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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 12:54:49 GMT -5
Augusta: I'll let you get into something more comfortable.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 13:26:16 GMT -5
Ivanova enters the bathroom, carrying a suitcase of clothing. Minites later she returns wearing a beautiful evening gown.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 13:40:24 GMT -5
Augusta: You look wonderful, shalt we my dear.
He holds out his hand.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 13:43:38 GMT -5
Ivanova: Yes we shall. Maybe tomorrow around this time we can visit the ballroom for a slow dance.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 13:54:43 GMT -5
Augusta: I'd bee happy to give you a dance.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 13:56:42 GMT -5
Ivanova: Thank you. I haven't danced in years.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 14:01:42 GMT -5
Augusta: We should go before the sunsets on us, though a moonlight walk wouldn't be all that bad.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 14:28:53 GMT -5
Ivanova: Why not have both, we can go for a walk now, and one after that dip in the hot tub.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 14:31:49 GMT -5
Augusta: Alright then let us be off.
He took Ivanova's hand.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 14:38:50 GMT -5
The two lovers leave the hotel via the back door, which is connected to the beach. The cool ocean breeze blows Ivanova's brown hair ever so gently.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 14:46:08 GMT -5
Augusta doesn't pay to close attention to the sun as he does his lovely wife.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 14:51:11 GMT -5
Ivanova: Ah... smell that fresh air! I was getting tired of the recycled oxygen aboard starships and space stations.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 14:53:55 GMT -5
Augusta: I agree and its always better when the is water near by I don't know what it is.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 15:01:04 GMT -5
Ivanova: Just everything... the sounds, the smell, the taste, everything.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 15:05:22 GMT -5
Augusta: You will get no argument from me, Its why I would rather a Field missions than sitting behind a desk on a ship.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 15:07:01 GMT -5
Ivanova: I know.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 15:15:15 GMT -5
Augusta leans in and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 15:18:36 GMT -5
Ivanova rests her head on Augusta's shoulder.
Ivanova: While here, I want us to have that new eye of your modified... the Badgenese are very good at stuff like that. Then can shield that new eye of yours against EMP damage.
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Post by gfawkes77 on Sept 24, 2007 15:21:20 GMT -5
Augusta: Maybe they can do that to both I did pack the other, just in case this one has a small malfunction while we are here.
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Post by Marcus Starkiller on Sept 24, 2007 15:40:22 GMT -5
Ivanova: Sure.
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