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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:59 pm
Myrchasa! Ha l'char m'siar ves Sol, ter shollir fasra'limiar "Surasian". N'l'anrir, sil'or me'asanish.
Welcome! You have reached the living quarters of Sol, the ship's Surasian diplomat. Please, make yourself comfortable.
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010010101010001101010100101010110010110 It's a spacious - if cold - apartment, with a single bedroom, a bathroom, a lounge/library and a kitchen. The bedroom contains a simple Surasian-styled glass bed, electronically cooled to -5 degrees Celsius. The wardrobes are small, but contain a few items of immense value, as well as some traditional Surasian robes. The library or lounge consists of a couple of large armchairs, a glass coffee table and about twenty shelves of books. More books are piled in the corners. There is a glass stand for his sword. Throughout the house, the bulletproof glass doors and lights are operated by voice commands in Surasian, to prevent robberies.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 6:15 am
Sol's Residence  He was overcome by boredom. Sol'd suffered an illness, picked up from his recent excursions to the Medical Bay. His body, alien to Earthly infections, had been helpless at the hands of the Rhino virus, known by humans as a "cold". With his respiratory system constantly suffering, he'd had to stay inside several days. Such inactivity wrecked his mind. He needed entertainment. Which is why he'd called Selena. She'd be over shortly, if he was lucky, with some... "entertainment".
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2009 2:05 am
Serena Crowl
Faction: Residence of Sol the Ebon
Location: Deck 15, Sector S, Area 2764
Serena took forever to find the living quarters of a Surasian diplomat currently suffering from a case of the common cold. To most this wouldn't have been much of a problem, but to some alien species they could be as fatal as a case of the Ebola virus. Pressing the button for his intercom, she spoke clearly into the speaker.
"Serena Crowl, I have your medicinal treatments with me."
She did have medicinal treatments and remedies, but she also brought his recreational drugs. To make the time for her treatment less painfully slow and boring.
Her shoulder bag contained a nasal spray decongestant, a powder to inhale to help relieve lung problems. A balm to help with sleep, and some dried up leaves to be boiled for a tea. In the bottom, the fake base to the bag hid four different bags. A white powder, crystal cubes, a package of leaves and some pills.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:45 am
Sol's Residence "Vunderful!" exclaimed Silas through the speaker. "h'I'll let h'you right through." He was feeling better, but still too weak to walk much on his prostethic legs. The freezing air had only amplified the Rhino virus, but his powerful immune system had nearly eradicated it. Shouting in Surasian, the house interpreted his command and opened the front door, allowing an icy breeze to escape out into the ship's hall. He was draped across his couch, wearing nothing but a black towel across his genitalia for modesty purposes. The heat of the virus playing hell with his body was too much for the cold-loving alien. Clothes would fry him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 12:30 am
Serena Crowl
Faction: Residence of Sol the Ebon
Location: Deck 15, Sector S, Area 2764
After waiting for a short while, there was a response and the door eventually opened. Serena found understanding the alien species thick accent partially confusing yet could manage to grasp the overall content of his speech. She just hoped she didn't misunderstand any long plant names if he so asked for them.
The pulse of cold air that radiated out into the corridor now that the door was open sent a chill down her spine, and she pulled her cloak around her to stave off the chills. Entering she took in her surroundings before noticing the scantly clad patient reclining on the couch. It was a rather interesting room, and very clean when compared to some of the lower classes that traveled aboard the ship.
"Good evening, I see that you are rather ill, or more still trying to fight off our nasty little viruses. Like many other species you are more suseptable, but it's a good thing you sent for me. My all natural...well mostly natural remedies will have you up and walking in no time."
Moving in and kneeling on the cold ground in front of the couch she placed her bag on the glass table and unpacked it's contents. Describing the uses and the instructions for each one.
"How much are you willing to spend? My prices are far better for the quality and safety of the medicines than you would get from the Medical Bays. Plus, you never know what solvents they have been using."
Putting the nasal spray, the balm, the tea leaves and the fine powder to treat his lungs on the table she pulled the base out of the bag. Taking out the four single person portions to last one week, she placed them also on the table.
"Your recreational dosage as well. Take them one at a time, never mix them. Unless you want to feel as fast as a comet mentally yet your body is solid rock. Will send even the sanest person into a mental breakdown. Very very dangerous sir. So be careful. By themselves you smoke the leaves like normal, burn the white powder, swallow or dissolve the cubes and take the pills as per normal. You shall enjoy the reactions I think. Although, the crystals can have a rather arousing after effect, best to be taken in private."
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:48 am
Sol's Residence Dressed in a silver full-body suit of sorts, and a dark, draping cape, which partially hid her face, she swept into the room. The cape was a good idea. Temperatures in here could severely damage older humans, causing medical issues such as headaches, pains, and, in extreme cases, cardiac issues. "It is unfortunate they are so frail. It will be many years before I understand their galactic success.""Greetings, human. h'I c'hope h'you are not uncomfortable at zis temperature. h'I do keep a voolen blan'ket iff h'you so require." He gestured to the ground in front of him. Settling besides his thin, bare form, she kneeled on the icy floor and opened her bag. He accepted the standard items - simple medical drugs which would aid him in his final days of recovery - with a nod, and listened intently as she explained the swallowing, sniffing and rubbing required for each variety of medication. "Price.... iss not an issue fur me. C'how much iss it fur everyzing? Zhe c'whole lot, a** h'you say."And then, lifting the base out of the bag, she withdrew four small pills and delicately placed them on the table. His gray eyes lit up. Smiling lightly, he made an effort to sit up. "h'I zhank h'you. h'You haff... eased my suffering. Pleass, come back h'any time iff h'you wish to share in zhese... recrea'tional h'activities. h'I am moor than willink to buy."
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:02 am
Serena Crowl
Faction: Residence of Sol the Ebon
Location: Deck 15, Sector S, Area 2764
It was odd for a client to buy up all of the stock she presented, but it wasn't unheard of. Because robbery and crime was fairly rife in the less managed area's of the ship she never carried more than a thousand credits worth on her. She calculated in her mind, 400 credits would take care of the medicinal supplies and 600 should take care of the recreational supplies. Of course growing and manufacturing the strong recreational drugs was more expensive and more dangerous. It needed some extra 'creds' to cover the danger.
"The temperature is fine, for a short stop by anyway. Thank you."
She put all of the supplies together and turned back to him.
"All up one thousand credits, give or take some loose change. And a happy customer is always a good customer. And I plan to supply you as long as you so require.
"Remember not to take everything at once, not counting the treatments for you actual illness."
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 4:57 pm
Sol's Residence When she mentioned the price, Sol shrugged. It was enough to bankrupt some poorer inhabitants of TranCity, but all his "medical" funds were directly paid for by his university. Truth be told, Sol couldn't remember the last time he spent his own money. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall earning money via actual work. "h'I vill be su're to h'exercisse cau'tion h'upon consump'tion off h'your vares, Miss Cowl." Smiling as gently as he could, but no doubt seeming sinister anyway, he handed her a blank check with the Zion Interplanetary Market and Bank, or ZIMAB, logo on it. People who had ZIMAB checkbooks could be trusted to have the funds needed for anything. Looking at the pile of medication and "medication" on the glass table, he sighed. "Be su're to stay in touch," he murmured, and then spoke out in Surasian. The front door opened again. "Gutbye."
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