[Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson
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				Title: <strong>[Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malkavian</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 09:38:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Babylon Project was our last, best hope for peace.<br><br>A self-contained world five-miles long, located in neutral territory.<br>A place of commerce and diplomacy for a quarter-of-a-million humans and aliens.<br>A shining beacon in space, all alone in the night.<br><br>It was the dawn of the Third Age of Mankind<br>- the year the great war came upon us all.<br>This is the story of the last of the Babylon stations.<br>The year is 2259; the name of the place is</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(https://geekoutsw.files.wordpress.com/2017/01/clearlogo-597.png)</div><br>With a silent whine imperceptible to all but the most sensitive of ears, the <em>Robinson</em> transitioned further into the hyperspace corridor. What few passengers remained close enough to their viewports to stare outside did so with no small degree of wonder - and instinctual anxiety. Incredible though it was to be able to traverse vast distances of space in manageable timeframes, the dangers involved were always relevant - and never forgotten.<br><br>But in spite of the inherent excitement of space travel across sizeable distances of the galaxy, there was little during the voyage that had offered distraction. In the several weeks since the <em>Robinson</em> had departed Earth for Babylon 5 it had stopped but a handful of times, and then only when mandated by the captain's schedule. Scant few individuals came aboard the old Bradbury-class liner when it did so; mostly, passengers departed for the planet's surface, causing the ship's already small compliment to decline yet further.<br><br>Yet in spite of the meagre number of passengers, the voyage was not without its troubles. Space-worthy and well-equipped though the <em>Robinson</em> was, it was not free of its quirks: it's environmental controls were experiencing considerable problems, and little the staff could do seemed to better their state. As a result, most aboard the passenger liner had trouble sleeping, as their quarters were invariably too hot, too cold, or possessed weird smells and sounds which seemed to emanate from the air ducts. The ship's doctor did his best to proscribe sleeping pills when requested, but if this proved beneficial to the general mind-set of the passengers it was scarcely noticed.<br><br>It was fortunate then that the Robinson was sizeable enough a spacecraft - and it's passenger complement a fraction of the norm - that those aboard it did not struggle to find a measure of privacy and isolation when desired. Though none of cabins were particularly comfortable due to the environmental controls, there remained enough of them that relocation was entirely possible if one discomforting factor proved particularly intolerable; and for those seeking a more active distraction, the <em>Robinson</em> possessed a fully-equipped gymnasium, a staffed dining room, a vidroom, and also an observation dome.<br><br>To their credit, the <em>Robinson</em>'s crew had done their level best to accommodate their varied passenger base, and had made certain to include a cook who could cater to the preferred culinary preferences of each species that had come aboard during the voyage. Few had deigned to dine together, however, as the lack of sleep had made most keep to their own company, thus forcing the staff to rework the availability of their kitchen to accommodate everyone. In spite of this, the cook remained among the most cheerful of souls aboard, and his varied fare, which included a number of Narn, Abbai, Human, Brakiri, and Centauri dishes, was always fresh and appetising - or at least it was to those who partook of such meals.<br><br>In full view of a number of tables, a vidscreen was inlaid, broadcasting the latest Interstellar Network News feeds through StellarCom. The staff, under normal circumstances, might have offered to change the channel to something more enjoyable for whichever passengers were visiting the dining room at the time; but with recent events being as they were, the generous offer was politely ignored, and the ISN feed kept active.<br><br>Late into the voyage though the <em>Robinson</em> now was, the news channel remained thick with speculation about the recent death of Earth Alliance President Luis Santiago, who had passed away when <em>EarthForce One</em> had exploded over Io. His Vice-President, William Morgan Clark, had been sworn in and promptly promised to continue his predecessor's policies, as well as maintain the continuity of the government. By comparison, the supplemental news stories touching on the past attack on Raghesh III by the Narn seemed lacklustre, with the Network certifying that tensions between the Narn and Centauri were diminishing - a fact that many amongst both factions might quickly declare a bold-faced lie.<br><br>A final news summary about the increased raider activity along mercantile routes - and an seemingly innocent, yet still prominent, remark about how the rise in attacks seemed to have been inspired by the increased trade put forth by the Minbari Federation - rounded off the Interstellar Network News segment, and the vidscreen was switched off. What food could be carried over to another day was moved into storage, and the empty plates were cleaned and rehoused in their respective spaces. The staff bid goodnight to the few passengers who had opted to dine so late, and reminded them - almost apologetically so - that they were only a day and a half away from Babylon 5. With that comforting thought in mind, the few active passengers slumped off to their chosen domiciles, sealed shut the door behind them, and attempted once more to get a good night's sleep.<br><br><hr><br><em><strong><span class="bbc_u">GM Notes</span>:</strong> Welcome, everyone, to our Babylon 5 campaign!<br><br>You are all aboard the Earth-registered spacecraft</em> Robinson<em>, a liner en route from Earth to Babylon 5 - a journey which has taken several weeks so far. It's entirely up to you whether you boarded the craft on Earth, or if you were one of the passengers picked up during one of its few scheduled stops in Earth space along the way.<br><br>Although space-worthy, the</em> Robinson <em>is old and nights have proven uncomfortable due to the environmental controls. This means that few people have spent much time together, in spite of the ship only having a minimal passenger compliment.<br><br>Whether your characters have conformed to this same pattern of isolation is entirely up to you, but I'd like everyone to provide at least one post detailing what they've been up to during the voyage, as well as anything else you wish to put out there: their thoughts on recent galactic events that might be known to them, how they're handling the journey so far, and what they might have been doing prior to coming aboard. You can provide as much or as little detail as possible, but please keep in mind that this is the point at which you'll be finding your character's feet - best to make use of the opportunity now before you reach Babylon 5!<br><br>In line with the above, I'll let you all determine whether you'd like to have met, or spent time with, one another during the voyage so far. This can lead to you guys working together on RPing out some scenes if you wish, but this isn't mandatory. Again, it's just an opportunity to engage in some character establishment, as well as kick off some RP.<br><br>There are other passengers, and you can engage with one or more of them if you wish, but for the most part they've been keeping to themselves. (I'd rather give you all a chance to focus on your own characters and inter-party RP than interrupt with NPCs, but am more than happy to introduce some if you wish.)<br><br>However you choose to spend your time, I ask that you detail events no further than your characters turning in for the night, as suggested above in the opening post. At that point, you will be a day and a half out from Babylon 5. When everyone is caught up to this same moment in their stories/scenes, I'll post again to move us on.