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Hey look, it's a Horta being hugged. Not as unusual an occurance in Milliways as it may have once been. It's Amanda and she is as always happy to see the Horta despite the cursing.

"What's the matter?" as she realises and takes a seat.

"Oh! Hello, Amanda," he says, breaking off mid-curse. "Just battling the perversity of the universe as manifested in the Infirmary computer core."

He holds up the PADD. "There's one anomaly that I'm having difficulty tracking to the source. It's not causing problems. At least, not yet. But I want that thing to be tapdancing without missing a step when I'm done."

His fringe pulls several books out of his carry-bag. "By the way, Bar had some excellant primers for the Klingon language."

"Ah ever vigilant. I'm sure your hard work is appriciated. But you really should pay more attention to your nuritment." indicating his food. It's a mode she is in right now.

"What? Oh, right," Naraht says somewhat sheepishly. "Forgive me, Mother. I'm just a techie. It's so easy for us to enter the Zone where hunger simply does not compute."

But he does pick up a piece of rock and starts munching. "So what have you been up to?"

"Oh the usual." she smirks, "Have you met Lobo?" she inquires.

Ordering a plate of veggies for herself.

"Yes, I have," he says. "Remember, he was on our team when we went to help Andrew. Of course I'd met him a couple times before then."

When Naraht has been a mermaid...and Lobo had made a few unsubtle passes.

[OOC: mun headdesks. Duh.]

"Oh right. That seems so long ago." she remembers that night and the dragon, suddenly what Quinn told her doesn't seem so strange.

"Well I went with him to his Earth a few days ago. It was alot of fun." munching on some of the vegies that arrived.

"He does seem like a lively travel companion," Naraht agrees. "You didn't wind up in danger of arrest at any point did you? Oh, silly me! If anything like that happened, I hope the officers would have the good sense to take one look at Lobo and become selectively blind."

"One would think. But it seems that the law enforcement on the Earth in his world is rather dense. There are even superheros that came after him and all he did was land on the beach. He honestly didn't do anything to warrant attack other then being him. Granted he certainly wasn't complaining as he enjoys a good fight but it still amazes me how dense they are." In general Amanda isn't particularly fond of Super hero's. There are exceptions like Hank but for the most part not too much.

"Oh dear," Naraht says with a chuckle. "Well, I'm glad you had a good time, at least. Never a dull moment."

"Not one and no one got killed." otherwise it would have ruined her good time. "Besides that I have just been training and vacationing." grinning.

[OOC: are you ever going to respond to the threads in the party post? No pressure, just curious.]

Naraht finishes off his limestone. "Good to hear. Although I'm getting a little tired of being Bound, I'm not exactly looking forward to going back just yet."

[OOC: not a problem. I think we can all understand that. Though at the moment Amanda is currently fighting with the character that I want to app on Saturday for attention in my brain.]

"Yeah I understand how that is. Are the Romulan's still a problem?" this actually reminds her, "Oh and who is your Captian?" she met Picard (mun Squees) and so is now wondering.

"Well, seeing that I've not been home since we took off for the Neutral Zone with war breaking out all over..."

He shrugs. "Oh, it's James Kirk." A chuckle. "One of the more infamous captains in Starfleet."

She cringes, this immortal isn't a big fan of war, seen too much of it up close.

Amanda Chuckles, "lucky you."

"Oh, I am!" he says. "The good Captain is held in great reverence by my people given our history."

"Really? What did he do to earn such a great honor?" aka what is this history?

"Well, he and his senior officers saved Mother...which pretty much saved our entire race given we hadn't hatched out yet."

"That would do it" that is most certainly understandable.

[OOC: was this in oneof the eps?]

"I look forward to when I can meet him."

"Oh, I think you'll like him..."

He ponders something for a moment. "And I think I can say with great assurance that he will find you...intriguing."

Watch the Horta quiver as he suppresses a snicker.

Could it be that Amanda is starting to be able to read Horta body language because she thinks she gets it.

"Well just as soon as you are unbound and at a space station I'll have my chance, right?"

"That you will," Naraht promises. "I'll make a special point of introducing you."

"I would be honored." smiling. She seems to have properly distracted ehr friend from whatever he was cursing at. Yeah.

"A winter's day,
On a deep and dark March evening,
You are alone
Gazing at your datepad, on the floor below
On a place now magicly devoid of snow

You are a rock..."

...

Ladies and gentlemen, that is the sound of a Horta's brain going PLONK!

"Uhhhh, Guppy?"

There is a peculiar moment as Guppy dives onto the nearest couch head first with the cushion over his face.
He counts slowly to twenty to make sure it's stopped, then looks up, red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, it was the demon."

"Demon?" he asks, still rather clueless and starting to get alarmed. "Is this the infernal version of having 'rock and roll in your soul'?"

"I don't know." he says quietly. He looks tired.

"It's some sort of demon that makes people sing and dance until they self-combust."

The Horta groans.

"Just what we needed. More DOOM."

"Some things in life are bad.
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
don't grumble, give a whistle,
and this'll help things turn out for the best, eh?

Always look on the bright side of life..."

[OOC: may Amanda pop in to knock Guppy out temporarily?]

[ooc: Fine with me, Naraht-mun?]

"Oh, slaggit!" Naraht says, anxiously looking Guppy over for signs of increasing temperature. "Snap out of it, Guppy!"

He gently bumps him for emphasis.

Amanda sees and hears this from a couple feet away and sneaks up behind Guppy and presses her fingers against his pressure point to make him pass out. Cathing him to he doesn't hurt himself he should wake up in a minute.

Smiling at Naraht, "Sorry about that, he should be fine in a minute."

Suprise...then a chuckle.

"Okay, I've not seen Mr. Spock here. Just who has been giving you Vulcan lessons?"

He slumps into a heap on her, the colour completely drained from his face.

Amanda smiles, "No one. It's old chinese specialty...presure points." Amanda has studied extensively.

"I see. As Dr. McCoy says, 'There's more than one way to skin a cat.' Though why in space would you WANT to?"

He looks Guppy over again. "Well, his temperature didn't spike. Amanda, do you know anything about this...music demon thing?"

"Hm?" he moans softly.

"... Ow."

[ooc: I have to go to bed because I have work at 5.20 tomorrow. Slowtime is fine, or you can just dump Guppy in 147 if you want and leave him to sleep off the drowsiness.]

SHaking her head, "No just what the note says really. Guppy strted singing this morning and I told him I woul knock him out if he started up so...."she indicates his body. "Well I should get back to my sewing, sorry for the inturruption."

"No problem," he says. "Can you stand, Guppy? I think maybe we should get you to your room."

His eyes snap open as he becomes aware of being on the bar floor.

"What the...?" he stumbles quickly to his feet before wobbling unsteadily and falling on Naraht.

"Sorry, um... what was that?" he asks, getting more slowly to his feet again and checking his head is ready this time.