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You feel something fly past your face, and your cheek feels wet. As you feel your cheek, you feel that your fingers are now covered in ink - and Ty E'Rel is pen-less. "Underestimate the Orchids at your peril, Captain." He produces another pen from his person and turns back to his work. As you turn around, you realize that his pen has embedded itself directly into the bullseye of the dartboard.

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	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/text	Take a cup of water.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/event/text	Ty E'Rel nods in approval. The two of you drink your water in silence before parting ways.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/text	Tell him you don't drink water.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/event/text	Ty E'Rel frowns. He fills another cone of water and hands it to you. "Then start." He walks away.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/text	You catch Ty E'Rel straightening out the tables in the mess hall. He has a tape measurer.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/text	Ask what he's doing.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/text	"They weren't spaced out properly. It was bothering me." Ty E'Rel goes back to work.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/text	Move something to see how he'll react.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/event/text	Ty E'Rel sighs. "I can see why you chose to be a Renegade."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/text	Offer to help.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/event/text	Ty E'Rel hands you the tape measurer. "Hold this in place." You oblige, and spend the next few minutes watching him meticulously space the table out, all without saying a single word to you.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/text	Ty E'Rel is sitting on a couch in a common area, across the way from a dartboard. One of the ship's rifles is next to him, in its diagnostic mode, as it seems he's been testing the aiming on that dartboard. "Your weapons might need some calibration. I realize it's not my duty, but we need to be prepared for a fight."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/text	For a diplomat, you're pretty prepared to fight.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/text	"No diplomat in this galaxy reaches my age unless they learn self-defense." Ty E'Rel sighs. "I disdain fighting, but if the fulfillment of my duties requires it, then I will be the best I can be."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[1]/text	Question his fighting ability.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[1]/event/text	You feel something fly past your face, and your cheek feels wet. As you feel your cheek, you feel that your fingers are now covered in ink - and Ty E'Rel is pen-less. "Underestimate the Orchids at your peril, Captain." He produces another pen from his person and turns back to his work. As you turn around, you realize that his pen has embedded itself directly into the bullseye of the dartboard.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/text	Compliment his fighting ability.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/text	"I am aware of my skill. It is... bittersweet." Ty E'Rel sets his pen down momentarily. "But, I will tell you a secret. Having to fight for my life on the front lines - having my life be in peril... that is the greatest motivator to be good at the job I actually did sign up for." He picks his pen back up and returns to work on the weapons calibrations.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/text	I can have somebody else do that.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/event/text	"I am doing the job because somebody else did it improperly. I advise you to consider finding a new crewmember for the assignment, or performing a disciplinary review upon the one responsible at your earliest convenience."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_FREDDY_1"]/text	You catch Freddy politely knocking on Ty E'Rel's door, who invites him inside. "Hello, old chap! I thank you for taking this appointment." "Of course. You had... requests?" "Right you are, my good fellow! You see, my people are in precarious positions, and I would be remiss in my duties not to seek aid from an accomplished diplomat such as yourself!" "By 'your people', do you refer to the Free Mantis as a whole, those that are squatting in Zoltan territory, or those that are more like yourself?" "Ah, ever the sharp tack, you are! I see you are up to date on the subject of my people. Much appreciation for taking an interest in our cause." "As you say, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't keep up with the news outside our borders." "Right you are. Now... if you don't mind me asking, with whom do our people have a better standing?" "From a trading and state perspective, you're going to have much better luck with the Confederacy. The Ministry has a steady relationship with the Gathering, while the Confederacy already is accustomed to trading with Mantises." "Splendid! I just have a few more things to ask..."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_RUWEN_1"]/text	Ty E'Rel and Ruwen meet each other in the hall. "Good to see you again, Ty." "Likewise, Sir Argote." "The Empire is still mulling over that proposal you sent them." "Naturally." "Yes, we Crystals do not rush things. I realize that can be frustrating for those of you who are used to speedy cultural resolution. But that is not our way!" Ty E'Rel nods his head slightly. "You can't rush good will." After thinking for a moment Ty E'Rel admits. "...though it would be preferable to hear of some advancements while I am still alive."