Log:The Ho Kentata Swap!

The Ho Kentata Swap!

OOC Date: January 8, 2020
Location: The Night Market
Participants: Vili, Jacali, Vandred, Mydas Gryph, Kryll, Vena, Sion, Tovana, Rheisa Dirleel

"Quiet down, Goostaffo... I know you can't be hungry, not after you bit that chunk outta my arm!"

The missing chunk from Vili's arm has been covered up with some sort of grimy looking wrapping that almost certainly didn't come out of a medical kit.

The hissing reekcat whose head is poking out of Vili's satchel seems to want another bite of greasy Zeltron flesh, judging by the way he keeps looking at Vili's arm and licking his lips.

"Quiet! Why can't you be more like your brother? Snyx is peaceful as a reeklamb, and he hasn't EVER tried to bite me. Isn't that right, Snyx? Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are... yes you ARE!"

The burn barrel where Vili lurks has been placed strategically near the crossroads of all the thoroughfares that weave their way through the Night Market. All around, various merchants are hawking their wares, though it's getting a bit late in the day, and all of them have displays that are far more attention-getting than a shabby, homeless-looking Zeltron with a pocketful of reekcats near a burn barrel.

But Vili isn't relying just on his looks to draw in the crowds.

"Okay... I think it's about time..."

Pressing a button on the harness he wears over his chest, suddenly Vili begins shimmering with Holographic Projections that cover his torso in the vague shape of a duster coat. Or maybe a bathrobe, it's a bit shapeless. Either way, he has instantly become the most garish thing in the entire Night Market.

"Okay boys... now we just wait for the suckers to show up, and give you all Good Homes."

She has arrived early to help with particular setups, and get an idea of the various exits and back alley hides that exist, just in case she might need them. Having been around Vili on and off for a while now, Jacali is always under the assumption that running is going to be necessary at some point, and all she need do is outrun his scrawny pink arse. This, of course, is unlikely.

She stands by one of the stalls, not too far from a burn barrel, leaning against a stall with her hip as she taps away on a datapad now, her lips pursing as she stares down at the screen with some interest, clearly finished with her assessment of the area and now running some calculations of how best to utilize this new information. Beside her sits a reekcat, alternating between cleaning itself, and screaming at its own ass, only occasionally drawing the orange haired woman's glance, her brows furrowing every time, as though she didn't expect it to happen despite the level of regularity of the action.

She's got no idea what the reekcat's ass has done.

It can't be good.

A clawed hand reaches for it once it's settled to give a gentle scritching against the top of its head, which coaxes some strangely throaty 'rreehhh' noise from its fangy maw. "Behave, Good Boy." Is she calling it a good boy? Is that it's name? Who knows. She makes no mention of Vili's grimy bandage. It is assuredly not her work, but she gave up long ago on trying to treat him and his mysterious, often filthy wounds. Her head does turn to look toward him for a few brief moments as he argues with the other reekcats, of course, but she then heaves a sigh, shakes her head, and goes back to that datapad in her hands.

"You smell like food. That's the problem." Jacali speaks offhandedly to Vili, "I would bite you, too... but, you see, I know exactly what's crawling on you. These poor things," These snarling, awful, dirty little things, "Haven't a clue. It's not fair, is it?"

Vandred hasn't arrived early - he did however, arrive! Because he said he would. He does however bring supplies. While he lumbers in the armour, he brings in his grip a box of 'Hungry Hutt Mufkins', under his left arm, and under his right arm, 'Hutt Gulp'. Think coffee. But with an illegal level of caffeine and sweetness. 'From Our Hutt To Your Gutt' is the slogan.

He comes to a stop and shuffles the box under his left arm. "I brought the food and something to drink. There's going to be trading, right? Can't trade on an empty stomach. I've heard its uh, bad for you. Or something like that"!

Wearing only a black leather swooper jacket with gold trim over crimson Void Armor and a crimson, t-visored mask with a black muslin cloth covering his scalp and neck, which is tucked into the rear collar of the swooper jacket, Mydas Gryph seems to slink through the Night Market alone, checking out stalls, conversing with merchants of various races, and always shaking his head before walking away from them.

Until he reaches a stall with antique hookahs.

Mydas rubs his gloved hands together greedily and first examines each piece, and then inspects them by lifting them up and utilizing his mask's AR function to assist in checking for leaks in the hookah foundations, and then the hoses. He shakes his head after inspecting each piece, even though the Wroonian merchant pleads with him in terms of a price. Still, he shakes his head and shuffles off to another stall; one with datapad drivesticks which carry digital music.

He walks away from that stall as well when they have no idea what 'Onder-Metal' is.

Kryll makes his way into the Night Market, having not really explored this part of the moon of yet and if there was a big gathering happening that was a good enough reason to check it out. He comes armed and armored as is his standard, and makes his way through the area checking out what is here to buy or trade. He looks over the faces, or forms of the others gathered here, but seems to be at ease and not on the job as it were.

