I-211-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Concourse Café
Oliver’s mum is quiet, perhaps self-reflective. “Some things we never really know until we try.” She will leave space for Oliver to speak; if he doesn’t she will pick up the silence.
The RPG of Dominion Space…
Oliver’s mum is quiet, perhaps self-reflective. “Some things we never really know until we try.” She will leave space for Oliver to speak; if he doesn’t she will pick up the silence.
It’s small but well-stocked; representative samples of most types of drinks. What is Lia seeking?
“Your father wanted me to sound out the prospects for grandchildren. I pointed out that it’s early days yet, but I’ll report back accordingly.”
“I’ve just eaten and I’m having a dessert wine, otherwise there’s a port, a glass left of the white I was drinking earlier left or,” Raina gestures to a bar in one corner of...
Raina nods to Angela; she nods in turn and closes the door behind her. Raina gestures to the couch Lia was already heading toward, queries, “drink?”
“Alright,” she smiles with her eyes, “it’s just nice to have you back.” She pauses. “So, dare I ask if you’ve met anyone special?”
Angela, to Raina, “Will that be all Mer?” Raina holds up a hand – wait Angela. “Do you desire anything, Lia?”
Marissa will give him silent space, even after his comment, only tilting her head slightly in response.
Approached Angela gives her a professional smile and leads her to the elevator, puts a separate security dongle – not a Mer ID tag – against the reader inside and presses for the third...
Function Room Noting the Noters Lia thinks she’s been able to maintain the sort of discretion she’s hoping for, though she may have let a small unintended detail slip here and there if her...