<br><br>Let me know if you've any questions. Otherwise, have fun, and get started finding your characters through play!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 15:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Du'Gar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, corridor outside Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Du'gar's text<br><br><hr><br>Journey on the Robinson was anything but comfortable. But for a Narn exchange student that had to deal with living on mars with a <span class="bbc_u">tight</span> budged, it is practically a pleasure cruise. Even if most of his time is spent working on fixing that, or this, as the old lady was nothing if full of minor problems, regular maintenance, the occasional petty crisis, and finally the client requirements. At this point of the voyage, he has learned that any fix he'd make to the personal quarters of a passenger would last a day at the best before failing again. Luckily once they reach Babylon 5 it would no longer be his problem as that is where Du'Gar's contract ends and he can seek a respectable Narn transport to take him back homeworld. <br><br>While his reason to leave Mars earlier than intended were of death in the family, he is also glad he is getting out now. Assassinations of leaders tend to herald worse times. Particularly for aliens, and it was also high time to get home. There is a war brewing with the centauri and he didn't like the idea of being stuck in middle of humans and not on the front lines. Swallowed up in his thoughts, he doesn't pay too keen attention on who is next on the list of clients, and he parks himself with his engineer's outfit next to the door of Lyssa's cabin and presses the bell, waiting for the buzz of the system to let him know that message is being transmitted.<br><br>"Engineering for the requested maintenance." He speaks, attention down the list, flipping a page before adjusting his toolbelt that clanks with the many heavy implements. Not a biggie for the large wide shouldered Narn, they'd carry just fine. His eyes scanning at the what was required to be fixed, only lifting the gaze of the red Narn eyes when the door opens only to stop to stare at across the doorway in silence: A stunned silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-03-2021, 23:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Once again he reminds himself that this is a Passenger Liner, it's schedule is going to be different. This ship was meant to be a comfortable ride, not a fast one. As far as he knew a fast cargo ship that made *no stops at all* could make Earth to Babylon 5 in about 2 days. Granted, the odds of finding a fast cargo ship willing to make *no stops at all* between Earth and Babylon 5 is about the same odds of finding Snow along the Bakiri Equator.<br><br>Still, you could find ways around that if you were clever. Zaphir would hesitate to say he was <em>clever</em> per se but he was willing to put his mind to a problem for a long time if he had too. You'd be surprised how similar that is sometimes.<br><br>For example, something wrong with the environmental controls in the guest quarters. Out of curiosity he tried to get his list on the problems by quarters. He smiled when he discovered that in one case the main two issues were that the lights refused to work for very long and it got too warm for it's Abbai occupant. Too Dark and Warm for an Abbai?<br><br>It would be a bit of a stretch to say he was getting *good* sleep cycle but a little horse-trading and he was definitely getting better then most. Next - Food. The Brakiri were naturally nocturnal, to everyone else this was the evening but right now he was getting up and looking for the human drink Coffee. Closest these others had to Eiroko, did fine. Which of course gives him the idea of making lists of cross-species food equivalents but he has to file that away for later.<br><br>The next problem was that the kitchens closed just about halfway through a proper meal cycle. Fortunately he had a professional reason to talk to the kitchen staff, about suppliers and equipment and if they just so happened to slip him limited access to the kitchens for after hours - who is to say, right?<br><br>That matters later though. For now, Coffee. Need Coffee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 02:45:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>OOC: @TheVillian:&nbsp; you can decide if Harper and Zaphir have spoken before on the ship.&nbsp; I am good with either way. :) <br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><hr>Life had been going good for Harper, she had recently earned her degree in PHD in Linguistics.&nbsp; She was sorta sad to have left Minbari where she was part of a student exchange program that was to foster understanding between Minbaris and Humans and she had really enjoyed her time there.&nbsp; She had been on Minbari for 3 years and during her time there she had studied languages, mastered Minbari Light, learned more about the other major races and galactic history.&nbsp; The Minbari's history files were larger than what she had access to at the Dubin University.&nbsp; <br><br>Her parents had been excited and sad to see her go so far away and she understood, she would have liked to be closer to them as well, but Babylon 5 was the place to be if you were a linguist.&nbsp; There were so many different races passing through the station on every day, that she would never run out of languages to study.&nbsp; <br><br>Another worry was the death of President Santiago and what it means for the future of the Earth Alliance.&nbsp; it was such a shock and everyone was reeling as they waited to see what happened and why.&nbsp; She was personally was concerned about President Clark, while he was chosen by Santiago, he was a compromise choice to bring in more votes.&nbsp; He had pledged to keep Santiago's policies, but she was taking a wait and see attitude with him.&nbsp; <br><br>And now she had been on the Robinson for several weeks and she was regretting getting on the ship.&nbsp; It was the first one that would arrive at Babylon 5 and had been cheap and now she knew why.&nbsp; It was falling apart, the crew were working themselves to the bone to keep the old vessel running, but they weren't keeping up.&nbsp; She could never tell what temperature her room was going to be at, some days it was boiling hot, others it was freezing cold.&nbsp; She spent her time wandering the ship, trying to find a comfortable place to read.&nbsp; She was going to be an expert at finding nooks and crannies for reading after this voyage and everyday she had to find a new one as the one she had used the other day was now having temperature problems.&nbsp; <br><br>She her time talking with people willing to talk, especially of different races to practice her languages.&nbsp; When she could find people to talk to, she would find a warm place to read in.&nbsp; Of course she could be reading and suddenly a comfortable place could turn uncomfortable either from a blast of heat or cold.&nbsp; She was currently wandering the corridors looking for a new place to continue reading up on Brakiri language and making notes on things she had learned from conversing with Brakiris. <br><br>She was making the mistake of looking down at her datapad as she was walking and nearly ran into someone, barely stopping herself in time as she twisted out of the way.&nbsp; She apologized in Brakiri as she flushed in embarrassment, "&lt;Excuse me, I should have been watching where I walk instead of reading.&nbsp; I hope your morning has been going good far?&nbsp; Or at least as well as possible under the circumstances.&gt;"&nbsp; She smiled happily as she spoke pretty good Brakir. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 07:26:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Okay, admittedly that's a bit of a surprise. The Human Commerce language took a bit to learn, and Babylon 5 was *basically* a Human station so him learning in made sense. It was rather annoying that when a Human did bother to try to learn someone else's language it was usually either the Minbari or the Centauri. He understood those choices to *some* degree given the Earth-Minbari War and the Centauri Contact but Brakir - that was the Language of Commerce in the Galaxy. At least it was if you asked a Brakiri about it.