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Vetra Nyx
Dimera Apartments no. 48
Darrow
[Physical and electronic mail for Vetra can be left here]
Dimera Apartments no. 48
Darrow
[Physical and electronic mail for Vetra can be left here]
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This is Nyx. Leave a message.
[Vidcomm, text, and audio messages can be left for Vetra here]
[Vidcomm, text, and audio messages can be left for Vetra here]
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Something's wrong with Rat. All morning he's been curled over himself, whimpering pitifully. Vetra doesn't have the extranet. She doesn't have access to pyjak anatomy or eats to treat what sicknesses they might get. So whatever is wrong with him, she can't help.
Not alone, anyway.
She bundles Rat up in a blanket and holds him close. She uses her omni-tool to figure out where a decent vet is. They might not know any better how to treat him, but they at least have a better shot at it than she does.
With a bracing breath, she pushes the door open and swallows.
"I need help," she declares. "I can't figure out what's wrong with him."
She expects the stares, of course, but it still irritates her. Rat needs help.
Not alone, anyway.
She bundles Rat up in a blanket and holds him close. She uses her omni-tool to figure out where a decent vet is. They might not know any better how to treat him, but they at least have a better shot at it than she does.
With a bracing breath, she pushes the door open and swallows.
"I need help," she declares. "I can't figure out what's wrong with him."
She expects the stares, of course, but it still irritates her. Rat needs help.
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Vetra can't leave the pyjak at home. He's taken to digging holes in the couch and stuffing fruit into it. It wouldn't be so bad if the fruit didn't inevitably get squished or bruised on the way in. She'd tried to trick him by putting blankets over it, like maybe he'd just bury them in the blankets. But he just throws the blankets on the floor and tries again.
So she can't leave him at home anymore. And she's got to get a new couch. So she puts him in a sweater she'd found in the child section at a thrift store and leads him outside. He's on a leash that's attached to a belt around his middle, but it's kind of pointless: he's riding on her shoulder right now, trilling happily.
After the first furniture store turns her away with a strict "No pets allowed" rule, she pulls up her omni-tool, to see if she can find a store that'll allow her little companion inside. She's so focused on the glowing orange projection on her forearm that she doesn't notice the person she's about to collide with.
So she can't leave him at home anymore. And she's got to get a new couch. So she puts him in a sweater she'd found in the child section at a thrift store and leads him outside. He's on a leash that's attached to a belt around his middle, but it's kind of pointless: he's riding on her shoulder right now, trilling happily.
After the first furniture store turns her away with a strict "No pets allowed" rule, she pulls up her omni-tool, to see if she can find a store that'll allow her little companion inside. She's so focused on the glowing orange projection on her forearm that she doesn't notice the person she's about to collide with.
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Vetra's getting restless. She's never been in one place so long before. She's used to moving around, taking different jobs that bring her everywhere. Even on the Tempest, she'd been constantly going on missions with Ryder and someone else. This is . . . awkward. She feels trapped.
She goes for a run to see if that helps, and ends up just feeling a little more panicky than she had before. So she starts sparring with an invisible partner, trying out familiar moves and moves that might work against people of different sizes. She's panting by the time she's worn out, and she walks back to her apartment slowly, hands shaking slightly.
She misses Sid. She misses Ryder. She even misses Kosta.
She goes for a run to see if that helps, and ends up just feeling a little more panicky than she had before. So she starts sparring with an invisible partner, trying out familiar moves and moves that might work against people of different sizes. She's panting by the time she's worn out, and she walks back to her apartment slowly, hands shaking slightly.
She misses Sid. She misses Ryder. She even misses Kosta.
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It's one of the ugliest and most beautiful things she's ever seen. It's not her first time at the Mailbox, but it's her first time there with a real purpose. She's got a package in her hands, and she's running her thumb over the address.
Nyx, Sidera c/o Nexus Operations
The Nexus
The Heleus Cluster
The Andromeda Galaxy
She looks at the mailbox, then re-reads the sign on it. She has no idea if this is going to work. She has no idea if it's even worth trying. But she pulls open the drawer and drops the package in, anyway. It hits the other letters and packages inside it with a satisfying clunk, and she steps back, then gracefully lowers to sit, legs crossed at the ankles, elbows on her knees, like she'll actually get to see something happen. Like some sort of magic, or maybe a satellite from outside of the city's limits, will beam the package up and directly to her sister, in the blink of an eye.
She sighs, allowing herself a moment of homesickness. She's done her best, so far. She just wants to pretend that this is another job, some errand Kesh sent her on. Find me a pocket universe with lots of weird shit in it, she'd say. Easy as cake, Kesh, Vetra would reply, and Drack, listening in, would say, That's pie, Vetra.
She sighs again, mandibles splaying wide in a grimace before she pushes herself to her feet.
"This is stupid," she decides. She brushes blades of grass from her shorts and bi-colored legs, then brushes her hands off.
The Nexus
The Heleus Cluster
The Andromeda Galaxy
She looks at the mailbox, then re-reads the sign on it. She has no idea if this is going to work. She has no idea if it's even worth trying. But she pulls open the drawer and drops the package in, anyway. It hits the other letters and packages inside it with a satisfying clunk, and she steps back, then gracefully lowers to sit, legs crossed at the ankles, elbows on her knees, like she'll actually get to see something happen. Like some sort of magic, or maybe a satellite from outside of the city's limits, will beam the package up and directly to her sister, in the blink of an eye.
She sighs, allowing herself a moment of homesickness. She's done her best, so far. She just wants to pretend that this is another job, some errand Kesh sent her on. Find me a pocket universe with lots of weird shit in it, she'd say. Easy as cake, Kesh, Vetra would reply, and Drack, listening in, would say, That's pie, Vetra.
She sighs again, mandibles splaying wide in a grimace before she pushes herself to her feet.
"This is stupid," she decides. She brushes blades of grass from her shorts and bi-colored legs, then brushes her hands off.