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[Valfreyja Tysdottor]

It was a weird space down here, both hectic and loud as well as peaceful and quiet. The back alleys of the lower city were always like this, they reminded Valfreyja of her home. That distant asteroid floating in the nothingness of space where you are surrounded by everyone but could quickly be in a deep tunnel away from everything just your thoughts as company. Val sat at a food stall, the seat was tapped together, part of the cushioning falling out the side, the sweaty Zabrak with a strange thick mop of black hair dangling around his horns moved back and forth on the other side of the counter. A few moments later he placed a large bowl down in front of her, Mastre Fish Ramen, she had it the other day when out venturing the under city looking for a quick buck. After only getting half the bowl last time (before shit hit the fan) she was determined to finish it all today.

Thanking the man and passing over the credits she took the bowl down from the serving level and placed it before her. The steam rose up to fill her nostrils, her mouth already salivating at the expectation of the feast. Holding her hands above the food she closed her eyes and said a quick prayer "To my ancestors, to Viri, Vali, Freyja from which I was named and Val from who I am descended. I give this to you and ask for you to watch over me in the days to come." With that she picked up the bowl and poured some on the ground next to her. The Zabrak stood up from his stool on the other side and was about to say something when she gave him a look which quickly put him back down on the chair. With the gift out of the way she broke the chopsticks she was provided and began to dig in.

@Cinderella

 

[Tion Hipori]

Tion was, for all intents and purposes, a princess. Princesses belonged in palaces. Well, this princess was quite far from her palace, stumbling drunkenly down a dark alley in the lower city of... some planet. She was beginning to sober up (by her standards, at least) from her blackout. She didn't feel like she'd done or drank that much tonight, but frankly she couldn't really remember much of anything. The last thing she remembered was visiting Coruscant to buy out Dami Vice's music label. Maybe she was still on Coruscant? All she remembered was she wanted to have fun.

Most of the lower city's smells were unpleasant: urine, trash, cheap death sticks, but then, carried on the wind like a heavenly noodle nimbus, Tion felt the steamy, brothy smell of good ramen touch and wet her face and nose. Then again, all ramen was good ramen when you're blitzed out of your mind.

God, that smells so farking good... I'm so hungry. Ohh shit, I haven't eaten anything today... I think? No, just that iced coffee from this morning.

No wonder she blacked out. She was starting to become more aware of her surroundings; she was a pretty girl, alone in the lower city, wearing jewelry the price of a landspeeder, and dressed in faux fur coat and boots, she probably looked more like an escort than a trust fund investor. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, she made an attempt to straighten up her walking and posture a bit as she made her way to the ramen stall she had smelled on the air. There was another woman sitting and eating at the stall, which made her feel immediately more comfortable.

Without really thinking, she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, figuring logically, higher price equals better food. She spent a moment half-spacing out, just trying to get her bearings as her order was prepared; blinking and stretching the muscles in her face. She tried to light a cigarette to help wake herself up a bit, but the lighter in her purse was dry.

"Hey, sorry, you wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?"

@Braden

 

[Valfreyja Tysdottor]

She was not even a third of the way through her bowl when the heavily intoxicated women arrived next to her. Although she tried to hide it, the fact she almost missed the seat on her first attempt provided the women was well beyond the limits to drive a speeder. The dark haired women ordered a bowl of ramen that was twice the cost of hers, it was a mixture of meats and the ever elusive Draktoad Egg on top. Valfreyja raised her eyebrow at the order but said nothing. The Zabrak was more than happy to make the dish and went about his work with glee.

Val had a mouthful of ramen when the women leaned over to ask her for a light. The last thing she needed was spice in her veins if her dilated iris' were anything to go by. "No unfortunately not." She replied, Valfreyja didn't actually have one anyway, spice or death sticks were things she had never had the interest or desire to dabble in and had no plans to in the future. "You do know you have some sick in your fur right?" She asked between a mouthfuls of ramen.

@Cinderella