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_TURZIL_1"]/text	You spy Ty E'Rel leading Turzil's legs to his quarters. "...I found these wandering down the hall." "Appreciated. My -locomotors- are often restless. Did they [cause] distress?" "How interesting. You are not aware?" "I am not." "The legs did not cause any harm. Quite the opposite; I had run out of water at my desk. My rhizome was cramping, so it was difficult to get up and get more... yet, your legs came walking in, carrying a tray of refreshments around the ship." "Unsurprising. My -thighs- are known to be [quite] altruistic. My foot has been acting up lately, however." "...It seems we are more alike than I had thought."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_TUCO_1"]/text	Tuco stomps down the hall after Ty E'Rel. "Hey! You old bastard, I'm talking to you!" "...Something the matter?" Ty E'Rel says, turning to face the Rock. "Last time we were fighting off the enemy, you humiliated me." "...how so?" Ty E'Rel turns his head slightly. "You killed like, twice as many people as I did! Where do you get off showing me up like that?" "..." Ty E'Rel stares coldly at the pirate. He hesitates for a moment, then launches into a sharp-voiced tirade. "You are a slovenly, inefficient drunk. It takes you ages to lumber down the halls. The fight is already half over by the time you get your act together. It is a miracle you manage to contribute to the fight at all." After a momentary pause, he returns to his normal, polite tone. "Does that answer your question?" "I thought I was done with this when my I left my quartermaster behind." Tuco mutters, as he storms off.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$//event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_NOTHING"]/text	"Mooj pooj pik tok lik spiggle jiggle troop loop fum nuk lik took weeble woogle tip spip jibble ploop urble gurble yibble spibble palla makoo!" OOJ wiggles unhelpfully. Seems he doesn't have anything more to say right now. Not that you'd know what he was saying even if he did.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_1"]/text	"Pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak pak!" As the assault on your ears commences, OOJ jiggles rhythmicly. You cover your ears, but nothing can stop the pak. Nothing, except OOJ finally taking mercy on you. The sound stops, and OOJ rolls away content with himself.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_2"]/text	You remember, when you first met, there was a glorious time when OOJ actually spoke to you, and you knew what he was trying to say. Now, you have no clue what anything means. Maybe you can try to arrange something for him to communicate with?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/text	Give him some writing utensils.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/event/text	OOJ reacts almost instantly to the items, sprouting a few arms and scribbling away on the sheets of paper. You watch in excitement, hoping he'll form a coherent message. Instead, when he reveals his masterpiece, it's nothing but a cartoon drawing of a house. It's not exactly a message, but it's a neat novelty item to put on your fridge.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/text	Give him a holopad.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_OOJ_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/event/text	OOJ observes the pad for a few moments before sprouting a few arms and picking it up. You watch with excitement as he types away on the pad, navigating through tabs and textboxes until at last he's found the music video for some Orchid song called Rycarla. The large grey blob begins to dance, taking on a slightly humanoid form to enhance his dancing capabilities. It's awe inspiring, but not exactly communication.

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	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TURZIL_GENERIC_6"]/text	"Pertinent -query-. How does one pronounce the word [INVALID ENTRY]?" Turzil's screen blinks and sparks fly out of him. "Error, failure to pronounce [INVALID ENTRY]." Again, Turzil's screen blinks and he sparks more. This repeats several times and you start to get worried he'll hurt himself, so you encourage him to stop.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_FREDDY_1"]/text	You catch Freddy politely knocking on Ty E'Rel's door, who invites him inside. "Hello, old chap! I thank you for taking this appointment." "Of course. You had... requests?" "Right you are, my good fellow! You see, my people are in precarious positions, and I would be remiss in my duties not to seek aid from an accomplished diplomat such as yourself!" "By 'your people', do you refer to the Free Mantis as a whole, those that are squatting in Zoltan territory, or those that are more like yourself?" "Ah, ever the sharp tack, you are! I see you are up to date on the subject of my people. Much appreciation for taking an interest in our cause." "As you say, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn't keep up with the news outside our borders." "Right you are. Now... if you don't mind me asking, with whom do our people have a better standing?" "From a trading and state perspective, you're going to have much better luck with the Confederacy. The Ministry has a steady relationship with the Gathering, while the Confederacy already is accustomed to trading with Mantises." "Splendid! I just have a few more things to ask..."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_1"]/text	You walk into Ty E'Rel's office. He gestures for you to take a seat. "I've been noting down all of the diplomatic ramifications of your actions that you will need to address after the war." You tell Ty E'Rel that you're probably just going to take another Renegade ship out if you survive this. After staring at you for a moment he shakes his head. "Some day, Universe 0 is going to have its hands full with Multiversal complaints."