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DINING> Briga shakes her head, 'No..Not banned. It just makes Zaeltans....' A
pause as Bri tries to think of the standard word for it, she looks over
towards the door, if only Cori would walk through. Oh well. She attempts
softly, 'Energetic?"
You head towards the Dining Facility.
Dining Facility
Though the tan and white linoleum tiles of the dining hall are rather bland,
the brightly-colored walls more than make up for that. The wall nearest the
entrance holds vending machines for those on a budget, though the aromas of
freshly-prepared food are tempting enough to make one forget finances.
Cuisine from many of the Alliance's worlds is available, though some races
are likely to find the food choices of their neighbors less than appealing.
Plasglass windows in the next wall allow a view of the town beyond the
complex, and a hint of the scenery beyond. Though the other two walls hold
neither food nor windows, they have been painted with vivid colors, abstract
murals that are occasionally interpreted by bored diners. Tables of varying
shapes and sizes are found scattered throughout the room, with chairs that
provide just enough comfort to allow ease of dining, but not so much that
idlers are tempted to linger.
With the range of internal clocks of the complex's inhabitants, people of one form or another are generally found in the dining hall at all hours, though a seat at one of the many tables is usually available.
Contents:
Roland's Orange Can
Roland's Red Can
Roland
Briga
Kyara
Vendotron 3000
Obvious exits:
Atrium
You arrive from the Central Atrium.
Corian can't resist such a cue. She glides lightly into the facility, attention
half on the datapad she's carrying, half on the task of not running into
anybody.
Kyara smiles. "Nothing shameful about having a lot of energy." Spotting Cori out of the corner of her eye, she calls over, "Cori! Up late tonight?"
Briga blinks as she peers at her sardines..maybe someone snuck some catnip in
there while she wasn't looking. She purrs a greeting to the translator then
adresses her in Zaeltan...a language marks by glutteral stops and shrrs.
mixed with a squeaks and chirps...and a sound that seems awfully similar to a
moaw'
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
From afar, Briga translates, "I hope your fur lies well...and your tail remains straight. We were discussing the effects of catnip on Zaeltan and I could not think how to translate <the untranslatable word>, but it has the effect of a stimulant...giving people energy and making them happy and content.
Corian glances up from her datapad at the sound of her name, then very nearly
runs into a short, exuberant-looking man. She doesn't multitask well tonight,
it seems. She starts to answer Kyara, but then Briga's words click her into
Zaeltan, and she responds in the same language, though a shorter speech. "Is
it late?" she adds to Kyara, after a moment to figure out just which language
she should use. "And the word that Delegate Al-Saydun wishes to use is not a
simple one."
Roland offers, "Spunky?"
Long distance to Briga: Corian translates. *grin* "I thank you for your kind
inquiry to the state of my fur and tail. Both are quite well--and I see that
yours are the same."
Kyara glances toward her chrono. "Almost midnight. You must be quite busy not to have noticed the time." Roland gets an amused look. "Spunky?"
Roland shrugs. "That's how the neighbor's cat react to the 'nip."
Briga bows to Corian from her seated position..then her ears flatten and she all but hisses at Roland, "Do I /look/ like a /cat/?'
Corian shakes her head as she makes her way closer to the small grouping, with the tea that she got on her way into the room. Really. "Time has a way of hiding from me," she observes, with a smile. "And there are any number of words that are close, of which... spunky... is one. It lacks a certain appropriate flavor, however." Briga's inquiry gets a brief blink, and a quick shake of her head. "Far too elegant for that," she murmurs.
Roland glances upwards. "Did I say you did?"
Kyara chuckles quietly. "He doesn't mean anything by it, Briga."
Briga peers at Roland rather suspiciously then her attention goes back to the translator, "It is not a behaviour a see often in humans'
Corian nods her agreement to Briga's words. "You are quite right," she murmurs, after taking a sip of her tea. "In fact, I have not witnessed it in humans--or Stilvani, for that matter," she adds, with a smile towards Kyara.