An old Chiss wanders into a Night Market. Wait, we lost the joke. Vena makes her way into the place, her red gaze curious as she looks over the first few stalls as she does. She's dressed in well worn clothing, a pair of grey pants, black boots, white shirt under a black jacket. She walks with a straight spine that might translate to someone military. She seems to keep at a respectful distance to others unless she's looking at something in particular.

Sion, who had been persuaded to come to the Night Market by a few posters, arrives pulling a borrowed cook-cart that's emitting delicious, rather spicy smells. She pauses to lift the lid and stir the contents. "Just right," she decides. "Looks like lots of people here tonight."

Tovana had heard about the market from local word of mouth and a few ads posted around places and decided to check it out. She was carrying something rolled up and tucked under an arm as she wandered about, checking over some stalls. One stall showcasing a variety of electronic wares that looked like they were probably pulled from a dumpster and -maybe- repaired caught her interest in particular, at least briefly. The barrel of reekcats was a bit hard to ignore. "I wonder if our apartment allows for pets..." she muses quietly to herself, then shakes her head. "Probably shouldn't..."

There is literally nothing that the transient Zeltron in the holographic coat won't put into his thoroughly defiled body. Absolutely nothing. But even he looks a bit nervous to try anything called 'Hutt Gulp'.

"I uh... think I'll pass on the libations for now... the last time I drank any fluid from a Hutt, I ended up with extreme diarrhea and a contractually-binding master/slave arrangement. Still talk to Zllorb sometimes, actually. Nice guy... foul fluid though."

It's generally a good idea to not ask Vili to provide any more detail for his stories.

And he seems content not to provide any details, as he fumbles around in his pockets and produces one of his trademark Dejarik Black Cigarettes. Not finding a lighter presently, he puts the black cigarette in his mouth, and leans his head precariously over the burn barrel!

Fortunately, the length of his cigarette is slightly greater than the length of his beard, allowing him to barely escape catching fire. His cigarette is not so fortunate though.

As he stands back up, clouds of the fragrant purple, mildly hallucinogenic smoke are already starting to gather around him. Which is about when he sees the Meat Cart, and waves one of his grubby pink hands at Sion.

"Hey there... Dear Acquaintance... how much for the snacks. My cats are hungry..."

Apparently growing frustrated, Mydas goes from drivestick stall to drivestick stall asking about 'Onder-Metal'. After the fifth stall, he throws up his gloved hands.

"<Onder. Metal,>" Mydas says to a Besalisk vendor in a slow, irritated tone. "<It's music with quetarras and distorted lyrics about great Mandalorian battles, glory, bloodshed, comradeship, defeat, and fethin' victory...and you play it really loud when you're in hyperspace or on a battlefield with a flamethrower, incinerating people! What's the matter with this planet you can find a eight-breasted exotic dancer but you can't find some fethin' underground music!>"

Mydas's rant is disrupted by his own attention span; he sees purple smoke gathering around the man he already knows as 'Vili.'

<"Ooh. Recreational drugs,>" Mydas says, and walks towards the Zeltron.

Rheisa's been away from this terrbile moon for tooooo long. Yesterday was spent reacquainting herself with the Muse gallery and digesting the finance summary fed to her by the resident protocol droid. Today has been spent digesting other things. Mostly rats. 'Demon' rat was alas not on her agenda, so rather than ascending to this market with fresh, bloody pelts, she has traveled down, down, down from the mildly cleaner streets above with a sack full of little ones. Also, finished product - an assortment of artfully crafted handbags. Rheisa Dirleel brand.

The Togruta has opted to NOT change into something more civilized, having found the exploitation of her own 'exotic' flare (on a moon FULL of other exotics) sometimes gives her that edge in showcasing her wares...authenticity, or some such. Whether it works or not, the Shili-born artist is here, weaving silently and nimbly through the crowds on bare, dirty, dirty feet. It's not the gaudy pazazz of Vili's holographic garment that tempts Rheisa nearer to the 'Zeltron Syndicate'. It's a sound. High-pitched sounds, to be precise, scrabbling around in a barrel. Tiny noises such as this might be ignored by some sentients in a boistrous market full of a multiple of languages, laughter, cursing - every vendor clamoring for attention. But to this particular huntress, it is a sound registered above all others.

It is the sound of food.

Vena's red eyes spy Mydas and she starts to make her way towards the crimson T-Visor wearing man, but, he's off to chase something else. So she gives a look around until she finds that delicious smell. Then she starts to head towards Sion. Because food was good after a long flight.

For her part, Jacali seems thrilled to see the hungry hutt mufkins -- her favourite, should you ask anyone that knows anything about her. The gulp? She'll take that, too. After living in the Nestt of Reekcats, she has learned that sometimes, you really just have to eat garbage. She stops paying attention to Good Boy, which draws some more plaintiff 'reehhhh's from him, reaching a weirdly humanoid yet viciously clawed hand toward her as she moves away to claim her prize. "For once, you do not disappoint." Harsh.

