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[veni_vidi_valui]

WHO: Atia/Miss Parker
WHAT: The two most foul-mouthed characters in the ship's history have been paired up... Miss Parker thinks taking her new inmate to the bar is an ideal way to break the ice. Yes, that's right... Atia and Miss Parker... WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW

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Parker showed up at the door with her lips set in a crimson frown. Despite knowing that she needed an inmate, Parker wished she had one with less of the sort of fuckery that Atia had.

Why did she need to be paired with probably the one person who could swear as well as she did? There was no doubt that it had been that reason that Parker herself had been paired with Denise, and she wondered if the Admiral thought lightening would have struck twice.

Without saying anything, Parker simply opened the door and walked through it, holding it behind her for her inmate.

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Putting two Alpha personalities together could be either disastrous or a dramatic cause for success. Unfortunately, from a look at Atia's track record, the latter was a whole lot more likely than the former... Still, time would tell.

A moment was taken as the Roman matriarch paused for consideration. Either that or just to spite the relatively futuristic young woman. Then, finally, decided to move on through.

"You may fetch me wine."

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Parker's nostrils flared when Atia paused for spite, and she knew that's what it was. There was nothing else it could be other than her inmate being a...

That was not the fucking way to start this.

With grit teeth, Parker thrust her hand towards the bar. "Rule one, I am not your fucking servant. You want something get off your ass and get it yourself."

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"But you are responsible for my well-being... A bargain I shall hold you to."

Some dynamics took the form of friendly understandings. Others, hostility. If the look Atia gave her guide was anything to go by, however, this one had the makings of classic prisoner-and-warden, instead. She wasn't intimidated by the response. Instead, regarded her for a few moments more and then moved off in that direction, eyeing whoever was behind the bar and ordering some sort of beverage to-

OK, so that one wasn't available... What about? Or? Well, did they have? And if not that, then?

Ancient Roman concoctions were not, it seemed, in any greater demand here than in the dining hall.

"Just... Wine! I don't care! Something palatable!"

Placing her order thusly with a waving hand at the wrist, Atia turned her attention back to the woman supposedly in charge of her.

"If you've the least bit of humanity within you, then announce me as fit to leave. I'm a captive of torment and you're every bit as guilty as this Admiral creature, should you not."