<div class="floatleft">(http://orig06.deviantart.net/2289/f/2015/028/4/e/ryuko_by_kr0npr1nz-d8fqyq6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kathryn Foss<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 11, 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ready Room 04<br/><strong>With:</strong>T'chak, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Kathryn nodded. "No worries, big guy. I dunno much about the place either. I can pub crawl though." She guided T'chak through the park, going on a rambling side tangent about the difference between foliage grown in full, low, and microgravity as they passed various examples of them. Apparently there was some debate among urban planners about which was best for lunar colonies. The path she led him on followed the same winding, rambling path as her speech, headed squarely for a vaguely specific nowhere. "Anyways, pub crawls. The trick to finding a good one, much like finding a good place to eat, is to find the middle of nowhere and look for something that doesn't look like what you're looking for. Ah, speaking of-"<br/><br/>She trotted over to a nondescript black door and tugged it open. "This looks like what we want." Beyond the door lay what appeared to be a featureless service corridor. "Yes... this'll do." She strode down the corridor calmly, beckoning her her companion to follow. "Watch your head." When she reached an unmarked elevator, she thumbed the button and climbed in. "Bit cramped with the both of us in here. But yeah. Apparently this is some sort of Japanese thing. They like putting businesses in weird places like this. I think it had something to do with how rent works or something." The elevator hummed, the lunar gravity preventing them from determining if they were going down or up.<br/><br/>With a ping, the elevator stopped and the doors began to open.<br/><br/>"Well, let's see what we've got."