Log Date: 1/4/98 Thorne pages: How do I use the comm? Long distance to Thorne: Rellawy was faking it with a @remit. You could just page me and fake it. :) From afar, Thorne grins. "Clever." From afar, Thorne You hear a rich baritone voice answer, "Just seeing who my neighbors are. I just arrived here." Home One: Living Quarters(#645RL) The headquarters frigate of the Rebel Alliance, the Mon Calamari cruiser Home One, exemplifies Mon Cal esthetics. Surfaces are smooth and curved, dimensions fascinatingly irregular. Form and function blend into a harmonious whole, instrumentation and data readouts seemingly appearing from nowhere, tucked away in natural-seeming nooks. A maze of corridors winds through the ship's multiple decks. Quarters and operational facilities for thousands of beings are layered within, and the passageways are busy at all times of day and night. At the far end of the corridor is a single doorway guarded at all times by two Special Forces soldiers in formal uniforms. Contents: Thorne Obvious exits: Quarters Barracks Central Corridor The door of the quarters opens, and a frazzled-looking face pops out, a young woman with close-cropped honey-colored curls, and eyes somewhere between blue and green. "Ehh?" She blinks a few times, looking rather startled. ".... neighbor checkin'?" Thorne offers you a hand. "Hello. The name's Syrus. Syrus Thorne. I just recieved my new quarters and thought I'd see who my neighbors were." You see nothing special. Thorne says "Did I catch you at a bad time?" The young woman, leaning against the doorframe and preventing it from closing, is clutching a datapad to her chest, and her features are worn, her eyes slightly darkened and hollowed. She blinks first at the man and then at his hand, as if for a moment she fails to comprehend what sort of custom he might be enacting; then, she shifts a slender hand off the pad, to take and shake the one offered, and murmurs distractedly, "Ah... uh, be ye welcome, then, I s'pose... I dinnae know if there's any formal way o' welcomin' here...." Thorne looks at you for a moment. Thorne says "What's your name?" Rellawy(#242Pc) This is a young woman of human appearance, about 5'4" in height, with a stocky, compact build. Her hair is a sun-streaked cap of honey-gold curls, cut short to the nape of her neck in back and swirling forth to dangle a curl or two over her brow; her face sports generously defined features and a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. She is not exactly lovely, not with a slight crook to that freckled nose and a jawline too broadly drawn to be really delicate, but neither is she truly plain. Rather, there is something austere and elemental about her, centered in the blue-green gaze of her slant-set, almond-shaped eyes. When she speaks, it is with a soft lilting brogue. She is clad in a uniform of the Medical Corps of the Rebel Alliance, though in her particular case this means only that she is wearing a pale grey jumpsuit that might once have been white, although it is meticulously clean. Pinned to her collar is the insignia of a 2nd Lieutenant, and on her feet, she is wearing a pair of neutral grey boots. Long distance to Thorne: Rellawy squints. Are you @desc'less on purpose? :) Thorne pages: descless? When I type look me I see it. He is slightly above average height, and has a build that is muscular without being bulky. Pale-blue eyes glitter with intelligence in a classicly handsome face. A face that is masked in a state of perpetual calm. It betrays little, if any emotion, except for the occasional charming smile. His charcoal black hair is kept short is a caesar-like cut, and his strong jaw-line is freshly shaven. He is dressed in a grey flight suit adorned with a rebel insignia on each shoulder, and the rank of Lt. Colonel. He also carries a standard-issue blaster pistol in a holdster that is straped to his right thigh Long distance to Thorne: Rellawy peers. Ah. I must have typoed. Sorry. :) Thorne pages: No prob :) Name OnFor Idle Q Last Pos ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rellawy 04:21 0s On 2LT, Medical Corps Thorne 00:28 3s On LTCOL, Military Intelligence -------------------------------- ( 2 players ) ------------------------------- Rellawy blinks blearily at the black-haired man before her, focusing on the insignia on his uniform, and only then does she straighten up a bit and offer a slightly off-kilter salute. "Rellawy Woodlake, sair," she answers a trifle gruffly. Thorne smiles, and returns your salute. "At ease. Pretty name. Your with medical?" The lieutenant eases back slightly, a bit of a blush touching her pale cheeks at the compliment. "Thank ye... and aye, 'tis where I've been assigned." Thorne nods. "Do you like it?" Blue-green eyes blink; Rellawy Woodlake seems taken aback by the question. "Like it...?" she echoes. From the sound of her, she hasn't even considered the idea. "I... couldnae say, sair; I havenae had the time to dwell upon it..." Thorne says "I apologize for the questions. Im just naturally curious. Its a pleasure to meet you Rellawy." The girl -- for she's little more than a girl, really -- smiles tiredly, unsurely. She blinks a few times, looking perhaps as if she's trying to keep her concentration focused, and she answers in her brogue, "Thank ye, sair... and likewise..." Either it's politeness, or a tentative attempt to exercise military protocol, or both; clearly, she's new to that insignia on her jumpsuit. Thorne says "You look tired, so I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I imagine you medical crew have your hands full." "So Major Matthias has told me, sair," the young woman mumbles. "I... havenae been in the Infirmary." Thorne ahhs. "Well, I must be on my way. May the force be with you." Rellawy's already unsure smile turns a touch shaky at that, but she nods, and manages another credible salute. "And with you, sair." Player Name On For Idle Doing Thorne 00:49 35s Rellawy 04:42 0s 2 Players logged in. Thorne salutes you back with a reassuring smile, and continues down the hall to his quarters. Thorne pages to everyone in the room: Night Rellawy Woodlake's Quarters(#2070RFJ) The quarters rated for a second lieutenant are neither large nor impressive; in fact, this single room could be uncharitably described as only slightly more spacious than the average closet. There's just enough space for a small bunk, desk, and chair, and recessed into the walls on either side of the bunk are a miniscule actual closet and the door to an equally microscopic refresher. Everything is crafted in austerely military hues and lines, with no sign yet of any personal effects to add color and life to the room. Obvious exits: Out You paged Thorne with ''Night. :)'.