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[sighteddancer]

There is a yautja in a bar.

Specifically, there's a yautja sitting on a table near one wall. She would be on a broken chair, but she needs to have room for her breastplate. She's still decently wearing other armor, a more battered set of interconnected plates, but she's busy trying to figure out how to attach her Security badge to her better piece

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[there_is_a_me]

"Hallo, Cre'hktdi." Spoon settles down in a nearby chair, "How're you doing?"

[sighteddancer]

Christine makes a friendly greeting-sound. Then she makes little snapping sounds with her mandibles against her teeth, holds the badge up, and flips it over.

Yeah, it pins on, and she wears either treated hide or metal. Nooot going too well.

[there_is_a_me]

"Huh." Spoon says, "What about putting it on a necklace sort of thing? Wearing it that way? Or I can cold solder it to sommat for you."

[sighteddancer]

The badge is studied carefully. "A necklace might work. I tend to avoid them, since when I go upside down they fall into my mask."

It's really annoying to have a small trophy clop you between the lower mandibles when you're just climbing around.

[there_is_a_me]

"Point." Spoon says, frowning, "What if you make a harness? Around the neck and under the arms to stabilize it?" It's so nice to be talking about normal things with a normal friend!

[sighteddancer]

"Inconvenient," Christine decides, after careful consideration. "I like freedom to move, and more straps would be in my way. I thought of hooking it through the camoflage netting," thereby making her the first Security member ever to be mistaken for someone who's pierced her navel with a badge, "but it might catch on something."

[there_is_a_me]

Though considering the height at which many of the shorter patrons fall, it'd be a convenient first impression! 'SECURITY MEMBER! ... REALLY TALL ONE!' "Hmm. What about hooking it to your belt? Tie it around or sommat?"

[sighteddancer]

And for the very short, 'hunh. They put badges on the walls here.'

Christine makes a curious sound, then crosses her legs at the knees, drawing them up to get a better reach at the ties around her ankles. (By lines of body, she now looks curiously like a giant male dreadlocked raver ballet dancer fixing a slipper.) "Too low." She shifts back again and begins looking at likely spots on her belt. No, her hunting bag clips there when it's full. . . no, that's for the dagger she's not of rank to earn yet. . . no, that's where the disc goes. . . "Tie it around?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Uh." Spoon says, "Just...find an empty spot? And hang a short necklace sort of thing on the belt?"

His next suggestion is use it as a hair clip. We may not want to go there.

[sighteddancer]

Christine considers carefully, and then decides this is as good a spot as any other. She sorts through a small container, pulling out a piece of cord that smells rather different from the others she's wearing. "This isn't acid-resistant, but I don't think the badge is, either.

"How has your Hunt gone?"

[there_is_a_me]

"Probably not." Spoon agrees, then his lips turn up, "Went orc hunting. They weren't bad. Dirty, smelly, used swords badly. Took trophy from the one I fought bare handed." He'd show her pictures, but she can't see them. Sad times!

[sighteddancer]

There's a long roll of agreement at the accomplishment and prey, plus a bit of commiserative clicking that they weren't really skilled in their weapons. "More Unblooded finding interesting prey?"

She tries to ignore that the Milliways Unblooded are rapidly stockpiling more interesting encounters than she's managed to put together in her entire career. They start on live and long-evolved worlds, after all, and she has to find those.

[there_is_a_me]

"Yeah." Spoon says with a nod, "Glorfindel. He's an elf. Pointy ears, really old. Calls me Puppy." Spoon is down with that. He is. He started it, after all. "Was wondering if, maybe, Bar could give you an idea of where to go in order to find planets that haven't been hunted yet? Just, like. A direction to point the ship?"

[sighteddancer]

Spoon. God-puppy. Excuse Christine while she just pretends she didn't hear, please? Thank you.

She'd kind of like to forge ahead alone, following her path blindly, but. . . it's not like she hasn't already let her hunt be altered, since every time she goes around the trophy wall on the shelf she has to hug the far wall to avoid bumping the T-Rex skull.

"That isn't a bad idea," she concedes. "I have once more found a lot of rock."

[there_is_a_me]

...But god-puppy suits him so much!

Spoon nods and takes a drag off his fag comfortably, "Could just ask for a point in the right direction, right? Doesn't have to be a map or anything. Any of it been interesting rock?"

[sighteddancer]

"Could," Christine says, comfortably slipping into slang poor grammar. "Not this time, no. Only mass, scorching on one side, cool on the other, no orbiting bodies."