Somewhere between the Jasmine and the hairstylist, Sheila' s stomach starts to turn.    She should've put her foot down at the beginning.  She asked the attendant.  "May I speak to someone please."  Very quietly she added. "My coworker says he's paying for me and I have to know what I owe him."  Internally, she's kicking herself. so long as it's less than 3800

The Cathar comes when called by Sheila but her earnest plea seems to fall on deaf (or at least initially unhelpful) ears.  She speaks to the human in calm tones, quietly enough that Heigren isn't privy to the conversation.  "Please, be assured that the bill is already paid for in full, and a gift given in the spirit of generosity doesn't need to be repaid.  Your colleague has a good heart and while I would not hazard to suggest that his motives are entirely pure," she adds with a mirthful grin, "I have met people like him before.  To many Zeltron the act of providing comfort and pleasure is reward in itself.  If the issue of being in his debt bothers you that much," she adds after a pause, "then my suggestion is to put it out of your mind, enjoy the treatment and be at peace.  Then, when you're back at work and his guard is down, pump him for all the information he's worth."  She gives Sheila a crafty wink and then gets back to stylin'.

Janine sighs and settles back to let the stylist finish.  Honestly, the woman had taken care of her main fear, that of this being totally out of their price range (ok, it would be if this was anything more than a one time thing.)  Of course, the other issue might be control issues, hers.  Letting go was hard, letting someone else be in control was hard.  "It's kind of hard to let someone else drive, if you know what i mean."  SHe saw herself in the mirror and tried to keep her jaw from dropping.  She hadn't looked this good since prom.  And she hadn't been able to replicate that look either afterward.  The stylist seemed satisfied with her reaction.  "You know, the rest of them won't recognize us." she commented to Vyn

She got dressed again and took the package containing the robe.

Heigren wasted no time whisking Sheila out the door, down to ground level and down the street.  He had memorised the location of his next stop and it was only a few blocks away so we walked.  This time his stop was not a high-class spa or luxury botique, but a fairly ordinary looking cafe.

Sliding into a booth he looked at the menu briefly then waved over a server.

We'll have two of your. . consults the menu again, Galaxy-class hyperwave sundaes with an extra jug of chocolate fudge each and two cups of caf.

Once the server had gone he smiled at Sheila.  Having fun Janine?  I've never got to do anything like this in my life.  Not sure how I'm going to fit everything I want to do in the time we have here!
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The serving girl who comes up to take their order is a partially attractive Human girl.  The parts that aren't so attractive are still pretty, though; they just happen to be metal.  About a third of her body appears to be made of cybernetic prostheses - both legs, one arm, metal plating over part of her abdomen, diode webs across her throat and one side of her face.  While she does her best to hide the diode web attached to the left side of her face (by letting part of her long hair hang over that cheek) the rest is buffed to a burnished shine.  She's not the only staff member here who has prosthetics, either - a little over half of them do.  She has easily the most extensive, though.  Her name badge says 'Jadda'.

"Welcome to the Iceberry Parlour," she says automatically, her voice carrying that metallic burr of a synthetic voice box.  It lends her beautiful voice a somewhat exotic quality.  She writes the order down and nods.  "Great choices, sir.  I'll be back shortly."  She offers them both a smile and heads off.

"So, have you figured out where you want to go to dinner and which show, and what the dress code for those places are."   and are you going to have any money left for tomorrow. "We've got two weeks, got to spread it out a little, make sure we don't run out of spending money."  inside she wonders what might have happened to the girl, and the others, she has a bad feeling it probably involved the Empire and possibly the various rebellions and the interestions between.  She made a mental note to read the history of this planet more thoroughly.  "SO what else are you thinking about?  You sure you don't want to fly swoops?"  She teased  "Although it sounds like it's going to be more than a one day thing for them, so we should show up and watch at least once."

Heigren shrugged when Sheila mentioned money.  I've spent my whole life without money, only having what I could earn, beg or steal.  I've gone many a day without food or shelter.  So the concept of having no credits tomorrow doesn't worry me.  I can always get more.  Besides, I still have a room in a 5-star hotel and 24-hour room service, all free.  Hardly roughing it.

