Second floor common room, Saturday

[unusual_sith]

It was a quiet day today, so Lana went to the common room and got some tea, then set up the new laptop computer she'd just acquired and started looking up things.

Including how to get the thing to do some things it apparently didn't. Honestly, why was all the display technology here so...flat?

The TV was on in the background, but she was ignoring it.

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[chirpchirpchirp]

So, her roommate had been off... somewhere... for a while, having fled the room temporarily as Nina was wont to do, which meant that Vette was kind of left at loose ends, and was feeling social without actually being terribly social. Whatever that meant.

But at least she had an ongoing project to work on. Which was why she was gathering up the little droid processor she'd been tinkering at for some time now and she was making her way to the common room with it, intending to settle in, maybe order some tacos, and just work on cleaning some more of the crud out and replacing shorted wiring in the possible company of other persons.

"Oh, hey," she greeted, nodding as she walked in, pleased that this plan, as of yet, appeared to be working out.

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"Hello." Lana smiled and moved over to give her some room at the table. "Is that a droid?"

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"Well, it was one, once upon a time, I think," Vette replied, holding up the processor. "Or its brain, anyway. The rest of it is... space, I don't actually know. I did find the rusty old husk of a drink serving probe the other week at the scrapyard, though. So I might almost have enough parts to restore it to... something."

She squinted at it.

"Right about now if I was still on Nar Shaddaa I'd just wait around outside until a mouse rolled on by and tuck that little guy under one arm for my own nefarious purposes."

[unusual_sith]

Lana laughed. "I don't know, some of those little things can be vicious."

Everybody loved mouse droids.

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"So fierce," Vette laughed. "Maybe it might run over somebody's foot in vengeance."

[unusual_sith]

"Maybe," Lana agreed, laughing. "Or just bump into their ankles a lot."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"What a vicious little guy! What a fearsome little murder-droid!"

Vette wanted eight.

[unusual_sith]

Lana side-eyed Sabine. "I wonder how they are at working with explosives."

Lana, no. Don't encourage these two.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Great for transporting them, if you want an expendable delivery guy," Vette suggested. "Probably something you'd want to detonate remotely, though."

[unusual_sith]

"Definitely," Lana said. "Explosives usually are, though."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette laughed a little.

"Fair point, fair point," she replied. "I meant, as opposed to a grenade or something with a timer. Never know what can hold up a mouse droid."

Like an enterprising Twi'lek with sticky fingers.

[unusual_sith]

"True." Lana grinned. "Now I'm picturing a mouse droid rigged with a throwing arm and a grenade."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette squeaked. It was a very delighted little squeak.

"Lana," she gasped, "I want one."

[unusual_sith]

Lana snickered. "You're evil. I wonder how much a mouse droid costs."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"It can't be much, right? They're everywhere. And they're less specialized than protocol droids or astromechs, their programming is simpler. They're cleaning droids and couriers!"

LANA. LANA VETTE WANTED ONE.

[unusual_sith]

"We probably could use a cleaning droid," Lana mused. "So really, it only makes sense to get one."

[chirpchirpchirp]

See Vette.

See Vette make the biggest 'yes do want' eyes that she could possibly muster.

[unusual_sith]

Lana grinned. "I'll see what I can do."