<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=42346">OOC</a></div><br/><br/>Saa'Kat awoke in his bed and sighed. He had been hoping that this was all a dream and he would wake up in his hut with his wife next to him and his hatchlings asleep across the room. But no, this wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. Saa'Kat had been in Slave City for two days now, nearly three weeks if you count the time he had been held by the Greys for observation, and he was missing his family and his tribe. He swung his feet off the makeshift bed and threw on some rags he had been given when he arrived, it was just a pair of pants and a poncho stitched together from scraps of cloth that had been dug out of the scrap yard for him by Ni'c when he showed up at the bar naked. Good old Ni'c said to him "Can't have you swingin' that thing all over the bar and scarin' off my customers now can I?" before giving it to him. Saa'Kat was slightly hung over as he left the rental rooms behind the bar and entered the main area of it. The hangover didn't bother him, the other Shik'Nii here had taught Ni'c to make the fermented cactus juice that his people enjoyed drinking and it reminded him of home.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Nik'ti passed a Shik'Nii on his way out of his room, the poor man looked sad. Nik'ti wasn't wearing any clothing, his people had never found purpose in it and nobody in Slave City seemed to care, so he only donned his uniform when working in the upper levels for the Greys. Nik'ti had spent nearly a month alone under the Greys' observation and it had made him a little unstable. He was normal enough except for his constant need for companionship, which was far greater than normal, even by his people's standards. He had spent his first week in Slave City curled in a ball in the scrap yard sobbing until Ni'c had found him and rolled him back to the bar and coaxed him out of his ball. He was now a functioning member of society in Slave City and had a number of friends thanks to his compulsive need for companionship. Nik'ti entered the bar and stood at the bar, his people can sit, but when he does so he cannot see over the bar so he stands, and simply basked in the buzz of the bar, it reminded him of the colony.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Gahma stood quietly in the corner of the bar, staring at all the tiny peoples bustling around and drinking their drinks. He was oddly amused by them and could stand there for hours and watch them before getting bored, which was happening right now in fact. He wanted to talk to someone, but who? Every time he tried speaking to people they rushed off, maybe he was too slow when he talked to keep their attention. He stirred slightly, shaking off a thin layer of dust that had gathered on him from hours of standing there watching people and took a few steps toward the bar. He didn't know what he was going to drink yet but he would figure it out. He was slow moving but he eventually got there and sat on the floor in front of the bar, staring at Ni'c for an amount of time that would make most people uncomfortable as he pondered the age old question: What can I get you?