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Jean-Luc Picard enters the holodeck doors, decked out in his Dixon Hill outfit, ready to become his favorite detective. When he's dumped into a bar full of patrons that don't all look human or dressed for the era, he's confused, but decides to play along. That's why he'll be found by the fireplace, watching the goings-on with great interest.

Tiny!Tag: Jean-Luc Picard

(OOC: Due to migraine, this post is in auto-slowtime, and also taggable until it falls off the front page. Thanks!)

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The green-skinned alien looks young, with that slightly gangly look that biped species everywhere seem to be cursed with at a certain age. She moves with a dancer's (or a fencer's) grace as she dodges around patrons who aren't looking where they are going and all of the rats scurrying here and there, carefully balancing a mug of hot chav in her hands.

It's all rather more chaotic than where she's from, but it's a nice change of pace from the study halls, that's for sure. Soon she has made her way to the couch, and the pile of data flimsies she left there when she went in search of a study-break treat.

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Picard watches her--he appreciates anything graceful. It's not a leer, just a warrior's appreciation of someone who handles herself well. He nods respectfully toward her.

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She nods back as she settles her mug onto the side table - humans are a little difficult to figure out, but she's fairly sure this one's friendly. He doesn't read as overtly hostile, anyway, which is a start.

Now, which flimsy to study first - advanced physics, or the history of the Malraxon system?

Oh, the sexy sexy life of a Jedi Padawan. Laranth wonders if 'normal' Twi'leks are put through this sort of thing, or if she's just that unlucky.

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"May I ask what you're looking at?" Picard says, always interested in other cultures and how they work.