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A security alert goes off on the ship, and after pursuing the break in, you find Irwin's attempted to brute force his way into Sylvan's room. Having failed to guess Sylvan's password, he has repeatedly smashed several chairs against the door to no avail. When he spots you glaring at him, he protests, "He'sss HIDING ssssomething in there! I jussst KNOW it! If you can let me in, I can prove it!"

You briefly remind Irwin that he too has smuggled many disallowed items into his room that you've caught, and he stutters. "I mean, ssssure. But thissss isss different! He uhm... uh... Ah damn whatever."

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data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/text	You spot Irwin reading a strange looking book made of physical paper, a rarity nowadays, and inquire what it's about. To your surprise, he's actually fairly enthusiastic that you've asked. "It'ssss a collection of ssstudiess on the history, anatomy, and ssspecial adaptations of Equinoidsss by region." Irwin shifts in his chair to see you better and asks if you'd like to know more.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[1]/text	Sure.	Bien-sûr.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[1]/event/text	Irwin flips back a couple pages and orients himself in the text, but seems to realize the text is too technical for you and settles for explaining it himself. "No one'sss quite sssure where Equinoidsss originated from, though it'sss possssible they may have come from the sssame sssyssstemss ass the Cryssstalline Empire. They likely looked a lot different compared to what they're known assss know though. At sssome point, the Guild found a planet with a large concentration of alpha Equinoidssss, a ssspecial breed which growsss cryssstal-like growthsss on itss body. Ssstudiesss sssuggesst alphasss posssesss far greater intelligence than common Equinoidsss, and thusss facilitated larger herd sssizesss. Thisss planet became the sssource of very profitable trade ssselling the Equinoidsss asss beasssts of labor, or for their colorful hidesss. That isss, in fact, why we chossse the particular location that the Guild isss currently headquartered." "The book doesssn't sssay all of that, by the way. It'sss a children'sss book." He flips the cover around to show a colorful cartoon drawing of a six-legged horse eating some grass. "I jussst know all of thisss because I wasss, you know... there when it happened." Irwin sighs and closes the book. "Bassstards sssure regret they kicked me out now! Probably. I hope they do."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[2]/text	No thanks.	Non merci.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[2]/event/text	Irwin shrugs. "Oh well, not everone caresss about thisss ssstuff I guessss. I jussst would have thought a Renegade would be more inquisssitive. Meh, your lossss."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[3]/text	Equinoids? Ew, gross!
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[3]/event/text	Irwin frowns. "You know, I admit I might be a bit of a burden ssssometimess, but there'sss no need to be rude. Yikesss, what a child you are."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/text	"It'sss sssuch an ugly word... 'mercenary'. Eugh. I've worked with ssscum my whole life, but of all the filth, the people in the Sssyndicate are the onesss I had the leassst pleasssure to do busssinesss with." Irwin looks you straight in the eye and you can feel a probing sensation in your mind. "Do me a promisssse, captain, and keep the Renegade name clean of the kind of legacy that Mercenariesss carry. Asss long asss we're on the sssame page there, we can be friendsss. And alssso sso long asss you aren't part of the conssspiracy too. That'sss alssso very important."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[1]/text	Sure thing.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[1]/event/text	Irwin nods, salutes, and slithers away.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[2]/text	Didn't you do some bad shit in the EHG? Not sure Mercenaries do anything much worse.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[2]/event/text	"I uh... look. Yeah... I did make... missstakesss. Might have tricked a primitive ssspeciess into an indefinite period of indentured sssservitude. But I got fired for it, fair and sssquare. Yesss, I want revenge on the rat bassstard trio who did me in, but... look ssshuttup alright? I made missstakes. I'm not proud of them, mate. But in the wake of everything we can all try to be better people. That'sss all I'm sssaying."