<br><br>So the human female actually speaking Brakir, well - this morning was already off to a good start.<br><br>"<strong>&lt;Not bad. I can tell you learned from a textbook, but you learned well.&gt;</strong>" he gives with a grunt. Having managed to procure some Coffee he can't help but take a loud sip.<br><br>"<strong>&lt;Just like how you can probably tell I just woke up, sorry. I'm being Rude. Zaphir, of Water Clan Ak-Habil.&gt;</strong>" he gets out, then taking another sip. There were all sorts of space stories of brave traders and explorers who drink their coffee black. Nope. 2 Creams, 2 Sugars. Practically a Latte by his standards but it's fine.<br><br>"<strong>Or should I be practicing my Human, considering how my customer base is going to be.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 15:03:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40100000/Beni-Ninagawa-wagakki-band-40132716-900-1200.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Sora Fujiwara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Sora boarded the Liner on Earth. Babylon 5 would be her first posting by Psi-Corp. It was surprising as usually postings like that was given to more experienced telepaths. Sure she graduated top of her cohort and completed internships in the Administration and Law Departments of Psi-Corp, but it was not usually enough to garner such a posting. So here she was.<br><br>As she boarded the Robinson, she noticed her fellow passengers avoided her once they spotted Psi-Corp's signature badge and gloves. It was like that most of the time, that is unless they needed a commercial telepath to keep their contracts and agreements above board. Well, at least it gave her some form of privacy. <br><br>The cabin that she was given was quite spacious, at least bigger than what she was used to on Earth. The liner, at least for the first leg was quite empty. Then the little issues began. The environmental systems were somewhat unpredictable. Too hot, too cold, and then there were the sounds. At least her cabin was not hot. She could never stand the heat. You can only take off your clothes to an extent. No, her cabin was freezing. That she could deal with. What she could not deal with was the constant bombardment of the strong emotions that came from all the feelings of discomfort on a daily basis. Even with her shielding, the thoughts came through and it gave her what seem to be a constant headache.<br><br>It was because of that that she avoided everyone, that was even harder as more passengers boarded the Robinson. Then the news came, the destruction of Earth Force One. It was something that she would not have predicted would happen. She isolated herself after that, looking for areas where she could be alone and away from the rest of the passengers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>18-03-2021, 17:05:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Du'Gar<br><hr><br>Turning to the door, Lyssa found her automatic response - a friendly, welcoming, diplomat's smile - freezing on her lips.&nbsp; For a moment, she was acutely aware of the lack of potential escape routes... then she managed to clear her throat, and nod.&nbsp; After all, in spite of her shaven head, many people mistook her for an Earther rather than a Centauri, and had there been a Narn terrorist on board the Robinson she would surely have very <em>pointedly</em> found out about it long before now....<br><br>"Thank you.&nbsp; The temperature fluctuations, I can cope with.&nbsp; But the, ahh...."&nbsp; She gestured towards the tastefully-obscured air vent, from which a smell akin to overdone meat was presently emanating.&nbsp; "I have no idea what species this is meant to comfort, but it is distracting.&nbsp; And I'm concerned that by the time we reach Babylon 5, everything I own will smell like an untended barbecue."<br><br>From the look of the room, she was indeed part-way through repacking her travelling possessions - presumably in hope of protecting at least some of them from the distinctive aroma.&nbsp; And though her accent in English was the polished upper-crust of an international diplomat - with only the rarest hints of her Centauri origin - some of the clothing on view clearly hailed from her native culture, as did the small statuettes of a couple of her favoured deities which oversaw the suite from a side-table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 02:57:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Harper nodded at the tall man, "&lt;It is nice to meet you Zaphir, of Water Clan Ak-Habil.&nbsp; My name is Harper Lee, please call me Harper.&gt;" She paused in her wandering as she talked with the Brakiri as she sipped his coffee, his face still displaying his tiredness.&nbsp; Which Harper could completely understand, she knew she had black rings under her eyes revealing that she hadn't been getting enough sleep recently. <br><br>Smiling happily at the complement to her Brakir, "&lt;Thank you,&gt;" she tilted her head in thought and then suggested.&nbsp; "&lt;Why don't you speak Human to practice it, while I speak Brakir, to practice it.&nbsp; And we can correct each others pronunciations when needed.&gt;"&nbsp; She shrugged, "&lt;Forgive me, I love languages and been studying languages all my life.&nbsp; I have recently accepted a position as Translator for the Earth Alliance on Babylon 5.&nbsp; So I am always looking to improve.&gt;"&nbsp; <br><br>She was enjoying meeting and getting to have a conversation with a Brakiri, a race she hasn't had much contact with recently, "&lt;Are you on your way to Babylon 5 or somewhere else?&gt;"&nbsp; She asked curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 07:51:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Well, that was definitely interesting. In a weird way it made sense too, would at least help with her intended career. Good to have friends on the station.<br><br>"<strong>A Translator? Well, you're about the have a very interesting career Miss Harper.</strong>" he gives with a low chuckle. The human tongue felt like talking with a block of wood in his mouth but it was popular. Sometimes, you just give your customers what they want.<br><br>"<strong>A bit of advise for Brakiri then? Your basic pronunciations and grammar are fine - but when my people leave the homeworld usually the motive is somehow financial. Learn some Business jargon, a little Economics, some Banking terms - and you'll blend right in. Never hurts to learn what your customers want before they step in your door, right?</strong>" he gives with that smirk.<br><br>"<strong>Can't say I'm an exception either. Babylon 5. Business.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 08:19:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Du'Gar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, corridor outside Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Du'gar's text<br><br><hr><br>It was one thing to hide one's centauri self from other aliens, but to do so in front of a Narn? Someone who's born to hate, grown to fight and taught to kill centauri. One capable of detecting one with naught but wiff. There lingers an awkward silence as the narn stares with his red eyes directly at the centauri, even after she's explained her needs.<br><br>For what seems like the last moment before the Narn smashes the centauri's head in, he lowers the pad in his hand and looks at the air vent. "My apologies. It has been a long shift. Let me check that for you. Luckily, you can live with the heat, because there's absolutely nothing I can do about that one. It's all in the central furnace end and we can't do anything without shutting the thing down completely and letting it cool down - which would mean freezing to death. And we don't want you pretties to become icicles." <br><br>The narn moves in looking around the room. "That centauri fashion? Explains the lack of hair. Taken a bit of influence from 'em? Bet you look very fetching in them, just don't try enslaving us as well." &nbsp;Letting out a chuckle as he slides the pad down into a pocket hanging from his belt, and proceeds to dig out tools to open up the vent grill and look underneath.&nbsp; Probably wasn't the first centauri cosplayer he's seen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hawkwood</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 13:38:25</strong>
