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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Mission: A Cure Delayed</div>
<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Day: 5</div>
<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;">Stardate: 2445.10.29</div>
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<div style="font-family: -webkit-standard;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1108)</span></div>
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Davelahn was intrigued by the continuation of the misleading “research” that the doctor stuck with. However, it was not time to press that issue. However he did address the the question of HIS mission.</div>
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“My mission,” Davelahn said, “is simple and yet complex. "I have a client in Regar who is interested in collecting unique … I believe the human term is knick kacks… although even though that term implies valueless items, they are looking for items of a higher
value. Perhaps you can help provide me with a more discerning eye. I have a good reputation as a merchant, but my position in aesthetics is not as strong.”</div>
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He wondered about her choice in clothing and inferred that she had little else to wear since a Starship uniform may not be the most comfortable clothing to wear on a hot Vulcan day.</div>
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He offered a hand to help her stand and said, "However, this day is not about my client but giving you a sense of the Bizarre. I believe that we should start in clothing departments. You may want to have some more… comfortable clothing for the remainder of
your stay, perhaps even the remainder of this day.”</div>
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“I am in your hands,” Quinna said. “Where shall we start looking?”</div>
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He raised a quizzical eyebrow, “Perhaps we can start by getting to the Bizarre,” he said and led her out of the Suites. He quickly got the attention a transport and gave their destination to the computer pilot. He invited Quinna to enter the vehicle and followed
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“It is almost three kilometers to the Bizarre. If you are unprepared for the Vulcan climate the walk might be a little difficult at this time of day.”</div>
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(reply Quinna, if you want)</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Luxury Suites- Lobby Café- Davelahn – 1126)</span></div>
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<div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Davelahn stood outside of the building that housed the Bizarre. It was a tall stone building that had shown signs of weathering proving its age. The building
looked almost </span><font face="Calibri"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">fortress like with tower structures in the corners of the long, narrow building, and crested by parapets. The walls had pictures carved into them of stoic Vulcan figures that looked
almost welcoming. The building was nearly a thousand years old, but had not always housed the shopping extravaganza of the Bizarre. Carved around the outside of the entrance were the words
<i>MAHR-TA YUZHAT.</i> The Vulcan equivalent to Buyer Beware.</span></font></div>
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<div><font face="Calibri"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">If one looked closely one could see the lights that bordered the parapets and entry ways of the Bizarre.
</span></font><span style="font-family: Calibri; white-space: pre-wrap;">Davelahn turned to look at Quinna, “You should see it at night. It is … spectacular. However, at this time of the day it will not be as busy as the mid day heat can be overwhelming. Most
of the patrons at this time will be Vulcan so you will not have all of the emotionally based negotiations that you might experience in the cooler night hours”</span></div>
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<div><font face="Calibri"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">(reply Quinna)</span></font></div>
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<div><font face="Calibri"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">He moved over to the entrance and opened the doors. The cool air of the temperature controled building flowed over them and cooled the perspiration that had already started to appear on his forehead
and his back. Once inside they were met with the sights and sounds of one of the most spectacular collection of shops. There were purveyors of products from almost any planet and race that one could imagine. The corridor down the middle of the Bizarre was
narrow, but went long beyond the visual spectrum of the average beings. </span></font></div>
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<div>The next thing that met them was the smells of various foods, from the simple to the exotic. Some odors that were difficult to identify, or even identify as food. Some of the fragrances were perfumes and incense from multiple cultures. The smell assaulted
the typical beings olfactory senses in an almost dizzying manner. It was spectacular.</div>
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<div>(reply Quinna)</div>
<div>(posted by Al Muir)</div>
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<div>NRPG: Imagine if you will, the Grand Turkish Bizarre.</div>
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