<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black & gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Nair; Sink; Drack; Max | Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>"Oh, Adora was a<em>total</em>Regina George.  Prolly why I dropped her on her fat head, honestly.  Some subconscious desire to knock her down a peg or two."  She considered that thoughtfully, then blinked and giggled at him, giving a shrug.  "Who knows.  Like, our tastebuds are probably totally different, and what apples and buttermilk taste like to me is completely different from what they taste like to you.  And, the coolest thing about that is<em>we'd never know</em>, 'cause it'd be like trying to describe color to a blind person.  Spooky, doncha think?"  Her eyes widened and she wiggled orange-stained fingers at him as she did her best Boris Karloff impression for emphasis, then snickered before looking back to Sink.<br/><br/>"Full name Ja'sia V'doris, but I much prefer Jay to the way you pinkies pronounce it."  Her grin widened at him and she ducked briefly to see if she could find any lime juice, voice rising from behind the bar.  "I dunno where Shegane hid the limes, they might be in the stores and I'm not going back in there.  The drell prolly has them saved to keep your lot from dying of space scurvy."  She popped back up and gave an excited, if properly muted, squeal at the arrival of yet another human.  Max's hope of not being included died as the energetic asari scooted down the bar to lean across from her with a broad smile.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Jay, that's Namir and the cyborg is Sink.  D'ya want a drink?  I'm playing bartender while the real one's off goofing around somewhere shirking her duties.  I can't make anything fancy, but we're all having rum and cokes.  Or...oof, you're not feeling so hot huh?  What do humans drink when they're sick?   Chicken soup, right?"  She glanced at the other two in question, and was just about to respond to Namir's response to her mention of the briefing...when the door opened and the krogan came in.  Her head canted as he joined the others at the bar and ordered a drink, brow furrowing as she turned to scan the bottles.<br/><br/>"That means a high proof, righ-"  The commotion behind her made her turn, a bottle of Everclear in one hand.  She blinked once at the fact that Sink was now bleeding on the floor and Namir seemed to have been caught in the crossfire, and walked over to put the bottle of 190 proof alcohol in front of the krogan.  "Here ya go!  I was just gonna tell everyone about what the councilor told us about the mission.  Sink, you need some napkins?"  She gathered a handful and held them out toward him with a grin.  Apparently the asari was quite used to krogans.<br/><br/>"So, anyway, apparently the batarians fed a bunch of humans this fungus that infects them and turns them into mutant mummies."