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From: Bruce Johnson
>
> > After Jezebel has spent her morning following Shawn about doing the
> > pre-flight checks she heads to her quarters and changes into Lysia.
> >
> > The unorganized hair is quickly pulled back behind her ears and
> > held in place with a single organically shaped silver clasp, a long thin
> > spike of polished titanium pierces the clasp. The khakis and tank
> > top are replace with a black silk Vhztata pant suit, and white
> > shimmer weave blouse. The combat boots vanish under her bunk
> > and a pair of black suede Makhi shoes appear. With two coats of
> > steel blue nail polish and a hint of eye liner she emerges from her
> > quarters, a smile on her face and a sense of purpose in her step.
> >
> > Lysia hooks her little com system in behind her right ear and
> > heads towards the bridge looking for Woof, Shawn or Ricardo.
>
>
> Ricardo, who has come to the bridge to confer with Shawn about the
> preflight and preparations on the bridge, turns and says "All
> right, stop right there! Who are you and what did you do with
> Jezebel?" He grins "Looking for something to do?"
"I figured," Lysia says with a smile as she looks about the room, "since we're headed back to Mark I might as well spend a week getting used to the idea I'll be Lysia again."
She pushes a few loose strands of hair back absently, "I thought that as we're going to have passangers I might as well go make myself useful."
A thin smile crosses her lips as she counts on her fingers, "I'm fluent in galanglic, (what is the offical language name?) vargr, including a couple of local dialiects and zerustri. I've got a winning smile a positive attitude and I'm great with people. I mean providing I'm not related to them and don't have to kick their asses."
Lysia Jezebel David