He looked at his datapad.  Not fully decided what I'll do tomorrow yet.  There's an art gallery showing Twi'lek post-modernist holographic art.  There's also a durosteel plant and speeder manufacturer that offer tours.  Whatever I do, it wont be swoop bikes, not my idea of fun.  I might wager on them though.

As for the rest of today.  Just sit back and enjoy the ride.  He grins mischeviously.

Janice raised her hands in surrender.  He had a point, there were always board games.  "So  how fancy is this place tonight?"

Fancy enough that we'll both have to go shopping for fancier clothes this afternoon.  I planned to go shopping anyway as I only own two pairs of clothes and I've patched them so many times I'm not sure what colour they originally were.

Indeed his clothing would seem out of sort with the locations he's visiting today.  His clothes are a motley collection of various styles and colours which are faded and patched many times.  They wouldn't look out of place an a vagrant.
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"Well, then, after we pad our stomachs a bit, I suppose we should go shopping. " She pulled out her padd and started looking up the appropriate stores for the fancy gear and then the more moderately priced stores for the other stuff.  Then the ice cream sundaes and caf showed up, brought by the pretty waitress.  The size of the things negated the need for lunch, well, probably the need for any calories for the next two days.  "Well, I'm going to be good until dinner. This takes me back to being a kid,"  She looked at some of the dresses in the ads, noted that she would need new shoes and she would have to find some good costume jewelry that would work for other things, should she ever have to truly dress up again.  "The factory tour sounds interesting, so does the art museum, think we could fit them both in?  We can ask the others tonight if and when they're playing swoops again, and we can show up and cheer them on.  Kimy  and a couple others might be interested in the factory."

Everyone should do whatever they consider to be fun.  Otherwise what's the point of living?

Heigran eyed the gargantuan sundae before him.  He tasted a small sample of each component: nuts, chocolate, wafer, ice cream.  He stared at the pot of chocolate sauce then looked up at Sheila.

Um Janine.  How does one eat these things?
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In reply to Heigren (msg # 18):

Janine hid her smile.  "In small bites, with a spoon.  Is there any part of it you don't like?  Now that you've tasted them all?   If so, scrape that out, pour the sauce over it and Don't eat too fast.  Not allergic to any thing that you know of, are you?"

You mix it all together?  Seriously?  Heigren looks truly perplexed but follows Sheila's advice.

First he carefully pours the entire contents of his of chocolate sauce on the sundae and then picks up his spoon and scoops up some sundae, ensuring he got a little bit of every component on the spoon.  Then he tasted it and grinned.  His look turned to one of surprise, then awe.

That's amazing!  I've never tasted anything like that before in my life!

He began eating it faster and faster then suddenly dropped his spoon and grabbed his head.

Arrrgh!  What's happening?

In reply to Heigren (msg # 20):

"I told you not to eat too fast..  It's the cold. Just stop for a bit and drink some caf, slowly'".   She will watch him carefully to make sure it's not just the ice cream headache.  And she WILL NOT laugh.

Heigren drank some caf as Sheila directed and slowly the pain went away.

Owwww.  This food should come with a warning.  Very tasty though.

Heigren continued to eat, just a LOT slower.  As he ate he spoke to Sheila.

This is definitely a day of firsts for me.  First world I've visited other than my own.  First time I could walk down the street without worrying about being arrested.  First time I've eaten an ice cream sundae and first time I've been in the company of an ex-Imp. . .uh. . .someone who used to work for a certain group, who's throat I haven't wanted to slit.

He toasted Sheila with his caf as he made the last comment.
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"I appreciate that.  Of course, remember what your job is."   THey're supposed to be undercover.  THey're supposed to actually be imperials.    "Now, eat carefully.  These are big."  She flipped through the shopping guides, looking at prices and finds a couple midpriced boutiques.  "How about these for the regular clothes, And then this."  She found a store that looked like it would have clothes appropriate for the restaurant level she understood him to have in mind, at a level she thought they could afford. "For the nice stuff.  We'll have you properly clothed."

