<<ooc ok everyone this starts the fun. Everyone can be affected in their own time. Have fun exploring your character and please feel free to interact with other crew.>> ==Star Base Kinsi === Secombe busied himself at shop. He now had 25 of the potted plants with more being brought to him regularly by the once smelly man. He was grinning form ear to ear as he set up a special display near the front of his shop. In the few hours he had the single plant sitting on a desk in the back of the shop, 4 customers had taken an interest in it, wanting to purchase a cut flower. Secomb had asked the customers to come back in several hours, saving the lone plat Cameron had given him for a seed parent if Cameron should not have returned. But now he was brimming with the plants and filling with greed. HE figured that he would display the plants in their post, not cutting them until the last possible moment. Then he would sell the cutting and keep the roots, in hopes of cultivating the plat for another flower. He grinned with greed as the thoughts of the irresistible flower sales cashed out though his mind. Once he finished displaying 20 of the potted plants, a woman walked in . She was finely dressed and oozed with latinum. She was dressed in a fine red silk robe, her hair adorned with ruby and red ribbon. He watched as she eyed the newly displayed flowers in the front. Secombe quietly moved in for the sale. "May I help you madam?" he said with a used car salesman smile on his face. "Yes I was looking for some flowers. I want to create a center piece for a dinner reception I am having a little later. " She pointed to the potted flowers. "Those are exquisite, what are they called? I have never seen such a flower before, and what a lovely shade of red." Secombe nodded and grinned even bigger. "Ah yes they are a lovely color. A very rare flower indeed." He started with. He thought of the name of the flower that Cameron had given him,{Lifesaver? Sounds more like a child's candy than a flower name.} Secombe quickly thought of a fancier name to impress the woman with. "Well the indigenous people of the planet this flower came form called it the Lovers sacrifice, loosely translated form their language. " he added. "the legend was that two lovers were separated by war. Longing for one another they braved a massive battle to be together. Sadly the legend tells that at the moment the two lovers had rejoined each other, they were struck down. A few days after a flower appeared at the very spot of where the two had fallen. The locals believed that the red color of the flower was inked by the blood of the two lovers and that a part of the lovers life inside each flower." He said quickly making up the story as he went. The woman nodded and replied, "How romantic." He leaned over and smelled the flower. " And the aroma is none like I have experienced before.: she looked back up at Secombe and pointed to the display. "I want a dozen of them cut and placed in to a vase!" She demanded. Secombe nodded, "Of course Madam, that will be 25 strips of latinum!." The woman replied din disbelief. "25! That is unusually high for flowers. You are not taking advantage of me are you?" Secombe bowed his head, "No madam. The flower ,m though abundant on its home planet, is terribly difficult to cultivate elsewhere. It takes many months of careful painstaking attention and care to get the flower to even blossom . These are the only ones I have been able to produce in 2 years of cultivating." He leaned in a bit. "They are very rare and are sure to be the envy of your peers. And you will be buying over halve of my inventory, no one else will be able to match you in this accomplishment." The woman thought about it for a moment. She was out to make a statement to her friends, and even if they tried, they would not be able to match her centerpiece with 12 flowers. "Very well, 25 it is." She waved Secombe off to tend to his duties arranging the vase and flowers. ===3 hours later=== The table was set, the guests seated and the food served. But the one thing that was on everyone's mind was the lovely , unique flowers that adorned the center of the table. Everyone could not stop talking about it. They all were eating the main course, a pasta style dish, when it happened. A man and a woman, who had just met became very amorous as they sensually shared their meal with each other. The woman who had purchased the flowers, started to comb her hair with a fork, babbling about how it was not perfect for the public to see. Then a blood curdling scream came form the far end. A man stood up form the table, knocking over his chair. "ARGH! They are after me! They get this trip away from me! How dare you serve artalian serpents!" he started to brush his arms off as if some thing was on him. "!AHHH! get them off! Get them off! " HE looked around frantically and started to run out the door. "THEY Are Everywhere!" he was hallucinating seeing the slithering serpents everywhere when in fact they were not. One by one each of the 12 guests started to behave in a strange manner. Some hallucinating, some who's personality seemed to be focused on one fear or emotion. Each reacting differently, but each truly not their self. As the party turned in to a clammily, the air in the banquet room circulated. Unseen to any one pollen form the flower began to waft through the air. As the ships air recycling system performed its duty, little did any one know that the station would soon see a crises they had never expected to see. ===End Log == Written By Indy