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_ALKALI_1"]/text	Alkali is busy mixing various unstable (and illegal) chemicals in the kitchen when Irwin slides up next to him. "You're professssor Alkali, correct?" Alkali huffs and affirms. "Yes, I am thhhe genius formally known as Professssor Alkali." You notice Alkali slur his s's, mocking Irwin's speech. Irwin's excitement seems to bubble for a moment before he settles down. "Wow, it'sss an honor to meet you! I'm an avid hunter of your creationssss. You've created sssome of the mossst exotic and unique lifeformsss I have ever had the pleasssure of adding to my collectionsss. I jussst wanted to give you thisss, asss a gift for your work." Irwin hands Alkali a strange z-shaped bone of some worth with a colorful bow tied to it. Alkali wavers while accepting the gift for a moment. "You aren't supposed to kill thhhe... uhm... nevermind." Alkali places the bone on the countertop. "Gift accepted. Uh... go bothhher someone else now. P-please?"	Alkali est occupé à mélanger divers produits chimiques instables (et illégaux) dans la cuisine quand Irwin se glisse à côté de lui. "Vous zzêtes le professsseur Alkali, n'est-ccce pas ?" Alkali souffle et affirme. "Oui, che suis le chénie officiellement connu sous le nom de professsseur Alkali." Vous remarquez qu'Alkali glisse ses s, se moquant de l'élocution d'Irwin. L'excitation d'Irwin semble bouillonner un instant avant qu'il ne se calme : "Wow, ccc'est un honneur de vous rencontrer ! Je sssuis un chasssseur avide de vos créatttions. Vous zzavez créé cccertaines des formes de vie les plus zzexotiques et les plus zzuniques que j'ai jamais eu le plaisssir d'ajouter à mes collections. Je voulais jussste vous donner ccecci, un cadeau pour votre travail." Irwin tend à Alkali un étrange os en forme de z d'une certaine valeur auquel est attaché un nœud coloré. Alkali hésite un instant en acceptant le cadeau : "Ffous n'êtes pas censé tuer le... euh... passons." Alkali pose l'os sur le comptoir : "Cadeau accepté. Euh... allez chercher quelqu'un d'autre maintenant. S'il ffous plaît ?"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_1"]/text	You catch Irwin spying on Sylvan from around the corner while Sylvan makes himself breakfast. He turns to you and whispers: "I don't trussst thisss guy. He'sss... ssshifty. Also he'sss an asssshole and I don't like him." You shrug and put your hand on and lower Irwin's blunderbuss, which he is anxiously gripping in both hands.	Vous surprenez Irwin en train d'espionner Sylvain depuis un coin pendant que ce dernier se prépare le petit déjeuner. Il se tourne vers vous et murmure : " Je n'ai pas confiancccce en ccce type. Il est sss...suspicieux. Aussssi, ccc'est un connard et je ne l'aime pas." Vous haussez les épaules et posez votre main sur le tromblon d'Irwin, qu'il tient anxieusement à deux mains, pour l'abaisser.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_2"]/text	Irwin and Sylvan accidentally bump into each other in the hallway and steal a glance. Sylvan nods but Irwin growls and Sylvan slinks away quickly. It seems like there was a lot more left unsaid, but they must not want to get into old beef in the hallways.	Irwin et Sylvain se croisent accidentellement dans le couloir et s'échangent un regard. Sylvain acquiesce mais Irwin grogne et Sylvain s'éloigne rapidement. Il semble que beaucoup d'autres choses n'ont pas été dites, mais ils ne doivent pas vouloir se disputer dans les couloirs.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_3"]/text	A security alert goes off on the ship, and after pursuing the break in, you find Irwin's attempted to brute force his way into Sylvan's room. Having failed to guess Sylvan's password, he has repeatedly smashed several chairs against the door to no avail. When he spots you glaring at him, he protests, "He'sss HIDING ssssomething in there! I jussst KNOW it! If you can let me in, I can prove it!" You briefly remind Irwin that he too has smuggled many disallowed items into his room that you've caught, and he stutters. "I mean, ssssure. But thissss isss different! He uhm... uh... Ah damn whatever."	Une alerte de sécurité est déclenchée sur le vaisseau, et après avoir poursuivi l'intrusion, vous découvrez qu'Irwin a tenté de pénétrer de force dans la chambre de Sylvain. N'ayant pas réussi à deviner le mot de passe de Sylvain, il a fracassé plusieurs chaises contre la porte, en vain. Lorsqu'il vous aperçoit en train de le regarder, il proteste : " Il CACHE quelque chosssse là-dedans ! Je le ssssais ! Si vous me laissssez entrer, je pourrai le prouver !". Vous rappelez brièvement à Irwin qu'il a lui aussi introduit clandestinement dans sa chambre de nombreux objets interdits que vous avez surpris, et il bégaie : "Je veux dire, bien sssssûre. Mais là, cccc'est différent ! Il... euh... euh... Ah bon ssssang, peu importe."