!!!!!!!!!!! But like he said it was just to talk and he got weird when I mentioned what the bus dean had said about killing us but not allowed to do so and then making us float. He said that's, like, not okay. He's WEIRD. What's wrong with floating???????? it was fun??????????????

Nina was still completely missing the point on Kanan's discomfort, why yes.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Okay, well, that bit, Vette could at least account for.

The floating was TOTALLY a power move. To show us a taste of it, you know? I always figured that was a Sith thing, but I guess if he was Sith we'd be dead right now for real anyway.

There you go, the difference between Jedi and Sith. They both made stupid power moves, but one of them actually committed to it.

[bookbeltof_love]

what wait

Like, as far as power moves went, it had failed on intimidating her, at least, but Nina had a more important concern now.

DOES THAT MEAN LANA COULD HAVE BEEN MAKING US FLOAT ALL THIS TIME???????????????? She's been holding out on us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUDE

[chirpchirpchirp]

And now Vette was laughing at you, Nina. Laaaaughing.

She makes me float all the time! All the time!

Once. In class.

Voicemail to Vette, Monday morning

[unusual_sith]

Good morning, Vette; I hope you're feeling better. I'm going back to Dromund Kaas later today, and I was wondering if there was anything from our galaxy you'd like me to bring back? I already plan on plenty of kolto and medkits. Let me know, please.

Voicemail left for Vette, Friday afternoon

[futurespacemom]

Hi, Vette, it's Hera. I've got a job back home helping some refugees. The thing is, they're twi'leks coming from...bad places, and they're a bit wary of others. Kanan can't come, but I could use some extra hands, if you're interested? Mostly just delivering food and medicine, though there might be a chance of excitement if we have to go get a few more people. Let me know, okay?

Re: Voicemail left for Vette, Friday afternoon

[chirpchirpchirp]

It didn't take too long for Vette to reply to a voicemail like that. She'd been moping pretty bad all week, but maybe something like this was exactly what she needed?

"Hey, Hera. You had me at Twi'leks. When do we leave?"

[bookbeltof_love]

SORRY I DIDN'T WAKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU LOOKED SO PEACEFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like, anyway, duty CALLS and I'll be gone for a bit???????????????????? Can you look after Foomy?????????????????? Thank you love you byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hope you weren't going to worry about that text, Vette!