H-513: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Room
“Transient,” she repeats, flatly. Still softly, “Cinna is not responsible for any decisions I have made, and you should not hold her responsible.”
The RPG of Dominion Space…
“Transient,” she repeats, flatly. Still softly, “Cinna is not responsible for any decisions I have made, and you should not hold her responsible.”
“Cinna is your boss,” she observes, maintaining her soft tone.
“Try this,” she says, and pours him a sweet Basi wine in a low-G-safe cup. Unlike any Dominion ship he’s been on, which maintain artificial gravity at 1G in Hyperspace, Welcome Wagon is running...
Raina turns toward her, watches her for several seconds. From behind Lia a flash of lightning illuminates the room, briefly throwing her shadow starkly across it. Though the windows block most of the sound,...
Reminder: The inner corridor opens out onto the private room proper. It is warmly lit, and maintains the hotel’s apparently universal brown-and-mustard styling. A dining table with two chairs has been set near the centre...
After a few Moments (3-5 minutes) Raina pokes her head around the door. “Well?”
“The grilled chicken and vegetables is good, and I make the sauce with extra hospitality,” she winks at him. “Maybe you’d like to start with a drink?”
The private room itself is carpeted – quiet in there, but out here in the anteroom, Lia’s boots are clicking on the hard flooring. How long is she likely to pace up and down...
“You are free to leave if you wish, but aren’t you curious why I asked you here like this?”
Raina waits briefly to see if Lia (I think it’s Lia at this point, not Winta?) will respond before continuing, “It’s a genuine question, not a rhetorical one; it’s important we have a shared...