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$//event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_NOTHING"]/text	"Ssssorry, can't talk right now!" Billy has three separate phones, two up to his ears and another awkwardly placed in the folds of his arm. He appears to be juggling conversations between the three of them. "I'm bussssy making money, come back later!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_1"]/text	Billy strikes a weird pose, as if he were riding a surfboard, and starts talking to you. "You might be thinking to yourssself, why isss Hektar called Hektar? Well, let me tell you friend! I uh... I don't know. My great grandfather, Carle Hektar, never told anyone why. He made lotsss of jokesss about it of courssse. He wasss alwaysss insssisssting it wasss the name of a lamp sold by sssome human corporation. No one wasss ssssure WHY he wasss sso insssisstent with that one in particular. Sssuch a ssstrange man he wasss."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_1"]/choice/text	Isn't Hektar your last name?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_1"]/choice/event/text	"Well yesss, it isss now. But it wasssn't back when my great grandfather founded the company. He changed hisss name entirely when he founded it! He wasss alwaysss a Union fanatic, and he loved the name 'Carl'. He ssspelt it with an 'e' on the end though becaussse I guesss it made it sssound more like a Sssslug name. Truly, ssssuch a ssstrange man."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_2"]/text	Billy takes a defensive tone, despite you not having accused him of anything. "I don't LIKE ssselling weaponsss! I don't WANT to be an armssss manufacturer. But ssselling furniture doesssn't pay the billsss! But you know what doesss? War. That'sss what my parentssss alwaysss told my brother and I. To make a profit you have to appeal to the worssst in people. Neither of usss wanted to believe it at the time. We tried our bessst, we really did! We tried to change thingssss. Thisss wasss back when Nightsss wassss a breath of fresssh air and people really believed thingsss could change! But thingsss... thingssss don't change. My brother, alwaysss the idealissst, couldn't ssssee that. He wasssn't cut out for the life of a CEO. To be an executive you have to be ready and willing to sssssee reality for all its awfulnessss, to accept people are usssually at their worssst. I had to be that perssson. I had to make that sssacrifice, for the good of the family legacy." Billy takes a deep sigh, exhausted from his rant. "Sssorry. Outburssstsss like that are bad for busssinesss!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/text	You jump when suddenly Billy bursts out of nowhere and shouts, "MONEY!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/text	Why did you just yell money?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/text	"Becausssse I felt like it! Ssssometimessss you jussst feel like yelling the wordssss that bring you nothing but bitternessss and lonelinesss and pusssh everyone away from you, and yet are ssstill the thingsss you ssspend your life sssearching for because if you didn't, you wouldn't have any meaning left."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/text	Are you okay?	Est-ce que ça va ?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/event/text	"No, I have a call I need to take in 2 hourssss and I have no one aboard to bring me my coffee. Also, you have hideoussss interior decoration. Maybe you sssshould ssspruce thingssss up with sssome quality Hektar Indussstriesss(tm) brand Funiture(tm)! Mindlessss consssumersss like you buying my productssss isss the only thing that givesss my life any joy anymore! Hahah!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/text	Ah yeah, I love shouting those things too.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/event/text	"Truly, jusssst the delight of my life." Billy doesn't really know what else to say and slithers away.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_4"]/text	Billy aproaches you slyly, holding a beautiful blue ink pen in his hand with the Hektar logo pressed on to it. "Hello captain! A wonderful cycle we're having! Sssay, I can't help but notice there'ssss sssome unsssigned formssss in the cargo bay and you don't ssseem to have anything to sssign them with. Do you need a pen?"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice/text	Sure, that'd be great.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_BILLY_GENERIC_4"]/choice/event/text	"Well, I jussst happen to have a nice pen of my own! It'sss one of my favoritesss, persssonally, but I wouldn't mind you usssing it. It'sss only 3 ssscrap, and for a pen of thisss quality that'sss quite a sssteal!"