Briga considers both Roland and Kyara for a moment, 'No..I cannot picture
either one of them doing that.'
It wasn't Roland, it was the one armed man. He returns the considering looks
with a blank look of his own.
Kyara blinks. "Er, doing what, exactly?"
Briga looks distinctly uncomfortable, taking out her chagrine on the poor
sardine...good thing its dead already.
Corian murmurs softly, after a brief glance to Briga, "It is not something
easily described."
Roland blinks a couple times, then offers, "Everyone needs a challenge every
once in a while?"
Kyara exchanges a puzzled look with Roland. "Do you have any idea what they're
talking about?"
Briga pauses to pull out her brush...her tail demands attention and she sets to
work carefully grooming it.
Corian inquires, in a segue that would probably be more graceful if the hour had not started to catch up with her, "Has everyone had a pleasant day?"
Briga leaps almost gratefully on the change of subject, "It has been
quiet...and yours?'
Kyara chuckles softly, going along with the change of subject. "My day has gone
well. Did you know Riley's taking a /vacation/?" Her tone is tinged with
disbelief.
Briga rumbles softly,'About time' she notes.
Roland blinks at Kyara. "You mean Clara has done the impossible?"
Corian murmurs to Briga, "Quite nice, yes. I... he what?" She blinks at Kyara, brows lifting in surprise. "You're speaking of my brother, yes? The tall fellow, with the fluffy hair? The one who doesn't break as often?"
Kyara laughs quietly, at both ROland's and Cori's reactions. "Indeed."
Corian shakes her head slowly, murmuring a quiet phrase in a liquid-sounding
language. "I will have to congratulate Clara," she adds, with a smile. "Has
he started the vacation, then?"
Kyara shrugs lightly. "If he has, nobody mentioned it to me."
Corian nods thoughtfully. "Perhaps I will be able to steal a bit of his time,
then," she murmurs, slender fingers curving around her tea mug. "We shall
see, I suppose."
Kyara hmmms, "Well, last time Clara talked to me about getting him to take a vacation, she mentioned dragging him off somewhere."
Corian inclines her head, something flickering in her eyes before she smiles
once more. "I am sure that will be good for them both. The Complex is
pleasant enough, but it does seem to be a bit... constrictive, I suppose,
from time to time."
Kyara mhmmms. "That, and when he's /here/, he's always itching to get back to
work, it seems."
Briga considers, 'Maybe someone could break their communits...or replace them
with fake ones?'
Corian nods her agreement to Kyara. "I have noticed that," she observes quietly. One finger taps lightly on her mug for a moment, then stills as she glances at it. Briga's suggestion gets a quick smile.
Kyara gives Briga a grin. "He'd have a fit. Other than that, it's a brilliant
idea."
"If he realized it" Bri notes before using a claw to move the sardine pieces
into a pile.
Kyara shakes her head. "He'd realize it, believe me." She gives Cori a curious
look. "Is something wrong?"
Corian observes quietly, "Perhaps our cousin could come up with a realistic
model." At Kyara's question, she offers a pleasant smile. "Please forgive me
if I gave that impression."
"Cousin?" Kya shakes her head with a smile. "If the impression is correct, I
wish only to help."
Corian must have selective hearing, as she only responds to the inquiry. "Jeremy--Jay, that is. Jay Lasher. He has quite a gift with computers, though I am not sure it extends to other mechanical items."
Kyara ahs, gathering her plates together. "Anybody want the rest of these wings?" She nods to Cori. "You'd go along with tricking Riley like that?"
Roland snags a wing nonchalantly.
Briga rumbles slightly, 'The man will work himself to death if given the
opportunity.'
Kyara looks faintly surprised. "I can't imagine you tricking anybody, Cori."
She nods her agreement with Briga, though she notes defensively, "He's very
dedicated."
Corian's smile shows that she has mastered the trick of looking innocent without overdoing it. "Appearances, as I was recently reminded, may deceive." She nods her agreement to both observation and response, murmuring, "Quite."