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				<strong>Character</strong>: Rev Lt-Cmdr Dr Jackson Grant<br><strong>Location</strong>: Robinson, Observation dome<br><strong>Time</strong>: Evening<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Extra</strong>: mood music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_CTYymbbEL4)<br><br>--<br><br>The news reports had left him unsettled and unable to sleep, so Jackson decided to go for a walk. The big yellow warning signs about gravity transition were plastered all over the hallway, and it was with practiced ease that he went from walking to 'swimming'.&nbsp; After spending so much time down the well there was something reassuring about being back in space. Not just the never-ending clatter-clank-beep-whirr of ship systems, but also the slightly odd feel of spin-gravity. It was an odd juxtaposition; silence was so much a part of life on a ship, but the <em>silence</em> on Earth had been unbearable. Waking up in the middle of the night to the still silence gave Jackson nightmares about being trapped aboard the drifting hulk of the Lex. The endless cold inimical to life gnawing at...<br><br><em>Deep breath. Focus.</em><br><br>He tightened his hand on one of the rungs built into the wall - the paint long warn thin by countless other hands to reveal bare metal - and propelled himself onwards / upwards towards the observation dome, mind still troubled by the sudden memory of the Lex. <br><br>He was dragged from his thoughts by the breath-taking sight of the black beyond the dome. The sight of stars, silent and perfect, always did that. It was beautiful-terrible, and always gave a thrill of adrenaline and fear in the pit of his stomach and a grin on his face. Ancient explorers must've felt the same when they lost sight of the land; iron-hearted people in their hulls of wood. It seemed like such a luxury to have so much 'glass' in a hull, something he'd never gotten used to. His ships had always been armoured, dark, and spartan. Even in its dilapidated state, the <em>Robinson</em> still felt so open and luxurious with so much unnecessary space, and so empty.<br><br>"There" he said to no-one in particular as he found a space to 'hover', oriented towards the dome so that it was 'forward', and the airlock was behind him. One of the first medical officers he'd worked for had been keen on classical music, and the taste had stuck - much like the fondness for tea - and so the dome was soon filled with the gentle, restful tones of Strauss. With his preparations done, he pulled out the thumb-warn, travel-scuffed copy of the <em>Missale Romanum</em> and began to read. <br><br>Every time he read the front page, he was reminded of a quip made by a disbelieving and non-comprehending lieutenant: <em>not the kind of missiles we need out here in the black, doc</em>. But the time-warn words had always been a place of comfort to settle the spirit, rather like the Strauss and the view.<br><br>"Deus, in adiutorium meum intende. Domine, ad adiuvandum me festina. Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen. Alleluia!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>19-03-2021, 13:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Du'Gar<br><hr><br>Briefly somewhat confused, Lyssa offered a low and rather nervous laugh.&nbsp; "Ah, thank you.&nbsp; I shall be grateful for whatever help you can provide.&nbsp; Especially when it comes <em>without</em> the risk of freezing to death!&nbsp; And, ahh, the lack of hair is supposed to denote a lack of political affiliation.&nbsp; A desire not to be bound by past mistakes, among other things.&nbsp; Though I hope that it also looks fetching, yes."<br><br>Standing out of the way, she folded her hands in front of herself, watching wide-eyed and wary - but hopeful that she might get through this encounter without undue unpleasantness... and maybe even with a 'fix' to the aromatic oddities.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 04:08:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Du'Gar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyssa's room.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Du'gar's text<br><br><hr><br>Du'gar doesn't take more than a minute to open up the vent. A flashlight is procured and he looks inside and humms in thought. "Yah, it smells like a stinker in here alright. Can't see anything outright. Might be something deeper." Flashlight clicks off as he sets it back on the belt, picking up another tool from the box. A remote controlled mini drone that he sets up on the duct. <br><br>"It probably is a rat or some other critter, died from one reason next to a radiator exhaust, and boom. You got a stinky room." The radio controls in his hands, he guides the little bot deeper into the system and nods. Well, looky that. It is a rat. Just behind the corner too."" And soon enough the bot arrives back to the entrance, dragging the carcass out. Du'gar bags the drone and remote on his handy bat-utility-belt.<br><br>"I'll get that bugger out and to the dump. Too bad we don't have a pak'mara onboard, it'd enjoy that, no doubt."&nbsp; Snickering at himself while holding the rat by it's tail. "The smell should ease up soon. Anything else while I'm here? Broken mirror, creaky drawer, late dinner?"&nbsp; He clearly forgot he was wielding a rat while propositioning this lady.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 08:22:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Harper couldn't help smiling and nodding in agreement at the comment about learning business terms, "&lt;I have learned more financial and business jargon learning Brakir then I ever did with any other language.&gt;" &nbsp;She paused speculatively, "&lt;Business makes the worlds go round, although that old English euphemism doesn't quite work anymore or sound right in Brakir.&gt;"&nbsp; She shrugged as she talked with the tall man.&nbsp; "&lt;I will definitely keep that in mind and study more business terms in the different languages.&nbsp; I expect I will be translating many contracts, especially since I will primarily be dealing with the League.&gt;"&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled as she turned and walked with the tall man toward the kitchens, it helped to stay warm to keep walking.&nbsp; She personally had already eaten, but she had no desire to stop her companion from getting his breakfast as they talked. &nbsp;"&lt;From all I have read, Babylon 5 is the place to go for interstellar trading.&nbsp; What kind of business are you involved with?&gt;" &nbsp;She asked curiously as they walked.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>21-03-2021, 13:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Du'Gar<br><hr><br>Looking somewhat queasily surprised, Lyssa gently shook her head.&nbsp; "I, ahh, honestly had assumed that it was some species-specific setting intended to make a particular race feel at home," she said, voice a little hoarse.&nbsp; Dragging her gaze away from the dead thing to the Narn brandishing it, she swallowed.<br><br>"I suppose that the troubles with the environmental systems must be playing havoc with some of the sensors.&nbsp; The Robinson is a rather lovely ship in most ways, and I would not have thought that it would have such stow-aways."&nbsp; At least, not anywhere that passengers might be remotely likely to encounter them.&nbsp; "But, ahh, sorry.&nbsp; No, no.&nbsp; I think that the only other issue is the ship-wide fault that's been making the journey rather memorable for all of us.&nbsp; Though I, ahh, think that I might go for a bit of a walk now.&nbsp; Try to give the... atmosphere time to clear in here now that I know what I've been smelling."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-03-2021, 04:25:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>The Brakiri walks a bit slower than ideal, the universe deciding to remind him of the leg then he's had the physical therapy to work that through at least. Still, this was turning into a better conversation than he's had in a while.<br><br>"<strong>&lt;We have one we like even better. 'War is The Continuation of Business By Other Means'.&gt;</strong>" he says in it's original Brakiri so that she can hear it.<br><br>"<strong>Granted, that's more because it sounds Dramatic more than it is Accurate but it does sound Good.