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data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_5"]/text	While inspecting Irwin's room for more illegally smuggled poison, you notice his blunderbuss up on display. While observing it you notice a special switch on the back. You're unsure what it does, but you don't want to ask and alert Irwin you were poking around his room.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[1]/event/text	Irwin flips back a couple pages and orients himself in the text, but seems to realize the text is too technical for you and settles for explaining it himself. "No one'sss quite sssure where Equinoidsss originated from, though it'sss possssible they may have come from the sssame sssyssstemss ass the Cryssstalline Empire. They likely looked a lot different compared to what they're known assss know though. At sssome point, the Guild found a planet with a large concentration of alpha Equinoidssss, a ssspecial breed which growsss cryssstal-like growthsss on itss body. Ssstudiesss sssuggesst alphasss posssesss far greater intelligence than common Equinoidsss, and thusss facilitated larger herd sssizesss. Thisss planet became the sssource of very profitable trade ssselling the Equinoidsss asss beasssts of labor, or for their colorful hidesss. That isss, in fact, why we chossse the particular location that the Guild isss currently headquartered." "The book doesssn't sssay all of that, by the way. It'sss a children'sss book." He flips the cover around to show a colorful cartoon drawing of a six-legged horse eating some grass. "I jussst know all of thisss because I wasss, you know... there when it happened." Irwin sighs and closes the book. "Bassstards sssure regret they kicked me out now! Probably. I hope they do."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[1]/text	Sure.	Bien-sûr.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[2]/event/text	Irwin shrugs. "Oh well, not everone caresss about thisss ssstuff I guessss. I jussst would have thought a Renegade would be more inquisssitive. Meh, your lossss."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[2]/text	No thanks.	Non merci.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[3]/event/text	Irwin frowns. "You know, I admit I might be a bit of a burden ssssometimess, but there'sss no need to be rude. Yikesss, what a child you are."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/choice[3]/text	Equinoids? Ew, gross!
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_6"]/text	You spot Irwin reading a strange looking book made of physical paper, a rarity nowadays, and inquire what it's about. To your surprise, he's actually fairly enthusiastic that you've asked. "It'ssss a collection of ssstudiess on the history, anatomy, and ssspecial adaptations of Equinoidsss by region." Irwin shifts in his chair to see you better and asks if you'd like to know more.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[1]/event/text	Irwin nods, salutes, and slithers away.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[1]/text	Sure thing.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[2]/event/text	"I uh... look. Yeah... I did make... missstakesss. Might have tricked a primitive ssspeciess into an indefinite period of indentured sssservitude. But I got fired for it, fair and sssquare. Yesss, I want revenge on the rat bassstard trio who did me in, but... look ssshuttup alright? I made missstakes. I'm not proud of them, mate. But in the wake of everything we can all try to be better people. That'sss all I'm sssaying."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/choice[2]/text	Didn't you do some bad shit in the EHG? Not sure Mercenaries do anything much worse.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_GENERIC_7"]/text	"It'sss sssuch an ugly word... 'mercenary'. Eugh. I've worked with ssscum my whole life, but of all the filth, the people in the Sssyndicate are the onesss I had the leassst pleasssure to do busssinesss with." Irwin looks you straight in the eye and you can feel a probing sensation in your mind. "Do me a promisssse, captain, and keep the Renegade name clean of the kind of legacy that Mercenariesss carry. Asss long asss we're on the sssame page there, we can be friendsss. And alssso sso long asss you aren't part of the conssspiracy too. That'sss alssso very important."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_1"]/text	You catch Irwin spying on Sylvan from around the corner while Sylvan makes himself breakfast. He turns to you and whispers: "I don't trussst thisss guy. He'sss... ssshifty. Also he'sss an asssshole and I don't like him." You shrug and put your hand on and lower Irwin's blunderbuss, which he is anxiously gripping in both hands.	Vous surprenez Irwin en train d'espionner Sylvain depuis un coin pendant que ce dernier se prépare le petit déjeuner. Il se tourne vers vous et murmure : " Je n'ai pas confiancccce en ccce type. Il est sss...suspicieux. Aussssi, ccc'est un connard et je ne l'aime pas." Vous haussez les épaules et posez votre main sur le tromblon d'Irwin, qu'il tient anxieusement à deux mains, pour l'abaisser.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_2"]/text	Irwin and Sylvan accidentally bump into each other in the hallway and steal a glance. Sylvan nods but Irwin growls and Sylvan slinks away quickly. It seems like there was a lot more left unsaid, but they must not want to get into old beef in the hallways.	Irwin et Sylvain se croisent accidentellement dans le couloir et s'échangent un regard. Sylvain acquiesce mais Irwin grogne et Sylvain s'éloigne rapidement. Il semble que beaucoup d'autres choses n'ont pas été dites, mais ils ne doivent pas vouloir se disputer dans les couloirs.
