it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

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Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

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Culture shock...huh...

All of a sudden it hits her. "Oh! That was a cultural taboo, wasn't it? I'd heard that in many Lander cultures reproduction is not something talked about in public, but I completely forgot. My sincerest apologies...I hope your culture shock fades soon, though with the regular new arrivals, I doubt it ever will."

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Lister looks relieved, and then tries to hide it, not wanting to insult Lafiel.

"Don't sweat it," he tells her. "We can talk about it, but...it's odd, ya know?"