</strong>" he gives with a bit of a chuckle.<br><br>"<strong>Nothing so grand as Interstellar Trade between empires. I just noticed a bit of an economic hole in kitchen supplies for people who live on the station and intend to fill it. Where things go from there, we'll see.</strong>" he gives with a smile.<br><br>Of course he doesn't mention some of his other plans, some of them not exactly legal - but really, who needs that complication?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2021, 22:58:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Harper slowed her walking speed down to make Zaphir's as she noticed his limb, but didn't bring attention to it as she continued talking with the tall man and frankly, this pace was easier for her shorter legs anyway, so she was just as happy to walk at this slightly slower pace.&nbsp; And it made it easier to check her datapad for Brakir words that she wasn't sure of.&nbsp; <br><br>"&lt;Hmmm... 'War is The Continuation of Business by Other Means', yes that does flow off the tongue very smoothly,&gt;" she nodded in agreement.&nbsp; "&lt;We use a similar saying,&gt; <strong>War is the continuation of Politics by other means</strong>, &lt;as you can see, they are very similar, but also different.&nbsp; Speaks to why our peoples might engage in war.&gt;" &nbsp; The willowy raven haired linguist mused to her companion and chuckles in agreement at how dramatic it sounded. <br><br>"&lt;We all gotta start somewhere,&gt;" she smiled at Zaphir's quip about his business not be some grand interstellar trade between empires.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't going to be in the thick of things with translating, she was probably going to be translating various low level documents, meeting notes of the League herself.&nbsp; "&lt;And food is important to everyone.&gt;"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>24-03-2021, 07:37:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Du'Gar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyssa's room.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Du'gar's text<br><br><hr><br>"You give this hunk of junk too much credit." Du'gar snerks and glances at the vents. "The 'alien' quarters are the only ones that might come with rotten carcass smells. Or sulfur based athmosphere. And there ain't many of those on board. And trust me, you'd know if you were in one." <br><br>Also, ouch, rebuffed. No dinner with the centauri fan. Not that she can blame her, that was after all an area of interest that would pretty heavily lean a lady to hate narns, given the past relations with the two peoples. "A walk. If you fancy, I can take youi for a stroll in the parts where passengers don't get to tread. I know it ain't much to see the maintenance areas, but it's a change to the 300 meters of public promenade you have here. Besides, having a dive in Zero-G is fun every now and then" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>24-03-2021, 22:50:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"<strong>Explains possible Peace too,</strong>" he gives with a bit of a smirk, "<strong>Leaving idealism for the idealists, Usually whichever is happening is whichever is more Profitable and Politically Easy.</strong>"<br><br>Wow, Cynical.<br><br>He did honestly believe it though.<br><br>"<strong>You're right though. Not many markets routinely do better than Weapons - but Food is a good one. I admit my own cooking skill is mediocre at best, but I've always had an eye for quality.</strong>" he gives with a little nod.<br><br>"<strong>Though would be fascinating to learn a thing or two more about - I think you call it "Xenocuisine". I always thought it was funny - you look so much like the Centauri but while they love their Spoo, I understand the majority opinion among Humans is that Spoo is basically inedible.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 15:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Du'Gar<br><hr><br>"Thankfully, it smelled overcooked rather than rotten - at least to me."&nbsp; Still, Lyssa couldn't help but spare the deceased rodent a queasy glance... even as she wondered whether the Narn was trying to lure her away to somewhere quiet and isolated so that he could put her into a similar state to the unfortunate interloper.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I confess that I have found the Robinson to be rather welcoming, in most ways.&nbsp; Perhaps... perhaps I can take a brief turn to get a breath of comparatively fresh air, while you dispose of our... guest.&nbsp; Then if you still want to show me a little of the unseen portion of the ship, you can find me there?"<br><br>And at least, there would be witnesses for her being led off by a Narn, should she find the courage to take the offered tour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>25-03-2021, 23:07:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Du'Gar<br><strong>Location:</strong> Lyssa's room.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Du'gar's text<br><br><hr><br>"Right, the rat." He had already forgotten the deceased rodent that is dangling by its tail from his hand. Hmmm. Overcooked.... Eh. Never eat gutter trash. Though, consdering, what had happened during the centauri invasion, at least according to his family, this'd be a treat. He gives the 'human' lady a nod.<br><br>"We'll do that. I'll deal with the bio waste, and if you're about in the rotunda, I'll find you after." &nbsp;The narn, proceeds to give a small wave of his hand while stepping out of the cabin, and proceeding to walk away from the cabin, with a spring in his step he hadn't had when he arrived. One supposes having a date with a pretty human does that to a young narn. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>26-03-2021, 00:51:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, Lyssa's room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Du'Gar<br><hr><br>Taking a deep breath in the hope of steadying her nerves, Lyssa instead found herself grimacing a little as she was rather strongly reminded of just <em>what</em> she could smell - and taste.&nbsp; And what might have lingeringly infused her belongings, were she unfortunate.<br><br>Then she shook her head, a faint little burst of nervous laughter escaping her.&nbsp; "Is he really...?&nbsp; Does he...?&nbsp; Maybe because I'm travelling alone...."&nbsp; Another head-shake confirmed her lack of certainty as to what might possibly be passing though the Narn's mind or what he might have realised or misunderstood about her - let alone what he might intended to do.<br><br>Steeling herself, she settled her jacket more securely into place, then ventured out of her cabin.&nbsp; Doing her best to suppress futile regrets over her lack of weaponry, she secured the door then set off for the rotunda - hoping to run into at least one or two other people.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>27-03-2021, 12:09:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40100000/Beni-Ninagawa-wagakki-band-40132716-900-1200.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Sora Fujiwara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Lyssa and open<br><hr><br>Sora entered her cabin and as usual it was freezing. In fact, it was more than freezing. It was cold enough that every breath she breath out condenses into vapour. Usually she would have kept quiet and endured the cold. But it felt like an industrial freezers in the galley. Heading over to the comms that would send a message to the appropriate officers onboard, she opened a comm channel. <strong>"This is Sora Fujiwara from Cabin 316. I would appreciate if you could send someone to have a look at my enviromental controls. I understand that there are issues, but I do not think it would be healthy sleeping in below freezing temperatures. I would be at the rotunda for the next couple of hours. Please fix it before I come back. Thank you."</strong> She wondered if she should have thrown in the fact that she was a commercial telepath, but had decided against it. It was not in her nature to throw that around, especially with the fear humanity felt with regards to telepaths. Letting out a sigh, she headed out of her room. Perhaps she could find a hot beverage to have before bed and perhaps something sweet.