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IRWIN_SYLVAN_3"]/text	A security alert goes off on the ship, and after pursuing the break in, you find Irwin's attempted to brute force his way into Sylvan's room. Having failed to guess Sylvan's password, he has repeatedly smashed several chairs against the door to no avail. When he spots you glaring at him, he protests, "He'sss HIDING ssssomething in there! I jussst KNOW it! If you can let me in, I can prove it!" You briefly remind Irwin that he too has smuggled many disallowed items into his room that you've caught, and he stutters. "I mean, ssssure. But thissss isss different! He uhm... uh... Ah damn whatever."	Une alerte de sécurité est déclenchée sur le vaisseau, et après avoir poursuivi l'intrusion, vous découvrez qu'Irwin a tenté de pénétrer de force dans la chambre de Sylvain. N'ayant pas réussi à deviner le mot de passe de Sylvain, il a fracassé plusieurs chaises contre la porte, en vain. Lorsqu'il vous aperçoit en train de le regarder, il proteste : " Il CACHE quelque chosssse là-dedans ! Je le ssssais ! Si vous me laissssez entrer, je pourrai le prouver !". Vous rappelez brièvement à Irwin qu'il a lui aussi introduit clandestinement dans sa chambre de nombreux objets interdits que vous avez surpris, et il bégaie : "Je veux dire, bien sssssûre. Mais là, cccc'est différent ! Il... euh... euh... Ah bon ssssang, peu importe."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_ALKALI_1"]/text	Alkali is laughing as Ivar tells a story. "And then - no joke - a THIRD Theocracy stooge comes in and says pretty much the same thing." Alkali cackles madly. "No! No way!" Ivar affects a mocking Theocracy cadence. "Grah! You ignorant philistine! Clearly this is the Holy Nectar of Werzo. The others must not have had enough faith!" Ivar goes back to his storytelling voice. "And then he goes down to touch it, just like the other two, and sure enough he gets stuck too. So finally the Vorpal Spruce wakes up and realizes that it's got 3 Rocks stuck to its branches, and it COMPLETELY freaks out." Alkali is having trouble breathing due to how hard he is laughing. "Stop, stop! I can't..." Ivar nods and continues. "It just starts windmilling desperately, swinging its branches like crazy trying to get the Rocks off. Meanwhile the Rocks are all terrified, screaming their heads off as they're hurdled around helplessly." Alkali rolls on his back uncontrollably. Ivar stops and waits for Alkali to calm down. "Ohhh, what happened next?" "At that point the next Rock they sent had realized the Vorpal Spruce's sap wasn't the nectar and managed to free them. And naturally the Theocracy tried to downplay the incident - you know how they are." "Ahhhh, such is expected from thhhe arrogant and ignorant Thhheocracy."	Alkali rit tandis qu'Ivar raconte une histoire : "Et puis - sans rire - un TROISIÈME larbin de la Théocratie arrive et dit à peu près la même chose." Alkali pouffe de rire : "Non ! Pas possible !" Ivar prend la cadence moqueuse de la Théocratie : " Grah ! Espèce de philistin ignorant ! Il s'agit manifestement du saint nectar de Werzo. Les autres n'ont pas dû avoir assez de foi ! " Ivar reprend sa voix de conteur " Puis il descend pour le toucher, comme les deux autres, et bien sûr, il reste coincé lui aussi. Alors finalement, l'Épicéa Vorpal se réveille et se rend compte qu'il a 3 Rocailleux collés à ses branches, et il pète COMPLÈTEMENT les plombs." Alkali a du mal à respirer tellement il rit. "Arrête, arrête ! Che ne peux pas..." Ivar acquiesce et poursuit : " Il se met à mouliner désespérément, balançant ses branches comme un fou pour essayer de faire tomber les Rocailleux. Pendant ce temps, les Rocailleux sont tous terrifiés, criant à tue-tête alors qu'ils sont projetés dans tous les sens, impuissants." Alkali se roule sur le dos de manière incontrôlée. Ivar s'arrête et attend qu'Alkali se calme : "Ohhh, qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ensuite ?". "À ce moment-là, le prochain Rocailleux qu'ils ont envoyé avait compris que la sève de l'Épicéa Vorpal n'était pas le nectar et a réussi à les libérer. Et naturellement, la Théocratie a essayé de minimiser l'incident - vous savez comment ils sont." "Ahhhh, c'est ce qu'on attend de l'arrogante et ignorante Théocratie."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_ALKALI_2"]/text	Ivar and Alkali are in the mess hall together. Alkali is serving several plates to Ivar. "And thhhis is thhhe lobster species after having been fed Supplement P513." Ivar digs into it and chews thoughtfully. "Yes, the richness is much more potent. And you say it's more nutritious?" Alkali nods. "Precisely! Now, try thhhe next sample." Ivar takes the next sample and chews it. A strange look comes over his face. "Hey, wait, this one... I think you're playing a trick on me with this one. Is this a control?" Alkali chuckles. "Ahhh, forgive me Ivar! I have a duty to my craft. I can't tell you what thhhey are to make sure thhhe placebo effect isn't interfering." Ivar smiles. "Ever the scientist."	