<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/13431d5efcebcc887d827079efd6f14a/tumblr_midmpmJE7E1rlxy60o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Ensign Sofie Doortje</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outside Astrometrics</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Shrass Athrun</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Learning the Layout</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Lt. Arthrun</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Cranial antennae.  Hair so white it looked silver against the blue skin.  Andorian.  Sofie quickly ran through what she knew about them and came up blank except for the fact there were, maybe, four genders and it took all of them to mate.  How did that even work?  It was hard enough finding just one person you wanted to kiss, but three others?  That axe at his belt looked interesting.  What was it used for?<br/><br/>"I'm not lost," she said quickly.  "It's just that here is not here," Sofie tapped at the plastic map with a hint of frustration.  "Either the map is wrong or the bulkhead numbers are off or they've changed things around since commissioning her.  I don't know which and I am trying to make sense of it."<br/><br/>"And largely failing.  Maybe you can help?"  She extended the map towards the Andorian.  "Ensign Doortje," she added a moment later then looked across at him, her eyes level with his own.  At least he wasn't a midget like everyone else on board.  And he looked like he knew the gym as a fun place to go and not just something to endure.  Sofie tried to remember if Andorians were pound for pound as strong as humans.  Sofie moved to stand beside him, their shoulders almost touching.  "See, right here-"