fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

Vette had come home late last night from the bar, wired on weird Japanese sodas and feeling altogether disgruntled that, even at a party for people from her galaxy, she and Hera were still the only non-humans at the bar. She'd made her way into her room, muffled a frustrated scream into a pillow, and had let the siren call of the sugar crash sweep her away, laying there face-first on her bed, fully clothed and everything.

And so, when she'd woken up this morning, she at least had fewer problems than she otherwise could have had. Getting out of bed had been an adventure that had mostly consisted of climbing down the bedsheets. Getting out of the room had involved enlisting one of the squirrels as a guide through the walls with promises of a whole bottle of rum just for him whenever she was capable of lifting her wallet again. And, once she got into the common room...

She stood on the floor, staring up... and up... and up at the fridge, the tiniest Twi'lek to have ever graced the dorms with her presence, small and insignificant in the face of the impenetrable ziggurat looming before her.

"I HATE THIS PLACE!"

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"Definitely dreams," Vette confirmed with a small nod as she wandered over to another container. "This is old noodles. I don't know if they can be trusted."

Eh, she'd try them.

Right. Even too-big food was food.

"I wonder if we could make it up to the freezer. Ice cream sounds good." Lana shook it off. "We might as well go for something we know is good. I'd hate to think what bad food would do to us at this size."

"I mean, you're welcome to get stuck in the freezer if you want to," Vette replied, grimacing a little. "It really is breakfast-Hoth in there, you know?"

That would be a horrible way to spend the weekend. Freezing to death next to some ancient chicken nuggets.

"Probably best not to chance it," Lana agreed. "Is there anything good down here, or should we try the next shelf?"

Vette peered upwards and sighed.

"I'm pretty sure my fish is up there," she replied, and was already climbing up onto the nearest tupperware container so that she could heft herself up to the next shelf from there. "Just have to... reach..."

Being short was dumb.

"One boost, coming up," Lana warned, lifting Vette that last bit before jumping up herself.

Vette, perhaps predictably, squeaked as she was hefted up the last little way.

"I almost had it!"

... But she was up there now, so she was picking herself up and looking around for her fish all the same.

"And if somebody ate my leftovers, I swear I'm gonna..."

Never mess with a Twi'lek's food.

"Just helping," Lana assured her. She jumped up to join Vette. "I'll help with that, too. If we don't get food after all this..."

Someone was going down. She still had her lightsaber.

It was always nice to know she had backup, anyway. Vette shot Lana a grin, and then resumed her spelunking.

"Hey, this looks promising!"

It was definitely a takeaway container from somewhere, anyway. And the contents didn't smell rancid or anything.

"Let's see what it is." Lana grabbed one side of the lid and started lifting.

Vette reached for the other side of the lid and gave it a heave, and there, sitting inside, smelling faintly of fish and some kind of dill sauce, was-- "Breakfast! Yes! I knew this would come in handy!"

Sometimes, it paid off, okay?

"Great!" Lana paused. "So do we eat it here, or carry it out?"

"That's a great question!"

A pause.

"... How high up is the microwave, again?"

Lana peered in that direction as if she could see through the fridge door. "...A lot higher up than this shelf, for a start."

Hm. Would Force lightning heat it up? ...Probably not.

Vette frowned a little at that.

"So... I guess we could... start a fire?"

That was a terrible plan.

"We'd have to keep it controlled, but we wouldn't need a big one," Lana said. "I still have my lightsaber; I could use it to set fire to a bit of paper, maybe. We still need to get this down there, though."

She eyed the container. "Close it really tightly and push it down?"

Vette considered the container too, and then shrugged.

"Sure. Even if it hits the floor, it's a food mountain. Most of that's gonna be salvageable."

And she wasn't picky anyway. She took her side of the lid and hauled down on it, trying to get it to snap back into place.

Lana shrugged and tugged her side down, too. It was Vette's food; if she didn't mind, Lana didn't.

"There." She made her way around behind it. "Okay, so, on three?"

"On three," Vette agreed, stepping around the container. "One... two..."

This would end in tears.

Also probably food everywhere.

"Three!" Lana pushed, adding a bit of the Force to it.

And Vette pushed too, and....

"... Poodoo."

That was breakfast all over the floor.

"Well, it's still a food mountain?" Lana pointed out. "One of those shrimp on top would feed the whole dorm for a day."

"That's true," Vette agreed, leaning over the edge and frowning down at it. "And I guess it'll probably keep for most of today, right? So we're set for food for... at least until this evening."

Not that she wouldn't just eat it tomorrow anyway.

"I can probably float a few pieces back up in here," Lana said. "Speaking of which, want a hand down?"

"Down's the easy part," Vette protested, laughing a little. And then actually looking down. "... But I mean, I'll never turn down an assist."

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