The Arkanian doctor begins stuffing her face -- politely, of course -- with the questionable cuisine, her too bright eyes shifting toward Sion and the cart that they're pulling, her brows lifting high with her interest in that spicy smell. She glances between Vili and Sion, before one of her gloved hands lifts, her mouth still stuffed with the mufkin. She wants to call out for some, but the mufkin, it's so dry!

She turns her attentions to Vandred, chewing on a bite that's almost too big for her to actually close her mouth around, eyes vaguely watery as she jerks her head toward the cart. Come on. You know what she's saying. She believes in Vandred. ... well, okay, that's a lie, but she at least has enough faith to believe that he can figure this out.

At Mydas' outbreak, one of her brows lowers to allow another to stay quirked in question. It's then that she notices the older Chiss lady, her head tilting as she observes this new face curiously. It's then that Rheisa is approaching, and a frown tugs at her lips. She knows what the hunter is thinking. It clearly displeases the doctor.

Speaking of food, Sion finds a good spot to set up her cart, pulling out the table leaves and setting a stack of disposable bowls and a canister of disposable spoons into their respective receptacles. Lastly, she pulls up the signposts and puts up her own banner: *Socorran-Style Bantha Chili* Now she just has to hope somebody's hungry!

Meandering his way into the market with his dubious droid 'Buckets' wheeling along behind him is Sajin; King of Drik. Despite wearing his VOID armor, the helmet was off and clasped to his utility belt on the free side. Dreamy hazel eyes look about the different vendors hawkishly. What could you offer a man who had almost everything? Not much... other than some weapon modifications and possibly a newly advanced fighter craft. Then again, more intersting things have been found at markets like this before. He didn't look like he came with much to offer anyone else, either.

Vandred's head is turned away from Jacali - he's too busy watching the crowds, apparently delighted at being in the mass throngs of life. His gaze flits from person to person, adjusting his posture a little bit as he watches a few that walk with longer limbs, or on forelimbs - all of it watched by him.

Oops. There's Jacali giving him a look. He follows her gaze over towards the cart, then up towards the banner. Then back down. There's a pause. Oh. His brain catches up. The he looks towards the Reekcats, and he frowns behind his helmet. Oh, that's right. He shovels out a few of the mufkins, letting them all fall on to the floor - so the Reekcats have their sacrifice. Then he puts his current food and drink down beside Jacali, and turns and begins to walk towards Sion.

Vandred does fall into the queue however, rather than trying to make his way to the front. You can't just barge into queues. There's law and order to be taken into consideration.

Tovana blinks and glances toward Gryph as she hears him complaining about the lack of his favorite brand of music around, only for him to be distracted by Vili's cigarette. "Huh... they weren't kidding..." she notes quietly, blinking. And then she catches sight of another stall being set up, her gaze first setting on the banner before noticing who's running it. "Oh, hey Sion!" Tovana calls out, waving to her before making her way over. "That smells pretty good..." However, before Mydas can even reach Vili, his attention is snatched away from him by the succulent scent of chili. He inhales deep, turns right, and spots a Soccoran behind a stall with the food.

<"Ohhhh yeah.>" Mydas says with an trailing, dreamy inflection. He walks towards the Soccoran's chili stall and stands in line, rubbing his hands together in a wanton manner as he did when he saw the hookahs.

"I know Snyx... you're hungry too. But don't worry, one of these nice ladies is going to sell us some delicious meats..."

Vili looks at Sion as she passes with her cart, until his focus is pulled by the Highly Exotic Togruta with the... handbags? The Togruta is familiar, but Vili has never really seen her artistic productions before.

He raises a hand, with a black cigarette in between his grubby pink fingers, to try and get her attention.

"Hey, you there! Discerning young lady! I can tell just by looking at you that you're in the need of companionship. Companionship which 'I' would be glad to provide!"

Quickly, he pulls out a reekcat, the hissing one and holds it out so that Everyone Can See It Hiss.

"You see? A GREAT companion, indeed!"

Vena gives a look over the different places to get food, but she's not much of a picky eater. Military life does that to you. The woman spots the line for Sion's chili forming and her long legs eat up the distance to get a spot in line. On the outside, the Chiss with the streaks of silver in her hair is calm and poised. On the inside, there's a person happy about FOOD. She gives a nod to Vandred when he gets in line as well. Then Mydas is heading the same way and she lifts a hand to wave to him.

That pair of montrals swivels over the tops of some passing heads while Rheisa's feet continue along present course, relying on echolocative sight while her eyeballs are temporarily engaged in gawking at Sion's cart. Nostrils flare, detecting that there's more than bantha in that cauldron of edibles and she's a /hunch/ that ingesting a bellyfull will result in disaster. For her shipmates. The pale, grey upper lip curls up in a decisive 'no' face.

