Vette

Ah, the heat and the power were back on, and so Vette was making herself right at home back in her room. It had been a good weekend overall, she thought, what with the valiant protecting of the animal shelter (and the shamelessly being buried under kittens) that she'd spent the last few days doing. And she'd even taken the time, before making her way back to the dorms, to drop off something she'd been tinkering at for the better part of the month.

And so, her winter holiday gift giving responsibilities complete, she was settling in under the covers with the trashiest romance novel from the library that she could find, and was very slowly picking her way through that.

Maybe she'd order pizza or something later. She was pretty sure she deserved it.

[OOC: Open!]

It had started yesterday. Vette had come across a note that had been slipped under her door, addressed clearly to her, written in careful Aurebesh and telling her that she was wonderful. She'd stared at it in silent puzzlement for a few minutes, and then had set it on her nightstand, one of the few things to her name, where she could look at in in quiet awe and just kind of feel a weird mix of warm fuzzies and quiet confusion.

It had happened again today, and the writing in this note had not only caught her out on the smile that had been mentioned in its text, it had inspired a fit of desperate giggles as she realized who had to be behind these things. This note joined the first on her nightstand, a small pair of pleasant little surprise notes written specifically for her by none other than... well... she wouldn't go so far as to call him her prince, but at the same time, he was very much her prince, wasn't he? An ambassador prince, all charm and that smile, and if anybody were to walk in on Vette sitting in her room and reading those two notes over and over again, those with a very keen eye might have even noticed the faintest hint of something not unlike a blush to go along with that broad, silly smile she was wearing.

Sidon was ridiculous, and she was more than a little bit enamored.

[OOC: HAD to post something about this. HAD TO. Look at this big good shark dweeb. Establishy, but can be open for I'm-going-to-bed-soon-SP if you like!]

"Guys? Taunt? Flash? Plasmajack? Seriously, this isn't funny anymore," Vette said, frowning as she spoke into her comm... phone... concoction. Like she'd been doing for a good hour, now. "Would one of you at least tell me you got the thing? It'll be fine if I'm stranded in this stupid place if it wasn't for nothing."

Silence. Vette sighed, shut her frankenphone off, and threw it onto her bed before flopping onto it afterwards, face down. A few moments later she was rolling onto her back, making a frustrated noise, grabbing one of the piggy buns she'd made in Hannibal's class today, and throwing it, hard, at the ceiling.

It stuck there.

"This is the worst world."

[OOC: Open!]