<br><br>As she turned towards the door, she checked that she had her badge and gloves on. It was a habitual motion, moving her hand up towards her breast and feeling the metal of it and then clapping her hands together. The feeling of leather gloves on her palms and the sound of leather on leather echoing in the room. Her ritual complete, she walked out. The corridors were surprisingly empty as she made her way to the rotunda. She wondered what her posting to Babylon 5 would be like when she rounded the corner, almost bumping into a bald headed female Centauri. She stopped herself at the last moment and back up quickly and bowed her head in apology. <strong>"Please accept my apologies Ma'am. I was distracted. After you"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>28-03-2021, 20:55:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir, open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Hunter nodded in agreement to Zaphir's cynical statement about peace and war, "&lt;Fortunately it has been proven that peace and trade is a easier way to acquire resources over war.&gt;" &nbsp;The raven headed human woman had studied enough history of many cultures to see these truths play out over and over.&nbsp; "&lt;Wars are more likely to be started over Pride and Egotism.&gt;" &nbsp; Just look at the recent Minbari/Human war, it was started by mistake and the Minbari warrior caste pride kept it going instead of having a conversation.&nbsp; She had looked over the records and it was pretty obvious to her, a non-military person that humans had made a mistake and hadn't intentionally attacked the Minbari ship. <br><br>She gracefully let the subject change back to Zaphir's upcoming business, "&lt;Being an expert in food is not required for being a good supplier of food supplies, as long as you recognize the quality of what you are selling.&gt;" She shrugged at Zaphir's admission of not being an expert in food.&nbsp; <br><br>Hunter was really glad of her Brakir today, the studying she had recently been doing was paying off as she was able to keep up with the conversation with Zaphir with only occasionally references to her datapad for needed words.&nbsp; She was nailing her grammar usage. <br><br>Shuddering at the mention of Spoo, "&lt;Yes, I have tasted Spoo.&nbsp; One of my professors of Centari Culture required it as part of our class." &nbsp;She tilted her head sideways as she moved on to similar biology, "If you think about it, all of the races, except maybe for a few exceptions, follow the same body plan. Upright, 4 limbs, a head, mostly the same range of senses.&gt;"&nbsp; She gestured at Zaphir, "&lt;We superficially also look alike, the big difference is the shape of our heads. I imagine that a Cascor and Gaim would on first encountering a human and brakir would easily make the mistake to think we are the same species.&gt;"&nbsp; <br><br>Up ahead she could hear other passengers talking as she looked down the long hallway to see two women talking. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>30-03-2021, 12:44:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, approaching the Rotunda<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sora, open<br><hr><br>Well, that was very nearly a markedly more literal 'running into' someone than Lyssa had been hoping for - but the surprise (and relief) of it served to draw a swift little laugh from her.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she smiled.<br><br>"No, no.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; If there is fault to be assigned, it is at least half mine to bear!"&nbsp; Her English was a little too <em>precise</em> to be native... but she sounded more like an Earth-born diplomat than an alien.&nbsp; Still, the way in which she noted Sora's gloves and then looked <em>intrigued</em> was certainly not conventionally human.<br><br>"If, perhaps, you are simply escaping whatever delights your cabin's environmental systems have sprung on you today, and do not have anywhere you must be, we could walk together for a little?&nbsp; I apologise if I am unduly forward, but I confess that I would welcome the company."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-03-2021, 06:55:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"<strong>Especially Here and Now.</strong>" he chuckles a bit, seeing that the hallway wasn't empty anymore. Ah, well. Can't say this wasn't expected on some level.<br><br>"<strong>Want to know a little secret? We think Spoo is - well, Overrated. And Needs Salt. Lots of Salt.</strong>" he gives with a chuckle. Of course coming from a homeworld with lots of desert space a lot of the meat they ate was half-jerky by the time they got to it so of course everything needs Salt. The Coffee he was nursing even had some salt in it. Hence why it wasn't like what he had at home but it was good enough.<br><br>"<strong>We just act like we love it to - what's the phrase - "Butter Up" the Centauri? It's never a good idea to make a deal on an empty stomach.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>02-04-2021, 03:44:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40100000/Beni-Ninagawa-wagakki-band-40132716-900-1200.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Sora Fujiwara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Lyssa and open<br><hr><br>Sora paused a bit, she wondered if the Centauri knew what she was. She almost raised her hand to check on the badge on her lapel, just to check if it was there. <strong>"Yes, the environmental systems have failed my cabin and unfortunately it is not very much like one of the freezers in the kitchens of this liner. I will be happy to be said company, but please excuse me if I avoid physical contact. It is not that I do not welcome you in friendship, but I am a commercial telepath. If you still wish for company, then after you Ma'am. Regardless, I am Sora. It is a pleasure meeting you"</strong> Sora smiled genuinely, she knew that many would not continue socialising with her after that and part of her was consigned to it. But she had an ethical obligation to advertise the fact that she was a telepath. For one thing, it sat better with her and it <em>mitigated</em> any awkward social interactions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>02-04-2021, 09:57:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, approaching the Rotunda<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sora, open<br><hr><br>"One of the array of things that other cultures find to be... <em>unusual</em> about that of my own people is the degree of acceptance we have for gifts of the mind," Lyssa said, accompanying her words with a warmly amused smile.&nbsp; "Many of us profess to dream insights into the future.&nbsp; But some lay claim to rather more tangible and <em>certain</em> gifts.&nbsp; It was becoming increasingly fashionable to claim that all such pretensions were mere nonsense - and then my people had to adapt their views to the existence of Earth's telepaths.&nbsp; So well-defined and prominent that some could even be declared <em>commercial</em>, and permitted to offer their services to any - even aliens - who might be able to pay."<br><br>Smiling still, the Centauri gently shook her bald head.&nbsp; "I know that you are not one of the imperial Prophetesses, trying to guide the ship of state with crucial insight into what might lie along the paths of the future - so I am not quite so awestruck as I might be!&nbsp; But among my kind, the gifts of the mind most often flow strongest in female lines.&nbsp; It is not unusual for little Centauri girls to hope - and pray - that they manifest psychic abilities.&nbsp; I know that many other races will find your capabilities fearful: I must apologise that my own reaction skews the other way.&nbsp; I do hope that I shall not prove to be overly curious, or rudely nosy."<br><br>"In any case...."&nbsp; She offered a hand to shake.&nbsp; "Lyssa of House Allara.&nbsp; Cultural attache to the Embassy on Earth - though it seems that I am being reassigned to Babylon 5, at least temporarily.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 06:22:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir, open | Mention: Lyssa, Sora<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Harper shrugged and gave Zaphir a small smile, "&lt;Well, I would have to agree.