Eyes turn to front and feet draw to a halt. Her nose is inches from that tiny, hissing maw. Once more her lips pull back, but this time into a smile. A toothy one, in which fangs unfurl to says "What this is?" ALl handbags are shoved into one arm's hug so that a hand's free to reach up for the little creature and tooooooooouch?

Sion waves to Tovana, and smiles at the sight of people starting to line up. Looks like Vena is first! "Good evening!" she says in her best market voice, lifting the cover over the bubbling cookpot. "Would you like some chili? It's my own recipe!"

"Companion," Jacali speaks, finally able to swallow what she had in her mouth, blinking hard. She looks between Vili and the Togruta, huffing out a snooted breath. "Not fashion. Not food." She's oddly picky about who's adopting these hissing menaces, it appears. Perhaps they are her kindred spirits. She stares hard at Rheisa, her eyes narrowing as she watches her get near and make with the questions, her datapad tucked away into her satchel. Now she's done it. She's made her put away the datapad. Mark this day, it is the first of its kind.

She turns her gaze only briefly to Vandred, waiting in line for -her- chili, before she snaps it back to Rheisa. She doesn't know about this.

Vandred takes Jacali's look over to him as some sort of indication that she wants some social interaction. So up comes his armoured arm, and he stretches it up - those nearby can hear the pop and crack of tendon and gristle as his arm straightens up an inch or two more than looks really comfortable, and he waves it avidly in Jacali's direction.

Then he sticks his thumbs up towards her, some really obvious gesture. You know, because you can't show that you have a giant stupid smile on your face because you're wearing a big helmet. So up come Vandred's thumbs. He then promptly shuffles forwards in the queue, waiting for Sion to address him.

Just as Vili prepares to hand the reekcat over to Rheisa (this one is Snyx), it suddenly hisses and claws at Vili's Other Arm!

And Snyx was supposed to be the good one...

"Dammit! Here, take it!" Vili's normal greasy charm evaporates as he starts patting at the deep scratch marks on his arm, blood already visible.

For some reason though, Snyx doesn't seem to act up when he gets handed off to the Togruta...

Somehow, and no-one really know, Sajin ends up in the long line for Sion's chili. The Hapan purces his lips, standing on his tip toes and tilting his body to see where exactly this line ends up. He turns to go back where he came, but other's have started to form the line behind him. "Oh no..." He turns to the side. He could step out, but everyone knows. EVERYONE KNOWS that you can't step out of a line once you've gotten into it. You'll lose your place! But why does Sajin need a place. Becaues then you'll have to start the process all over again. Now it has to be seen through. Hunching his shoulders, he lets out a sigh and moves when the line does, and waits when it halts.

Mydas spots Vena as she walks up to the chili line, and waves back at her. <"Top of th' day, soldier. Any good jobs as of late?"> Mydas steps up through the line as it starts to move.

Vena gives a bit of a nod to Mydas, "No jobs as of late. Finally got a ship though, so that's been nice." she admits as she waits in line. "How about you? Anything exciting or still dealing with that one job we did?" she asks him. Apparently they had worked together! "And the chili smells delicious." she adds with the ghost of a smile.

"Okay, okay.... lissen up!"

Vili looks around, but his voice isn't exactly commanding enough to draw everyone in. His potent stench cancels out any charm that he might have, leaving him basically just a sketchy guy talking softly near a burn barrel.

So he turns his coat onto an Even Higher Setting, and his Holographic Overcoat shines brighter than before, hopefully drawing the gaze of everyone.

It makes the reekcats in his satchel hiss something fierce though.

"If I could have your attention, everyone! I'm here today because we have a Serious Problem on the Smuggler's Moon. NOBODY is spaying and neutering their reekcats! That's why the Zeltron Syndicate would like to extend to you all this opportunity to help the plight of these poor snarlin' bastards... by giving us whatever you can spare. Or... by taking one of these unfortunate reekcats home with you TODAY!"

He holds out another reekcat, which snarls and hisses so ferociously, that anyone who gets within two meters of it is probably a simpleton.

Vili's holding it by the scruff of its neck.

Predictably, he gets bitten again.

"We... uh... also take non-cash donations. Or... maybe you'd like to donate your unwanted goods in exchange for a cash payment? It's all for the suffering reekcats!"

He's starting to lose blood now.

Sion, seeing that line forming, dips out a bowl of chili for Vena. "Two credits please, or a good story. I know that's not much of a price, but at least I'll break even," she explains, never losing her professional smile. "And honestly, the story doesn't have to be /completely/ true, just as long as it's good." She dips out one for Mydas, and another for Vandred, and one last one for Tovana. You've got to be good to your roommate, after all.

OH! OKAY! Rheisa's double-take at the baleful look Jacali's sending her way is briefer than brief because SNYX! "Is....companion?" She sounds doubtful, even in that accent of hers. Hairless brows arch ever so highly in observation of Vili's shredded arm while she herself manages to find /that/ spot on the reekcat's nape capable of being snared. It's a /bit/ bigger than thimiar. A touch more hefty than your typical duracrete rat. Her jaws stretches into a thoughtful yawn. Maybe she's sizing it up, maybe she's just tired. Maybe Snyx has sensed that his existance on this mortal plane is skating on thin ice and he'd best accept a momentary truce - one predator to a another.