Ivar et Alkali se trouvent ensemble dans le réfectoire. Alkali sert plusieurs assiettes à Ivar : "Et ffoici l'espèce de homard après affoir été nourri au supplément P513." Ivar mange et mâche pensivement : "Oui, la richesse est bien plus puissante. Et vous dites que c'est plus nutritif ?" Alkali acquiesce. "Précisément ! Maintenant, essayez l'échantillon suiffant." Ivar prend l'échantillon suivant et le mâche. Un regard étrange se pose sur lui : " Hé, attendez, celui-là... Je crois que vous me jouez un tour avec celui-ci. C'est un contrôle ?" Alkali s'esclaffe. "Ahhh, pardonne-moi Iffar ! Ch'ai un deffoir enffers mon métier. Che ne peux pas ffous dire ce qu'ils sont pour m'assurer que l'effet placebo n'interfère pas." Ivar sourit. "Toujours le scientifique."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_ANURAK_1"]/text	Anurak is posted up in the kitchen when he is accosted by Ivar. "'Ey! Soup guy! Gimme some!" "Eh? 'Soup guy'? I have a name you know! I'll have you know it's very rude to nickname someone you don't know! Why, I'll tell you, I knew this one patron of my monastery who ran away from his job, his home, all because people kept transposing two syllables in his name!" Ivar cocks his head. "Really? Your identity is wrapped up in that stuff so much, I thought you would have liked it." "What are you blathering about? My identity is wrapped up in what exactly? Anyway, would you like some soup?" Ivar shrugs. "Well, what do you know - you've read my mind!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_1"]/text	"Oy! Captain! I've been meaning to speak with you! I wanted to spice up my living area, you know, make it more... vivacious. Well, to be more specific, I've already gone ahead and done that." You take a look into his living space, to see that Ivar has been hard at work painting the walls around his bed. Pictured on the wall is a stylized depiction of every crewmate, smiling. "That oughta increase morale, right? We'll win this war in no time at all!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/event/text	Ivar laughs. "Real creative there, buddy. 'Oh, this weapon doesn't have a name, but it's small! Let's just call it a mini-weapon!'"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/text	A mini-spear?	Une mini-lance ?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/event/text	"You know, that's actually a great idea. We could sell skewers that look like my spear at the gift shops. It would be a fantastic novelty present. Genius!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/text	A skewer?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[3]/event/text	"Oh, they aren't that small. Although now that you mention it, we sell those too! They're a little flimsy though, not very good for teeth care... Still worth it!"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[3]/text	A toothpick?	Un cure-dent ?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[4]/event/text	Ivar produces one of the replicas and pokes you with it. It doesn't hurt. "Well, they're about that sharp, so I don't know about that one. But a real weapon this small, I guess could be called a shiv... hmmm... Kind of unsatisfying, though."
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/choice[4]/text	A shiv?
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_2"]/text	You catch Ivar playing with his spear, spinning it around. You can tell he's done this a lot. "Ah, Captain. I see you admiring my mighty stick. Are you jealous? Ohoho, well have I got news for you! Across the Confederacy, the government is selling miniaturized replicas of this spear at gift shops and the like! It's very patriotic to own one. Still though, they are a lot smaller. What would you even call a weapon shaped like a spear that was absolutely tiny?"
data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_IVAR_GENERIC_3"]/choice[1]/event/text	Ivar gives his trademark toothy grin. "Perfect! I've already got everything planned out. Have everyone meet in the mess hall and we can begin. I've saved a nice vintage wine from the Pafinakinaaalara clan, I'm sure everyone will love it!"

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Une alerte de sécurité est déclenchée sur le vaisseau, et après avoir poursuivi l'intrusion, vous découvrez qu'Irwin a tenté de pénétrer de force dans la chambre de Sylvain. N'ayant pas réussi à deviner le mot de passe de Sylvain, il a fracassé plusieurs chaises contre la porte, en vain. Lorsqu'il vous aperçoit en train de le regarder, il proteste : " Il CACHE quelque chosssse là-dedans ! Je le ssssais ! Si vous me laissssez entrer, je pourrai le prouver !".

Vous rappelez brièvement à Irwin qu'il a lui aussi introduit clandestinement dans sa chambre de nombreux objets interdits que vous avez surpris, et il bégaie : "Je veux dire, bien sssssûre. Mais là, cccc'est différent ! Il... euh... euh... Ah bon ssssang, peu importe."

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