&nbsp; Spoo is pretty terrible,&gt;" she agreed with the assessment of Spoo. &nbsp;"&lt;Of course I am sure there are some common human foods that Brakir don't like.&gt;" &nbsp;She had also tried some Brakir food during her studies of them and tried food from their culture, some she found terrible and some she found great.&nbsp; "&lt;They do seem inordinately proud of it though,&gt;" she shook her head with a sigh at how many times she was offered Spoo when she had meet up with Centauri.&nbsp; One of the things she liked about being a linguist was getting to meet all kinds of people. <br><br>As she and Zaphir were walking down the corridor, heading to where ever Zaphir was heading, since the black haired young woman was just wandering around, avoiding her room for as long as possible and hoping that when she finally returned, she would be able to sleep the night through, but not counting on it, with the way this voyage was going.&nbsp; One of the women was a Centauri and the other was a human and most likely a telepath, considering her black gloves.&nbsp; The only humans to wear black gloves like that were telepaths, as directed by Psi Corps.&nbsp; After her exposure to how other races treated their telepaths, she was unsure on her stance on how telepaths were being isolated and separated from the rest of the human race.&nbsp; <br><br>"&lt;What have you been doing with your time, besides avoiding environmental ... problems?&gt;" She asked Zaphir as she followed him down the corridor, &lt;"I have been working on my studies of different languages I will encounter on Babylon 5.&gt;"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 18:29:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"<strong>That's fairly true. I don't know if you've been to Brakir but - well, our digestive tract is more flexible than most as a result. Human Jerky is Good, Human Seafood is Good - something that's Both is Fantastic but, how to put this gently.</strong>" he speaks, thinking.<br><br>"<strong>Oh, I'll just say it. Why do you put Cheese on <em>Everything</em>?</strong>" he gives, laughing a bit. Oh, when it came to actual digestion it was alright - but the concept was Revolting. Cheese was Disgusting on a Concept level, how did the Humans not see it?<br><br>Too be fair, the Brakiri - by the rest of the galaxy's standards - but way too much Salt and Spices on things so it's not like they were completely innocent of some similar habits.<br><br>"<strong>As for what I was doing - trying to keep in practice. I over heard an Abbai talk about how the main problem with their quarters was that the lights would go out and they were too hot. I thought, a good opportunity to do a little trading around. That's kind of how I have been killing time between nursing a few business contacts I've been cultivating - seeing if anyone else would get better sleep with a quick trade.</strong>" he smirks a bit. Actually a little proud of that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>07-04-2021, 15:22:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40100000/Beni-Ninagawa-wagakki-band-40132716-900-1200.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Sora Fujiwara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Lyssa and open<br><hr><br>Sora looked at the offered hand and smiled apologetically to Lyssa, however, she did bow respectfully.<strong> "The pleasure is mine but if you do not mind, I would refrain from taking your hand. We sometimes, unfortunately pick up emotions and surface thoughts unintentionally. This is especially the case in situations where people feel strongly about that particular situation like this one, or with physical contact. So I really hope you do not mind. But it would be, as I said, be my pleasure to partake in your company."</strong><br><br>As Sora gestured for Lyssa to go ahead, she noticed another human and a Brakiri walking towards them. She smiled in acknowledgement at the both of them as she followed Lyssa at a distance. It was a friendly smile, but she was careful that she too kept a distance from the newcomers. Moving forwards towards the diplomat, she kept close enough to denote that she was with the diplomat but far enough that she does not accidentally touch her. <strong>"I too am posted to Babylon 5, but as a commercial telepath. It would be my first posting. I will be there until told otherwise I guess"</strong> There was mirth in her voice as continued,
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>08-04-2021, 20:34:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir, open | Mention: Lyssa, Sora<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>"&lt;Cheese?&nbsp; Cheese is awesome!&gt;"&nbsp; Harper looked dramatically scandalized at the question of why cheese, although that was slightly ruined as she had to search her memory for all the proper words to describe the different cheeses and sometimes had to just insert an English word in. &nbsp;"&lt;There are all kinds of cheese, <strong>cheddar</strong>, sharp <strong>cheddar</strong>, <strong>mozzarella</strong>, fake cheese, blue cheese, goat cheese, a cheese for every occasion and type of food.&gt;" The raven haired young woman couldn't maintain her scandalized face and giggled. &nbsp;"&lt;I don't know why, all humans grow up with cheese, although there are some who don't like cheese.&gt;" &nbsp;She leaned toward Zaphir conspiratorially, "&lt;Those are the strange humans, watch out for them.&gt;" &nbsp; <br><br>She shrugged her slim shoulders, "&lt;Cheese was a safe way to store a milk product before refrigeration was invented.&nbsp; So cheese became omnipresent in all of our food.&nbsp; The thought of not having cheese is foreign to most humans.&gt;" &nbsp; She got a wirely smile, "&lt;I guess you could compare it to Spoo for Centurians.&nbsp; Or Brakiri's with salt.&nbsp; Humans use salt all the time, but not that much, how can you taste anything but salt?&gt;" She turned the question around back at Zaphir.<br><br>"&lt;Much like I have been doing, speaking to anyone who is willing to talk in their native language,&gt;" Harper chuckled lightly as Zaphir explained how he has found ways around the environmental troubles of the ship. "&lt;How often have you changed rooms?&gt;" &nbsp;She was wondering if the environmental went wrong and stayed in that setting, so a room that went to cold, stayed cold.&nbsp; Her experienced with her room is that it was a day to day change. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-04-2021, 22:03:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>“<strong>I don’t doubt it,</strong>” he chuckles, a bit hung-up on the Cheese still but at least it was friendly ribbing, “<strong>Saw how it was made once. Just - <em>how does it not turn your stomach?</em></strong>”<br><br>He chuckles a little louder at that though. Because as much as his personal tastes may be against it, he doubts he’s kidding anybody. On a ship and soon a station of mostly Humans he’d gladly get his hands on crates full of fresh Cheese, if only to turn around and sell it.<br><br>“<strong>At least with Salt it’s a natural process, especially on a planet that’s mostly desert. Just find somewhere that had water at some point in the past and sift carefully. No other lifeforms required.</strong>” he grunts a bit, smirking and rolling his neck.<br><br>“<strong>As for sleeping, well - a few times. But ‘too hot and dark’ is a common complaint with Abbai quarters. The rest is just lots of typing into translation software and keeping an ear open. Heard a rumor the maintenance crew think there’s an evil artificial intelligence behind it all.</strong>” he jokes. The difference between a lie and a joke being whether he intends to be called out on it or not.<br><br>“<strong>Speaking of eating Spoo, look who else is here.</strong>”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>14-04-2021, 22:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson, approaching the Rotunda<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sora, Harper, Zaphir<br><hr><br>For a moment, Lyssa was stuck - awkwardly stranded in the uncertainty of an aborted gesture of respect.&nbsp; Then she found a smile, answering Sora's bow with one of her own.