Fortunately for Vili, Rheisa has two hands." The bags loop on arm instead and she scoops the murderous furbeast out of Vili's hands. "Is nothing for frrree. I give you discount on bag of your choice, for these two," she decides with a resolute nod. "See for self? Can touch." Her eblow angles up and out, awkwardly displaying the bags for his examination. The second cat starts to get a little squirmy and hissy pissy, so she does the next practical thing and holds it by the neck...in her mouth.

Tovana watches the exchange between Vili and Rheisa, narrowing her eyes a bit at the hissing creature Vili was holding out. "Yeah, definitely not," she notes to herself with a light chuckle. She moves to the side of Sion's stall as people line up, not wanting to get in their way, and then catches sight of Vili getting clawed at by the creature he was holding. She winces, then notices it calm down in the togruta's hands. "Maybe they just don't like him." That theory is seemingly confirmed as Vili holds up another reekcat only to be bitten again. Tovana just shakes her head. Noticing the bowl set out for her, Tovana flashes Sion a small smile. "I was just going to wait, seems like you've got a crowd here now," she notes, gesturing toward the line. "But I'm definitely not going to turn down your cooking!"

Even though Sion is already holding out the chili, Mydas's attention is again captured by something else: the troublesome reekcats. He at first crosses his arms as he observes them, and then takes two steps forward.

"<What an adorably vile, violent, clawed, and untamed creature willing to lash out and strike or kill anything even when it's trying to help you-->" Mydas says towards one of the reekcats, as though it can understand him. He then draws his blaster pistol and adjusts it to its lowest stun setting.

"<You'll make a fine addition to the Gearhead crew, little one.>"

Finally, the line moves and moves and Sajin is at the destination. Food. "Oh thank Prevus!" He exlaims, looking towards Sion. His eyes narrow a bit before going back to their normal openess. "I know you..." He did, she fixed him up after he chucked a hand nuke at speeder bikes on Tatooine. "You make this?" He asks, hand pointing towards the bubbling bowl. "I'll take one." Though. the Hapan's attention to caught by Vili and the Reekcats he's poorly handling. "Awww.... they're so precious." Even with all the hissing and scratching. "Maybe I should get one for my daughter.... oh hey, is that Rheisa..." He waves his arm widely, shouting. "HI RHEISA... CAN I HAVE A CAT TOO?"

Vandred now has Chili. Question Complete: 1/1 - Return to Jacali.

He pays - and tips - Sion as he departs with his helping of chili, ambling his way over towards Jacali in a very round about fashion that ensures he doesn't get inbetween Vili and.. His.. Sale.

He does, however, cough at Mydas as he brings a blaster pistol out. Holding the chili in one hand, towards Jacali.

"Please do not attempt to shoot the animals. I've seen them all mob up on one person. It doesn't end well. They can get inbetween the armour plates. Lots of chewing."

Sion shrugs, offering Mydas's bowl of chili to Sajin. "You do, I know you too, and I did, indeed!" she replies, her smile returning. "My price is two credits or a good story." Vandred's payment, along with that tip, draw a smile from the Socorran. "Thank you very much, sir! Please eat in good health!"

Jacali gives a bit of a scowl to any and all that get in the way to catch it, snatching up Good Boy, stuffing him into a satchel, and storming off in a huff. Strange gal, that one.

Vena takes the bowl from Sion that she was giving to Mydas or well, the next one after Sajins! "I'll pay for his as well." she nods to the man with the short attention span. Once those are collected she tips her and then heads towards Mydas, "You forgot your chili." she tells him. Then she looks to one of the reekcats and there's a curl of her lip at one, "They're somewhat endearing." she states. "But if one bit me I'd not stand for it." she growls out as she looks over the yowling cats.

Mydas considers Vandred's warning for a moment, and then holsters his pistol. That and because the Cartel didn't like him waving his blaster around in public. He finally takes his bowl of chili, cants his head towards Vena respectfully, and leaves a tip to Sion.

He kneels down and glares at one of the cats. <"You. I'll call you 'Stinger. Mydas considers Vandred's warning for a moment, and then holsters his pistol. That and because the Cartel didn't like him waving his blaster around in public. He finally takes his bowl of chili, cants his head towards Vena respectfully, and leaves a tip to Sion.

He kneels down and glares at one of the cats. <"You. I'll call you 'Stinger.' Prism'll have to bathe you, though.>" He rises up and nods to Vili. <"If you can wrangle a collar on 'im, I'll take 'im.>"

"Oh wow... that's some high quality merchandise..."

Vili looks at the bags fondly, clearly impressed by the workmanship. "I uh... have a mild fascination with leather. What did you say the Vili Discount was, again?"

