[T20] High Law and low justice

[I appreciate the email, Maerdwyn.]

Ktarlewaweikye sighs and looks up at Saanath. She speaks in Galanglic. "It's nostromanic schizo-affective disorder. In short, it's a psychological disorder brought upon by stress and a change in situation. Aslan usually don't get it because we, uh, we're kind of insular, if you hadn't noticed." She has the grace to glance away from the human as she says it. "Anyway, I'm going to sedate him and then we need to find a therapist." She prepares the sedative from the field med kit. "You wouldn't happen to have run into any psychologists while you've been here, have you?" she asks, half jokingly.

[If I need a med check for the sedative, it's +16, DC-4 since I'm using the med kit. I'm not sure what the mod would be for remembering psychologists. I went to school at a ranking uni on this planet . . . my Edu is +5, I have Pseudo-Eidetic Memory (+2 to K/ and Edu checks involving memory) and Connections: Medical (+2 to Gather Information).]

She looks at Saanath for a long moment after he speaks. Then: "Thank you for helping him. I appreciate it, Saanath," she says, carefully pronouncing the name. She turns back to her patient after another quick appraisal.

[Hehee, I can imagine Saanath's response to Tomas's thought.]

Saanath looks up and considers Ktarlewaweikye for a moment.

"Thanks."

Ruzz'koff greets MacAllister's offered provender with suitible appreciation, "My thanks host" and escapes into semi-awareness and musing on food:

Okay, so sandwichs aren't really proper traditional Vargr food - on Lair carbohydrate was something you fed to animals - but they are probably the single greatest Solomani contribution to interstellar cuisine, there are just so easy and convenient for when you are on the run. Of course the Vargr digestive tract isn't designed to cope with digesting things other than fat and protein, but that's just evidence that the Ancients never had sandwiches, or they'd have designed us to cope with them.

He keeps aware of the Aslan and the human with them, just in case anything happens...

Saanath stands.

"I'm just going to the bar. Do you want anything?"

...

Saanaths route around the tables brings him to the bar well clear of the spectators.

"If you haven't poured the beer yet, I'll have a vodka on ice instead."

Saanath glances at his watch. An hour and a bit.

doghead said:

"I can't speak for him. Its not my place."

Saanath turns to Treth.

"Remember what we talked about Treth?"

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Treth breaks in here, roaring forcefully: "I AM TRETHEASOFKHOU AIS LHEAROSH ARDUA! DO NOT SPEAK THAT HUMAN NAME AGAIN!"

(OOC: You can either continue speaking, or stick him with the sedative, no check required for that. You are competant as a psychiatrist, but it's not your specialty, and you haven't practiced it much: -4 to rolls (only due to lack of experience, not lack of knowledge)

Ktarlewaweikye shakes her head at Saanath's question. "Thank you though." At the other Aslan's outburst, she turns to him quickly.

[Response will depend on what I know: I would like to know what his name means, if anything , and if I recognize him now that I've heard his name. Edu: +5, Int: +2]

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Treth breaks in here, roaring forcefully: "I AM TRETHEASOFKHOU AIS LHEAROSH ARDUA! DO NOT SPEAK THAT HUMAN NAME AGAIN!"

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A flash of anger crosses Saanath face, then disappears. You stupid sad f@@ker. I don't think that you have what you will need to get it all back.

"And I am called Saanath. But you can call me what you like. It makes no difference to me. I will still be what I am.

Continuity mod: at this point Saanath will stand and head for the bar as per earlier post.

doghead said:

Continuity mod: at this point Saanath will stand and head for the bar as per earlier post.

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Treth speaks to Ktarlewaweikye in a very quiet, confused voice - "I am sorry. The human has only helped me - I did not even ask his name -I just get so angry! I am ashamed."

OOC: Ktarlewaweikye knows what the name means, but I don't, at least officially. For purposes of continuing, the second part of his name means his family has ruled a piece of land called Lhearosh for many generations. She has never heard of it, or his family. Also, very sorry: somehow, I read Ktarlewaweikye as having called him Treth. Oops.

Just then a very young Vargr saunters into the bar, moves straight to McAllister, and whispers something to the bartender. Then she heads on through the door to the back.

McAllister says: "Right. Hergvaer - Fish!"

Hergvaer springs to the fire place and opens the shield, killing the AC. The Barman continues, "Any of ye who dunna want meet the guys in green [color of local police uniforms] had best be heading into the back room. Now. Not that I think they're heading here on account of you, ya ken? Krueg: we're off for tonight. Too hot."