Not much had happened since play was in the opening round. but Starbuck motions me over, "Say Scurridae, hate to impose, but the guys here ordered a round of beverages but don't want to leave their hands just now, could you?"

All of this changes shortly after Starbuck raises an arm and calls me over to the Pyramid Table.I suppose people were willing to concede that even someone from Internal Registrations had the right to at least watch when it was their cubits at stake.

A few distracted, nearly hostile stares were directed my way. Apparently, there were those who were familiar with the slate-gray vestures of Internal Registrations. But everything had been on pretty short notice.

The 'relaxation session' was well under way by the time I entered the Rec Lounge. The aroma of various elixirs and stale smoke hit me the moment I stepped in. I coughed.

So I close my office, er cubicle. I got things back inorder as best I coulod. I did take a moment to straighten up my blanket on what passes for my cot. It wasn't much of a cubicle, but it was my cubicle.   I tried to lock things down as close to standards as I could. After I had lent my moneybelt to Starbuck and sent the paperwork bearing Colonel Tigh's signature to secure locations, there was very little left in my cubicle that wasn't second-hand ships stores.

   "Glad to be of servce," Starbuck says as he releives me of my moneybelt, he nods and then strides off down the corrider. I swear that I could hear him whistling.

Starbuck smiles, "Well, there you go, just be my backer and float me a small loan and there will be no problems whatsoever."   "Gee thanks," I said, still bewildered as I handed my money-belt to Starbuck.

I keep a straight face and pull out a sheath of paperwork and hand it to the Colonial Warrior, "Actually not," I say, "as you will find, most of this has been drawn from the ships stores," I nod towards the paperwork, "I hope everything is filled out properly. I wouldn't want to be the source of Unneccessary Confusion."

Uhh yeah," Starbuck agrees, nods like he is really concentrating, "That might be a hitch," then raises an arm, and snaps his fingers, "I know, how many cubits do you have on you?"   I pat my money-belt, "Uhm, I think about ten, it's been awhile since last pay."

Starbuck smiles, "By the way, we're getting together to celebrate the cease-fire over at the Recreation Lounge later, maybe you'd like to sit  in on a couple hankds of Pyramid."    I start out, "That's Service Territory, wouldn't the Internal Registrations thing get in the way?"