Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Thu May 20, 2021 4:25 am

The invite had been pretty normal at her performance the other night. But this scrawled...map? on a napkin was anything but. Was that a stick figure pointing the way, or was it supposed to be a landmark tree that looked like a stick figure. It was a Mikkian stick figure, either way, with that tangle of tentacle hair or branches or...

Oh..hmm that tree looks kind of like that, so then...follow that low branch.

*squelch*

Dhel meeps as her foot sinks past the ankle in swampy spot, low boot instantly filling with water. Well, these boots were never going to be worn again, apparently. After debating a moment, she presses on, letting water squish out through the seams.

But a good 5 minutes later and she still doesn't see that rock (?) that says "left here! Also East!" At least she kind of hopes it's a rock, but it looks kind of like a large skull of some sort too... Trying hard not to touch anything that might bite, the Bothan sighs and stares at the napkin as if insights will magically appear.

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Thu May 20, 2021 6:29 am

Dhel starts at the sound, then winces at the key, well keys, that it's being sung in. At least with that warning, she did not whirl with her miniscule blaster in hand when the slap on her shoulder startles her despite the warning.

"You couldn't add those to the map? Some kind of warning?" Dhel laughs nervously, completely unsure if Nara is kidding or not.

Dhel's got nothing resembling armor, though she reeks pretty strongly of something pungent and probably designed to keep the impressive swamp insects at bay, even if it does nothing for any other hunters in the muck. Low boots, comfortable shorts and a top with that artfully stretched and distressed look to it are not the usual gear for swamp exploration.

She shoves a small paper sack at Nara. "Hey...I brought cookies. Housewarming gift...kinda. We usually have like, potluck parties to get folks moved, so that seemed about right."

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Thu May 20, 2021 6:58 am

"Time flies when...you're planning good crime, I guess? At least Manny calls it good crime. Not sure the Imps really care about good or bad if it's crime." She peers at the various dots, but really, only the ant colonies stand out since she did learn to spot those on some class field trip or other ages ago. "Do you pass them maps? Because I don't know how they'd find this place without one." She's careful to step where Nara does.

"Been...good? Yeah. Decent shows, and kind of settling into some new routines I think. Despite curfews and shit, everything's just so active." She glances around out of habit. There's nobody around to hear anything out here. "How is that crime planning going anyway?"

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Thu May 20, 2021 2:33 pm

Dhel freezes and stares at the wreck, blinking several times before turning to Nara. "You...live in the wreck? Isn't it haunted? Or full of swamp bugs?"

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Fri May 21, 2021 3:18 am

"No, you don't live there, or no it's not haunted...or used to be haunted...or full of bugs.." Dhel pauses. "Help me out here?" But she does at least continue forward, apparently willing to approach the wreck, even if she might need a bit more in the way of assurances about bugs before stepping inside.

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Fri May 21, 2021 4:44 am

Dhel peers down the hole with some fascination, but more caution. "You hauled a stage out here?" She's beginning to have vague second thoughts. Images of creepy serial killer stories that started with the kind of obsession that might have someone inviting a singer out to their heavily guarded--well, booby-trapped--lair that'd been set up with a purpose-built stage.

Her hand does that reflexive touch to feel the comforting weight of her com in a pocket...that probably gets no reception out here.

"Is that what the music's coming from?" She's not really prepared for what a flamethrower extermination has probably done to the interior.

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Fri May 21, 2021 3:44 pm

Dhel does her best to watch the code punching, then glances back along the twisty path with a bottomless hole before looking dow the long hallway. She'd been on stages that looked like this before, all mismatched lights and boards laid in different decades. Shaking her head slightly, she walks down the hall gingerly, waiting for the give and crack that means you picked the wrong old board to step on.

Nara was right though, her boots were clean by the end. At least the soles were. Once still squelched the remnants of swamp water from the seam at every step.

"Kriff, you've been busy getting all of this." She pauses by a fancy looking mat with a small, panel at the corner, currently dead. "Did you grab some of these in the Upper? That looks like one of the ones that like...messages them that someone's standing on it and stuff."

Dhelih Dotaivi wrote: ↑

Fri May 21, 2021 11:54 pm

It takes a minute...a loooong minute, to take it all in. At least they were foam weapons, not an actual arsenal...yet. "Wow. That is something alright. How did you get those through that hallway?"

Dhel sort of balances on the foot that doesn't go squish. "Mind if I take these off...or are there like...surprises in the carpets that make shoes advisable?"

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Sat May 22, 2021 2:13 am

Dhel slips the boots off, stepping back onto one of the welcome mats so she's not leaving damp footprints as she goes, and makes her way back to the fridge and mentioned beers. "Anything worth watching playing? I mostly only pay any attention because folks tip better when their team wins." She steadies the fridge as she opens it, not sure just how steady it might be, all things considered.

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Sat May 22, 2021 8:42 am

While she suspects the Gammorean beer is just something local that's been labeled as a joke, or a way to sell to tourists, Dhel snags a more familiar Swamp Juice anyway. "Who'd say Huttball doesn't exist? I mean..even if someone just made it up, it sounds like the kind of thing Hutts would hear and go 'yeah, let's get that started,' and then it would exist."

She picks her way across the room, still wary of nails, splinters, random rocks, and potential structural collapse before testing a chair that seems pretty stable. It probably didn't need help getting through the hallway. "Not sure why anyone would play though. Does it pay really well?" She winces, as the pair on screen tangle and the Weequay goes flying into...what Dhel thinks is actually one of the Mon Cala team.