He ate more slowly as instructed, waving away Sheila's concerns about their cover.

Surely you don't believe people don't hurt and kill each other just because they belong to the same organisation.  Especially the organisation that we're talking about.  'Accidents' tend to be an occupational hazard from your friends as well as your foes.

Heigren compared his notes with Sheila's.  He'd planned to travel to a shopping complex he had found on the net.  It seemed to have a variety of fashion stores from basic through to the ultra elite. 

Want to have variety.  I have a lifetime of shopping to catch up on.
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The shopping opportunities, predictably, are extremely good.  Anything from hobo-chic to high fashion are available within a very short trip.  They could spend several fortunes just on shoes, if they so chose.  One thing they don't find anywhere within the district, though, is a second-hand clothing store.  Presumably that would be far too down-market, dahling.

"I suppose that looks good.  Lots of stuff in one place.  However, may I suggest that we get the regular clothes first, midlevel, then go for the fancy stuff.  Get your clothes to match your looks."   They'd made headway through the icecream sundaes, but honestly, one would have done for both of them, plus maybe Mik, , , ,Kimy too.    And she had to give him his comment about the imperial military,   There had been reasons she'd left. On the other hand, there needed to be some care taken, even here.  At the same time, hopefully no one to take offense at them being 'imperials'.  That could be bad too.

Heigren seemed surprised Sheila wanted to shop together.  That's fine.  I can watch you climb in and out of slinky garments for an afternoon.  Lead on.

He inserted his credit chip into the payment slot and paid for their food, leaving a healthy tip as well.  He moved towards Sheila.

Let's shop!

Sheila hails  a taxi to take them to the mall area that Vyn had mentioned.  This time she pays.  Once they get there, she will help him find some regular clothes.  It's her opinion that she has enough regular clothes, but Vyn needs to be outfitted.  Only then will she start shopping for herself.  AT the same time, it's obvious she grew up middleclass, her tastes are almost stereotypically imperial middle class.

The 'mall' is really a collection of building complexes.  They could get lost in here for days looking at clothes.  A vast array of stores spreads out in front of them as they enter - clothing stores, electronics stores, personal droid sales, haberdasheries, general stores, grocery stores, the occasional adult entertainment store, cafés (presumably for when people get too hungry to shop) and more.  It's an impressive sight and it's difficult to know quite where to start.  As they enter, though, they notice several well-labelled maps.  About three minutes of planning a route has them set and off they go.

There's a lot more in the way of fashion options for women than for men (which is pretty typical, really, right across the Galaxy) but nonetheless both of them have tons of options.  Whatever they want they can get - with the exception of some particularly specialist kink-related clothing, there are other districts for that - as long as they have the creds.

(( OOC: Feel free to describe what sort of clothes you get and what you get up to.  There's a lot to do here and by the look of it lots of different species; Zeltrons are amongst them so if Heigren isn't feeling relaxed now - particularly after the day spa treatment - then he's probably never going to be. ))

Janine finds a fullservice men's store with fashions and prices she recognizes from the map and ads and steers Vyn towards it.  "Why Don't you get a few changes of clothes from the underwear out. 1 to wear and two to take with, then we can look for dressy stuff, then fill in whatever you need.  If you don't like these styles, you can get the basics here and this this and this store have different styles."  Again her choices are very stereotypically middle class.

By the time Sheila has finished talking she notices Heigren had wandered off.  He isn't hard to find (he draws a lot of attention, especially from women) and Sheila would quickly spot that he's walked into a far more vibrant, far less practical and much more expensive looking store across the way, specialising in vibrant formal wear.

JAnine shakes her head and catches up to Vyn.  "Fine, get your formal wear first."  The only thing she's concerned about is possibly a Pretty Woman reaction to his clothes, such that they won't even look at his credit stick first, but he's grown up and laid back, so she'll wait and see.  And the spa didn't.