*Ragnar smiles at Ashley.* Ragnar: Ash, what was it like growing up in this universe? *He seems very interested... he also squeezes her hand a little.*
Ragnar: Ell, could you imagine what the City would be like with replicators? We would've beaten back those aliens years ago! *He rests a hand on Ashley's knee, since she's nearest to him, and finishes off his second slice.*
*Ragnar takes a slice of pizza.* Ragnar: Thank you two, for being so kind to me... *He smiles as he sips his drink.* *** Kuntel: I like it when you blow things up. Makes you look... imperial. *He raises an eyebrow jokingly.*
Jean:... I may be a gambling man, but I'm successful because I know when not to take a bet... *He leans back. Vani growls and tries to stay on, but it fails and she jumps back from Clara.* Vani: I guess you've improved...
Kuntel: Well, it does make a little sense. *He smiles at her.* Kuntel: It's okay cher, they'll know how much you love them from the time you do spend with them. You're a captain and a mother. It's like you're a travelling businesswoman.
*Kuntel raises an eyebrow.* Kuntel: What was it about? *** Ragnar: Okay, babe... *He goes back to the replicator, tries again, and succeeds. He comes back happily with two glasses of Dr. Pepper and a glass of sweet tea.* Ragnar: Here we are, you two wonderful ladies. *He gives them their drinks.*
Vani: What's wrestling? *She smiles and gets on top, trying to pin Clara.* Jean: Aw, she's not tough! Clara, she's practically a piece of paper on you! You got this! *He smiles a bit at Chloe.*
OOC: We've already said that the Andorians are different in this LP, for the sake of Tala having a relationship. *Kuntel smiles at her.* Kuntel: Think we'll have any chance at privacy during this trip? *** Ragnar: Luck... *He bites his lip, and his shoulders kinda come up in a defensive way, like he's shrinking down. He…
OOC: Pepper as in the stuff you put on your food, by the way. Just in case! *Ragnar blushes and looks at Ashley.* Ragnar: Could you help me figure it out, Ash?
*Vani pulls at Clara's foot, breaking pressure for a bit, enough for her to bend her elbow and pull herself on top, throwing punches at Clara.* Vani: She was a ***** that got her exercise through f*cking. I get mine by actually fighting!
*Ragnar nods and goes to get it... he comes back with two glasses of pepper and a glass of sweet peas.* Ragnar: I think I need help. *He smiles, embarrassed.* OOC: From the wikis, they are required. The genetic material needed for the male half is split between the two, one female serves as the fertilization, and the other…
*She frowns and checks Tara M's file.* Doctor: Oh, I guess it'll be alright. Just, don't go too far from Sickbay, in case something happens and you're hurt.
OOC: F*ck it, we'll say that the Federation allows it because they're 'so accepting of different religions and ideologies'. And Data actually mentioned something about Bolians using three people in a marriage. Maybe we can use that? Ragnar: I don't know... *He seems to be thinking, having stopped at a table and…
*Vani rolls over on top, and seems to do it better than last time, actually.* Vani: Oh, wrestling. Doesn't matter, I'll kick your TRIBBLE any time, any day, in any way you want!
OOC: It is a bit weird, though, right? They'll have to do some old Mormon research for the ceremony. :P And Veronica's the one with white hair, yes? *Ragnar might be calculating the cost of three wedding bands, and is most definitely not caring about all the stares they're attracting.*
*He takes both of them, smiling at them both.* Ragnar: I love you both. *He shakes his head, not really registering what he said.* OOC: Maybe polygamy is an option, because I kinda like this dynamic.