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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jurai: Liadra is sitting, awaiting her shipmates' arrivals, the bridge of her ship quiet and relaxed.  Her crew of Androids are scurrying around and manning the vessel as necessary.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Benthesquid: "Cap'n,"  says Aran, swaggering onto the bridge.   "Where to?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: VinGoodman: Revion enters the bridge, and takes the time to scan the ship and the various androids scurrying about.  "Well, I made it. This is one interest contraception. I wonder how one goes about forging this." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yanisa: Cerridwyn steps out of the shadows, while she narrows her eyes and observes everyone in the bridge  " So, yeah, what is the plan? "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tonberryking: Last to arrive, the warrior medic Sophie keeps apologizing to the androids scurrying about as she invariably gets in their way, standing in back of everyone with her hands clasped together like she was sent to some Space-principle's office.
  
   "Um... If anyone needs me, I was going to just wait in the med bay..."  she explains,  not  explaining that it's the only place with a gurney that will fit her as a bed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jurai: "We're taking off right now."    Liadra says as she wheels around to face the crew.    "General Quarters until we leave Golarion's atmosphere."  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: tonberryking: "Oh, alright then.  ...May I ask where we're headed, Captain?"   Sophie seems vaguely relieved, still looking down at her shoes mostly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jurai: "Akiton, more than likely.  The warp drive's a little busted."  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: VinGoodman: "Akiton, you say."  The blank look on Revion's face betrays his lack of knowledge about the destination. Realizing he had little to add to the conversation, he turns to exit the bridge.  "I will be heading back to my quarters then. By the way, you wouldn't happen to have any interesting reading material on board I can browse while we travel, would you? I particularly enjoy writings about the arcane. Or perhaps a book on, ah, Akiton history or culture if you have such a tome handy?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jurai: "Yes, I do.  The galley includes a well stocked database of knowledge for all of our potential destinations."    Liadra says.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yanisa: " Ah, the red planet. I was looking forward to deserts and cold. " Cerridwyn's tone is surprisingly neutral, even though the the sentence feels sarcastic. " What's the Estimated Time of Arrival? "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: VinGoodman: "Akiton...red planet...it all sounds so familiar..."  Revion mutters to himself as he leaves the bridge, presumably to his quarters.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jurai: "When we get there, Lt. Cerridwyn."    Liadra says.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: VinGoodman: In the midst of the awkward silence that ensues, a sudden flutter echoes in the bridge as a tiny bird flies in and flits about the androids trying to do their job in the face of the sudden distraction.  "Vanya! Vanya! Get back here!"  The intrusion of the bird is followed by the intrusion of the franctic elf with outstretched hands. Revion pauses briefly with an apologetic nod to the captain.  "Ah, sorry captain, it appears my most uncooperative  P-E-T  is finding the room not to her liking." 
  
  As if in response to the derogatory tone, the hawk swings by and flicks the elf on the overly pointed left ear before continuing her unguided tour about the bridge.  "You did  NOT  just do that! Come back there!"  Revion resumes his chase with a string of utterances in a strange mixture of foreign languages perhaps best left untranslated.