<br><br>"I apologise, wholeheartedly," she said, accompanying her words with a wry little grimace - while seeming perfectly willing to accompany Sora side-by-side, albeit with the desired distance between them.&nbsp; "That was... clumsy.&nbsp; Gauche, even, to put you in that situation.&nbsp; I was so anxious to demonstate how open-minded I was, that I did not truly consider <em>why</em> the gloves might be worn, from your perspective.&nbsp; I do hope that you can forgive my crassness.&nbsp; Especially so, if we are indeed to stay aboard the same station once this journey is over!"<br><br>The people ahead, she looked to with interest... but quickly returned most of her attention to the telepath, and to how her apology might be received.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>19-04-2021, 17:51:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir, open | Mention: Lyssa, Sora<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>As they walked down the hallway, the two women in front of them seemed to be having a private conversation so Harper adjusted her speed to make sure&nbsp; they didn't intrude on the women.&nbsp; <br><br>Shrugging her shoulders at Zaphir's stated disgust at how cheese was made, "&lt;I don't know how cheese is made, although I seem to remember it is a 'natural' curdling process.&gt;"&nbsp; She smirked at the man beside her, "&lt;but there are some things best not known.&gt;"&nbsp; She winked playfully as they continued down the corridor behind the other two women at a respectful distance. &nbsp;"&lt;Indeed, looks like she is having private conversation with her companion.&gt;" <br><br>"&lt;Speaking of obsessive foods, what do you think about humans other food obsession, chocolate?&gt;" She raised a challenging, but playful, eyebrow at her Brakir companion as they strolled towards the dining hall, although Harper was beginning to think she was going to have to stop delaying going back to her quarters and getting some sleep, it has been a long day. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arcanist</strong> on <strong>20-04-2021, 09:43:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/40100000/Beni-Ninagawa-wagakki-band-40132716-900-1200.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Sora Fujiwara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Lyssa and open<br><hr><br>Sora smiled at Lyssa, <strong>"Nothing to apologise about. In fact, I am quite pleased that you even offered. Other humans tend to avoid us if at all possible unless of course they are intent on using our services. So don't fret."</strong> Her smile was genuine and felt that she was going to like this Centauri. With that, she let Lyssa lead them to the drink and food station. It was of course not the best, but the fare was good for a liner such as this. "You too will be stationed in Babylon 5? This is a pleasant surprise. I guess getting to know each other before we start our posting is fate then." With that, she helped herself and hopefully her new friend to beverages and later food. With that done, she headed to one of the empty tables.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-04-2021, 07:15:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>"<strong>Chocolate?</strong>" he responds at first to collect his thoughts a bit. The Human language he tried to learn well but has had the occasional issue.<br><br>"<strong>Practically a license to print Creds in Human Space, a Child can offload a crate with only a little effort. In fact, I think they do on your world if I recall correctly.</strong>" he gives with a bit of a chuckle. Of course the Brakiri would think of that first.<br><br>"<strong>Unfortunately, also extremely poisonous to about half of the galaxy. Fortunately, the species that do find it poisonous usually know and we're not one of them. Most other species that can eat Chocolate prefer the Minbari version though, they don't sweeten it as much.</strong>" he gives with a little shrug.<br><br>"<strong>Fortunately for you, we're not one of them. Heck, ever had Brakiri Candy? It's basically just a block of crystal sugar. So unhealthy that we had to agree as a society to only make them for religious holidays. Ha!</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>keyotess</strong> on <strong>23-04-2021, 04:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IVIOTmC.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Harper Lee (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=330402.msg15781296#msg15781296)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaphir, open | Mention: Lyssa, Sora<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; Speak Brakiri: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total of 29</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-03-17 19:32:32, Harper Lee (uid: 61168) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152318) </div></div><br>&lt;Brakir&gt;<br><br><hr>Harper grinned and shrugged as Zaphir noted that it was very easy to sell chocolate, even kids did it all the time.&nbsp; "&lt;Yes, that is very true, but they are such good chocolate cookies.&gt;" &nbsp;Indicating she has fallen prey to those self-same kids selling chocolate cookies. &nbsp;"&lt;And we call that Dark Chocolate, not as popular as milk chocolate.&nbsp; Can buy anywhere from 55% chocolate to 90% chocolate.&nbsp; A lot of people prefer the milk chocolate because it cuts down on the bitterness.&gt;"&nbsp; <br><br>Nodding as the Brakir companion mentioned that chocolate was poisonous, "&lt;Yeah, that is unfortunate, anyone that deals with other races always checks before offering chocolate and I am glad that you can enjoy it.&gt;"&nbsp; She grinned as she made a mental note that Brakir could digest chocolate. "&lt;I have some Dark Chocolate in my bags.&gt;"&nbsp; At the mention of Brakir candy, she nodded, "&lt;I have indeed tried it.&nbsp; It much like what we call Hard Candy, we mix different flavors into them for variety.&gt;" &nbsp;She shrugged, "&lt;Humans haven't been wise enough to limit it only to special holidays.&gt;" <br><br>There are odd pauses as Harper searched her memory or her data pad for the proper word, very impressed that she was doing so good tonight with speaking Brakir and with a little help from Zaphir in helping her find the proper word.&nbsp; His command of English was better than her's of Brakir. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Outcast</strong> on <strong>01-05-2021, 16:55:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dd/Angelina_Jolie_Bald_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Lyssa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson: the Rotunda, now at one of the tables<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sora, Harper, Zaphir<br><hr><br>Evidently relieved, Lyssa smiled as she inclined her head to her companion.&nbsp; "I am truly glad that no lasting upset was caused.&nbsp; All the more so, if we are indeed to live - and work - in proximity after this journey has ended."<br><br>Happily taking advantage of the food and drink on offer, she gladly accompanied Sora to a table - taking the chance offered by settling herself into place to survey the room and those others present.<br><br>If it is not too rude to ask - have you met any of our fellow passengers?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Babylon 5] Chapter I: Flight of the Robinson</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-05-2021, 05:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/babylon5/images/6/61/Lethke01.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Zaphir of Water Clan Ak-Habil<br><strong>Location:</strong> Robinson<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Harper<br><strong>Extra:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>To be fair, nothing they'd talked about yet was a big leap from Commerce. Especially human Holidays, most of them were so heavily commercialized that he might know a few of them better than Harper.<br><br>"<strong>Oh, that wasn't Wisdom. It really is that bad for you. Like it's actually killed some of us.</strong>" he gives with a chuckle and a roll of the neck.<br><br>"<strong>You might enjoy my little establishment on the station then.</strong>" he adds. Of course, it doesn't occur to him that her little statement about what's in her bag could be interpretted as an offer to share.
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