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Naraht spent the night out in the garden. After all, as much as he's grown, he's not sure if it's exactly safe to use the Dendromys to climb the stairs.

But it wasn't too chilly a night and he's certainly used to 'sleeping rough' from the weeks he's spent on the Romulan homeworld. The Horta comes into the Bar in search of breakfast, but a note appears with his granite and limestone. Unfortunately, it's not written with infrared ink, so it takes a while for him to make it out.

When he does, his fringe curls under him in anxiety.

"Couldn't you have waited until I got back, Lincoln?" he whispers. "Mother watch over you...and you'd damn well better come back alive, or, so help me, I'll find a way over there and..."

The whispered threat trails off as the unwelcome memory of the deaths of Romulans by his 'hand' crowds in. Naraht pushes away his breakfast tray. His appetite is now quite gone.

We have a Horta in need of a mother hen. Any takers?

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda walks in from out back. Her workout clothes covered in grass. Walking up to the bar next to Naraht and orders some eggs and toast and a large cup of coffee, "Morning"

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The Horta is so lost in thought that her greeting actually startles him.

"Oh!" he says, quickly trying to salvage his dignity. "Good morning, Amanda."

Maybe if he ignores the obviously untouched breakfast in front of him, she won't notice.

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mun might not notice but Amanda would.

"Didn't mean to disturb you" as she sips her coffee.

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"Not your fault," Naraht says. "I was...well, distracted."

He holds up the note in his fringe. "A friend of mine has just gone home...to a rather dangerous situation."

Is telling part of the truth truely lying?

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Yes, and Amanda does it so well.

She starts eating some of her breakfast. It isn't that sheis insensitive she is just really hungry.

"Whats the problem?"

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"I'm that obvious, huh?" Naraht says dryly. He falls silent for a moment and plays a little with his food.

"May I ask you something personal?"

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Amanda considers the request a moment, "Yes"

She has stopped eating her food and focuses all of her attention on Naraht.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Barry sees Naraht, and tries to smile. But there is something very odd about his face. It's a look that almost no one in the Bar is likely to have seen.

"Good morning."

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Naraht looks up from his untouched breakfast.

"Good morning, Barry."

He notices something is off...but is not sure what. So he simply says, "It's been a while."

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"It has? Ah. Back on the ship for a while, eh? Well, welcome home." Barry sits. He only half-heard what Naraht said. Not like Barry at all.

"Did you know Meg Giry?" It's an abrupt question.

[ooc: FYI, slowtime likely, as much work to do before leaving early today}

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Naraht looks up in suprise. "I don't believe I do. The name is unfamiliar," he says. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Then the fact that Barry used the past tense catches up with him. "Oh, Mother! What happened?"

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Barry gives a long and pained sigh.

"She...she was murdered. Here. Apparently by a friend." There is ice in Barry's voice.

"She was...she was one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. We weren't that close, but she was always nice to me." He pauses, and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry to dump this on you, but I just found out and it's all I can think about."

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Naraht's very lava seems to congeal in his veins at the news.

"Here? How?! I thought..."

It's very dangerous to make assumptions about a place. Particularly a place where the impossible happens every day.

"It's perfectly fine, Barry," Naraht hastens to reassure him. "I've certainly loaded enough of my troubles on you. It's time I returned the favor. I am sorry."

He reaches out to touch Barry's hand with a bit of fringe. "I take it Security is investigating?"

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne isn't much of a mother hen, but she's alright at conversation.

She had wandered downstairs looking for breakfast, then did a double-take at the Bar. There was a rock sitting next to her; or at least, a rock-like something. And she would swear she heard it sigh.

"Hey...are you alright?"

[ooc: Mun has class in half an hour. Eventual slowtime okay?]

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"Hmmm?"

The human female is unfamiliar, but the concern is unmistakable. "I suppose I am fine...relatively speaking," Naraht says. "Compared to the situation I was in about two weeks ago, life is positively rosey."

He extends a bit of fringe. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Dahai Iohor Narat, at your service."

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Mary Anne accepts the offered fringe and shakes. "Mary Anne Bell. Pleased to meet you...Should I call you Dahai?"

She hesitates a moment; questions made Lincoln jumpy, and River didn't always answer in comprehensible terms, but she would never learn anything in this place if she didn't ask.

"And, if you don't mind my asking, what happened two weeks ago?"

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Naraht isn't offended...but he is a little embarassed to hear his Mother-name coming from someone who is not his Mother.

"Actually, Horta names aren't quite like human ones," he says, gently. "If you want to be informal, 'Naraht' is the name to use. Confusing, I know."

Naraht plays a little with the granite chunks but makes no move to actually eat anything.

"Two weeks ago? I was in the middle of a covert mission in decidedly unfriendly territory. Trying to remain undetected and still keep in contact with my teammate...who was being held prisoner by the residents of that unfriendly territory. Not exactly a pleasant tour of duty."

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Mary Anne blushes a little at her mistake. "'Naraht' it is."

Naraht's story hits a little close to home; hell, it sounds just like home. "No..." she murmurs. "Doesn't sound like something people would call 'pleasant.'"

She blinks and shakes herself out of her (homesickness) stupor. "You got your teammate back safely, I hope?"

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"Safe, sound and quite content from the amount of time he's spent bitching about the mission and the supposed intelligence level of our higher-ups who sent us on it. You see, he was supposed to let himself be captured and..."

Naraht breaks off and his fringe vibrates in a gesture of mixed frustration and resignation. "It was complicated."

[gone_byebye]

Breakfast this morning for Ray was fried paradoxes and green stuff, which is just fine with him, but occasionally he looks up from a meal like that. And oh, hey, rock.

"Naraht!" he calls, waving one hand. "Hey there!"

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Naraht attempts to force some cheer into his voder's tone.

"Morning, Ray," he says. "Have you been home yet?"

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"Not unless you count coming in from the alternate New York, turning around, opening the door and checking to make sure I was looking at the alley next to the Firehall as going home," Ray says. "I just got here from a good month or so sewing things up in that reality. The world's a freaky place sometimes."

He considers one of the paradoxes, and then the Horta, and then figures eh, he'll toss one Naraht's way if Naraht wants-

-waaaaaaaaitasecond.

"Um, Naraht? You're a little... uh... exactly how long have I been gone?"

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"Ahhh...I was wondering how much excitement I missed. I take it that you met the enemy and kicked his ass from here to Alpha Centuri?"

Naraht chuckles a little. "Milliways time, I have no idea," he says. "But I've just come back from four months in my universe."

The Horta looks a little chagrinned. "Among other...eventful things, I discovered that I wasn't finished growing yet."

[gone_byebye]

"Not without a lot of help. I had to bring Eddie the jet, Garion, Asar-Suti, and Andrew through with me. They got to leave before I did, though."

He nods ruefully. "Rats. Well, I'll find someone to tell me."

"Oh. Okay, well, I guess that explains the size thing... you look like some rocks I saw sticking out of the Alaskan tundra once in terms of size. Wow. Did it itch to grow that much?" He shakes his head. "Don't mind me. I'm still a little knackered from setting things right in the other New York."

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"I can't wait to see the holos," Naraht says. Then he chuckles at Ray's embarassment over his question.

"It's okay, Ray. As for the itching...well, I didn't notice any, but I've been rather distracted as well."

Yes, a three hundred kilometer sprint might be considered distracting to many. Especially when one is worried sick about arriving too late to save a friend. Naraht plays a little with his uneaten breakfast.