Picking up the belt and the purse, he looks them over carefully, hopefully not getting too much of his natural griminess on it.

"Step right up, the rest of you... the Zeltron Syndicate is giving cash for your unwanted items. For the reekcats!"

It's a bit questionable how this actually benefits the cats, but Vili isn't exactly a shrewd businessman, or qualified to run a charity. He does, however, actually seem to want to get the cats to good homes.

Rheisa trades off the reekcat to under arm containting first one, a manuever that has them more or less cradled to breast. IS one of them...it's purring. It's purring! The Togruta issues a soft thrum in exchange and cranes her neck around to search for Sajin after hearing his voice. "You want??" she points downward with a free finger, disrupting Vili's viewing as the bags go swaying aside.

But oh, yeah, sale. "I sell for..." she mulls it over. "One hundred credit, each. Is almost half price." Being honest by nature makes one a shit haggler, but alas. "This one mohnkeee leezard," she bumps the handbag with her knee.

Tovana considers for a moment as she watches the exchange between Vili and others with the reekcats. "What do you think?" she asks Sion. "Think a pet would fit in at the apartment?" Of course, hearing Vili's advertising again, she remembers she did have something to try to pawn off on someone. Approaching the Zeltron, she unrolls the item she had under her arm to unveil a pair of ripped swoop pants. "How about these?" she asks him. "Cursed pants. The previous owner is doomed to forever be losing their pants somehow, this pair in particular got caught on the door in a clothing store when someone opened it and tore at the waist!"

Sajin stares into space a moment, unsure what to say to Sion. "I ah... well. I got on a lot of missions. I mean, I could tell you really ugly and bloody stories but..." The Hapan hefts a sigh and reaches into his fanny pack and pulls out a bunch of credits... "Give me a big helping and take all this." Once that's done, he moves towards Rheisa, shoving hot Chili into his mouth messily. The redish sauce staining the sides of his lips and possibly some even dripping onto his armor. "You drive a tough bargain, Rheisa... here..." He just grabs a handful of credits from his pack in hand and gives them to the Togruta. "That should cover it. I need a pet for the embassy and for Anya to play with." It's probably going to eat his face..

Vena picks one of the cats up, one that she's managed to show who is boss. "I'll take this one." she tells Vili. She places the thing inside her jacket and zips it up. Makeshift transport. There's a look to Mydas, "Well, looks like food and a pet have been acquired, anything else that you were looking for in here?" she asks him.

"Ouch! Goddamn... uh... darlin's..." Vili barely manages to avoid having a public tantrum as he is bitten once again by a hissing, feral reekcat. This one is especially frothy at the mouth, and really doesn't seem to appreciate having been kept in a pouch all this time.

"They're... so precious... aren't they just adorable?" One of the vaguely possum-esque creatures spits on Vili's chest.

"Okay... we've got some goods to sell, courtesy of the Zeltron Syndicate. Remember, the Zeltron Syndicate cares as much about YOU as it does about Nar Shaddaa's starving feral reekcat population..."

Looking into his bag, Vili tries to find some sort of leftovers to sell to the assembled crowd.

"What about... some Lerrimore Shadow-Plates? Barely used... who'll give 500 credits for them?"

Mydas dabs some of the delicious chili on his gloved index finger and holds it out towards the feline he called 'Stinger.' Stinger snarls at the Mandalorian and claws at his already-scratched mask, but Mydas doesn't flinch. The cat lets out a violent hiss at Mydas, and he still doesn't flinch. The reekcat and Mydas seem to lock eyes...and wills. The reekcat eventually bites Mydas' gloved right index finger just to get to the chili. He dabs more chili, and the same almost-literal cat-and-mouse game between Stinger and Mydas continues again until Stinger eats the chili.

When the plates are offered, Mydas rises, and Stinger brushes up against his legs as he does.

"Sold," Mydas says to Vili, and then nods to Vena.

Sion blinks at the abundance of credits Sajin just gave her. "Oh... thank you!" she calls after him, a little bewildered. She doesn't question it, though, quickly slipping the cash into her jacket pocket. She can always use money for this month's maintenance! At the sight of Tovana's 'cursed pants', she blushes and slowly ducks down behind her chili pot.

Vandred looks from side to the other, at all of the little trading going on. He coughs, only to mutter at Vili when he has a moment. "I have a blowgun and some darts. Or I'll buy something off you. I'll also donate a bit for Jacali's sake."

Vena waves a credit chit at Vili, but, Mydas is quick on the draw! "Dang." she laughs for once. "See, the cat knows who the boss is." she muses to Mydas. Then she looks to the one in her jacket, "You're going to need a bath. I might regret this more than the burns I got on Jakku." she admits.

Mydas faces Vena.<"Didn't find any Onder-Metal, but I'm starting to think the only place you can find it is...well...Onderon,> Mydas says. <"So unless anyone here has a carbine, I'm a little on the empty-handed side. Besides this epic Soccoran chili.>"

Mydas kneels down and dabs more chili onto his index finger, and feeds it to the increasingly docile hell-cat.

"Sounds like you need a trip to Onderon." Vena points out to Mydas. "And I don't know anyone with a Carbine sadly." the Chiss states after she chomps down a bite of chili. Delish. There's a chuckle to the chili feeding, "He's going to be all riled up later. Just watch." she states.

Tovana coughs a bit as her sales pitch doesn't seem to get much of a response from the Zeltron. You'd think someone raised by Jawas would be a better haggler! Maybe. "Well, they'd probably at least make for a decent bandage or something?" she suggests with a small shrug. She blinks as a few of those reekcats actually find new owners though, with seemingly everyone but Vili able to handle them.

"Actually... that's... probably a really good idea. Maybe the ghost that lives in the pants will bring me good fortune, and help the clotting process..."

Vili usually looks pretty terrible, but the infected reekcat wounds and the loss of blood are definitely not helping his usual deathly pallor at all.

His hand is actually shaking as he puts the cigarette back to his mouth and inhales the lovely purple smoke. The smoke makes everything better, and makes everyone around him more attractive, too bad it doesn't work in reverse.

"Here... have some money." He shoves a haphazard fist full of credit chits toward Tovana, and becomes the proud owner of a pair of haunted pants.

They'll go great with his Holographic Overcoat. The way it works is... it doesn't.

"Enjoy," Rheisa says to Vili around a mouth full of reekcat tai-foot-gah what is it doing? It's like they can twist around in their own skin, or something...

She promptly hands it off to Sajin and accepts the credits in one fluid gesture. Get a cat, sell a cat? Sure why not. It'll go toward the 'Umak needs new pants' fund, for sure. The creds get tucked into a pouch on her belt, under the knife, and her remaining cat continues to be held in a relentless lock against her torso. Which the felinoid seems honestly okay with. Rheisa's breath undoubtedly smells like lunch, so maybe it's hoping she'll share.

"Vili," she remembers the name, "Is much blood, yes? Maybe you need see doctorrr? Go to Wayside? I will watch rrreekcats."

Sion, hearing Rheisa's suggestion, overcomes her momentary shyness and emerges from behind the chili pot. "She has a point, sir. I could try to patch you up," she offers to Vili. "I'm a qualified medic. That way you wouldn't have to go far, and I won't charge for it. I could honestly use the practice."

Sajin squees? the big dude wearing the armor with a higher kill count than a lot of Mandalorians in the Galaxy, squeed. Yes... he squeed as Rheisa handed him the reekcat. He instantly holds it to his chest, "You want some food little guy..." He offers the thing chili and this. This one act of sharing food with this creature placates it enough to become Sajin's friend. He avoids getting bite and scratched... for now. "Alright... let's go." And so the handsome Hapan turns and starts to make his way out of the market where he can find a pet store to buy some more necessary items for its care.

Mydas actually gives the violent, chili-loving reekcat a scruffy pat on the head, and then looks up to Vena.

<"Riled up? Good! Not only will ol' Stinger fit in with the rest of the squad, but then we can start teaching him to claw out eyes. It'll be hilarious!>" Mydas says, lifts up Stinger, and allows the filthy, violent feline to loop itself around his shoulderblades. <"And come to think of it, there is an outstanding beast-killin' job in the jungle. Wanna make some money?">

Tovana hands off the pants to Vili and blinks at the amount of credits handed to her in return. "Umm... thanks," she says quietly. She eyes the Zeltron over for a moment, noticing the shaking. "On that note... you really don't look too good there." She nods in agreement to Rheeisa and Sion as they suggest he sees a doctor and Sion offers to help patch him up. "Too bad Nubri wasn't here..."

As Vandred mutters nearby, Vili slowly turns his head and gives him an Extremely Cold Stare. "I didn't take YOU for a blowgun enthusiast... a bit SUSPICIOUS all things considered..."

But, as his bloodshot eyes start to look a little glazy from the blood loss and hallucinogens, Vili smiles at Vandred behind his sketchy blue Homeless Zeltron Beard. "'Course... if you ever need any blowing LESSONS... I've been a practitioner of the art for years. No pressure, just something to keep in the back of the old noodle next time you're alone and feeling a little experimental."

Everyone seems to be noticing that Vili is Not Well, except for Vili himself. He usually feels Not Well, so perhaps he's immune to the sensation. He merely brushes off the suggestions from Rheisa and Sion, with an overly dramatic handwave.

"Don't worry... this is nothing. I've had worse cuts at Red Tar parties under the bridges of Zeltros... now come on... who else has a charitable donation they'd like to sell me?"

Either he doesn't get how this works, or he's operating on a different plane of reality than everyone else.

Looking back at Vandred, Vili quietly mouths 'Call me....'

Vandred's helmet covered head stares blankly at Vili, then pans towards the rest of the group. Then back again.

"Um."

This is all the man manages. He makes another 'Um' noise, then pans his head around again. One can practically feel how lost Vandred has become.

Vena gives a bit of a look around and decides it's time to get going, "Give me a ring should you need help with anything." she tells Mydas. Then the Chiss is heading out with her newly acquired cat and liquor. So the night wasn't so bad!

"Vili," Rheisa tries again, sidling up nearer with Snyx. Snyx's purrs begin to change pitch and the audbile *pick*pick* of claws against Rheisa's 'shirt' suggests he's envisioning ways to rearrange Vili's face. "Tell this to me: Can dead man spend credits? Can dead man get..." her expression reads as 'gross' before she says it "Blow?" A solemn headshake. "No. You listen to this one," she points to Sion.

Mydas dabs more of the chili onto his gloved index finger, and Stinger, the black-as-coal reekcat, nips it from his index finger.

"<C'mon, Stinger. Time to make a killer out of you,>" Mydas puts his recently acquired stealth plates into a thick shopping bag and walks out of the Night Market, pleased with his "purchases".

Sion can see the wheels turning in Snyx's head, and that laserlike focus on Vili. "No, don't worry, I'll come to you," she says, moving to join the greasy Zeltron. She reaches into her medpac, finding the disposable gloves. "Show me where they bit you? Clawed you? All of the above? They can carry disease." Admittedly, Vili's probably carrying plenty of that already, but the Reekcat claws likely bear worse conditions.

"Okay, okay... you've made your point, darlin', and your concern is much appreciated... and also you have very lovely eyes... and did I mention I really know my way around a blowgun?"

Vili says all of this while in the middle of unwrapping the oldest of the bandages. The one that was holding his left forearm together after the reekcat bit a chunk out of it.

As the bandage starts coming undone, an extremely unpleasant smell begins to fill the night air. This is not abnormal in the Night Market, and it's not abnormal anytime Vili is around, but THIS particular smell is especially foul. The smell of rotting flesh, and quite a lot of pus.

As the wound is revealed, it's obvious that the infection has set in all around the initial wound site, and has caused his forearm to swell up and generate a giant pus-filled abcess everywhere a reekcat's tooth made contact with his skin.

"See... it's... ugh... actually... that doesn't look great."

Tovana blinks a few times at the exchange between Vili and Vandred and shakes her head, quickly shoving it from her mind. "I'm not sure if he's delirious or just like this..." she mumbles. And then she sees the bandage come off his arm and her eyes widen before she quickly looks away. "Okay, really, I think he needs to be taken to a clinic!"

Vandred, somehow, AMAZINGLY.. Does NOT upchuck his breakfast quite literally everywhere.

This is especially good because the inside of his helmet is the only 'anywhere' he currently has available to him.

You can pretty much hear him choking and gagging in his comlink, doing his best to try and keep everything together.

...Ew. Rheisa does her best not to recoil when that nastiness is unveiled because hey, she's been there. Those scars slashing up her collarbone, shoulder, and back? Akul, bitch.

"See?" She feels vindicated, though. "Doctorrr is good." But she's not touching that with a ten foot pole, herself. The gruta moves away, making room for the healer to do her thing while she looks in on what's left of the reekcat population.

Meanwhile, Vili also manages to not spew any colorful vomit all over the place, mostly due to his stern constitution and the whims of fate. This is especially fortunate for everyone around them because Vili's vomit is notorious for projecting much further than most peoples, and for usually being composed entirely of hobo stew and Wookiee hairs.

"Look, nobody likes a know it all... I'm perfectly willin' to admit that I MAY have let this go on too long... but that's only because the Hutts own all the insurance companies on this crap moon!"

Despite his complaints, Vili holds his oozing, pus-filled arm up for treatment. He slumps down though, taking a bit of a rest beside his nice warm burn barrel.

The rest of the Reekcat population is casting eyes on Sion. It's probably the scent of chili clinging to her clothes. "Miss, can you keep them over there?" she asks Rheisa, trying to keep her mind on her healing. And her lunch in her stomach. Seriously, EW. But she works, carefully cleaning the injury. "At least it's draining well," she says, noting the bright side of the dripping pus. "Just hold still a moment. This might sting a bit." Which it does, and more than a bit. But that's often the price of disinfectant in action.

"HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

This time, it's not the reekcats that are doing the hissing. It's just their Patron Saint, Nar Shaddaa's most colorful vagrant, who is currently sucking in air through teeth that are clenched entirely shut and a mouth that is spread almost hideously wide. He's not a big fan of pain, poor Vili. And there's no safe word for pus-draining.

Well, maybe on Corellia.

"Jibbers! The hell are you pourin' on my arm.... WITCH DOCTOR!?" Every muscle in his body is tensed up, which is not as dramatic as it sounds, as he's made almost entirely out of skin, bones, and intravenous drugs.

"The pain! The PAIN! I... need a pill..."

Vili's eyes roll back in his head, and his body relaxes completely as it slumps backward.

He'll be fine, and so will the reekcats.