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/event/text	Ty E'Rel nods in approval. The two of you drink your water in silence before parting ways.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[1]/text	Take a cup of water.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/event/text	Ty E'Rel frowns. He fills another cone of water and hands it to you. "Then start." He walks away.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/choice[2]/text	Tell him you don't drink water.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_2"]/text	Ty E'Rel is collecting water from the ship's watercooler. "Have you been staying hydrated? It's good for clearing your mind and can even help alleviate headaches."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/event/text	Ty E'Rel sighs. "I can see why you chose to be a Renegade."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[1]/text	Move something to see how he'll react.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/event/text	Ty E'Rel hands you the tape measurer. "Hold this in place." You oblige, and spend the next few minutes watching him meticulously space the table out, all without saying a single word to you.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/choice[2]/text	Offer to help.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/event/text	"They weren't spaced out properly. It was bothering me." Ty E'Rel goes back to work.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/choice/text	Ask what he's doing.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_3"]/text	You catch Ty E'Rel straightening out the tables in the mess hall. He has a tape measurer.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[1]/event/text	You feel something fly past your face, and your cheek feels wet. As you feel your cheek, you feel that your fingers are now covered in ink - and Ty E'Rel is pen-less. "Underestimate the Orchids at your peril, Captain." He produces another pen from his person and turns back to his work. As you turn around, you realize that his pen has embedded itself directly into the bullseye of the dartboard.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[1]/text	Question his fighting ability.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/event/text	"I am aware of my skill. It is... bittersweet." Ty E'Rel sets his pen down momentarily. "But, I will tell you a secret. Having to fight for my life on the front lines - having my life be in peril... that is the greatest motivator to be good at the job I actually did sign up for." He picks his pen back up and returns to work on the weapons calibrations.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/choice[2]/text	Compliment his fighting ability.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/event/text	"No diplomat in this galaxy reaches my age unless they learn self-defense." Ty E'Rel sighs. "I disdain fighting, but if the fulfillment of my duties requires it, then I will be the best I can be."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[1]/text	For a diplomat, you're pretty prepared to fight.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/event/text	"I am doing the job because somebody else did it improperly. I advise you to consider finding a new crewmember for the assignment, or performing a disciplinary review upon the one responsible at your earliest convenience."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/choice[2]/text	I can have somebody else do that.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_GENERIC_4"]/text	Ty E'Rel is sitting on a couch in a common area, across the way from a dartboard. One of the ship's rifles is next to him, in its diagnostic mode, as it seems he's been testing the aiming on that dartboard. "Your weapons might need some calibration. I realize it's not my duty, but we need to be prepared for a fight."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_RUWEN_1"]/text	Ty E'Rel and Ruwen meet each other in the hall. "Good to see you again, Ty." "Likewise, Sir Argote." "The Empire is still mulling over that proposal you sent them." "Naturally." "Yes, we Crystals do not rush things. I realize that can be frustrating for those of you who are used to speedy cultural resolution. But that is not our way!" Ty E'Rel nods his head slightly. "You can't rush good will." After thinking for a moment Ty E'Rel admits. "...though it would be preferable to hear of some advancements while I am still alive."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_TUCO_1"]/text	Tuco stomps down the hall after Ty E'Rel. "Hey! You old bastard, I'm talking to you!" "...Something the matter?" Ty E'Rel says, turning to face the Rock. "Last time we were fighting off the enemy, you humiliated me." "...how so?" Ty E'Rel turns his head slightly. "You killed like, twice as many people as I did! Where do you get off showing me up like that?" "..." Ty E'Rel stares coldly at the pirate. He hesitates for a moment, then launches into a sharp-voiced tirade. "You are a slovenly, inefficient drunk. It takes you ages to lumber down the halls. The fight is already half over by the time you get your act together. It is a miracle you manage to contribute to the fight at all." After a momentary pause, he returns to his normal, polite tone. "Does that answer your question?" "I thought I was done with this when my I left my quartermaster behind." Tuco mutters, as he storms off.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYEREL_TURZIL_1"]/text	You spy Ty E'Rel leading Turzil's legs to his quarters. "...I found these wandering down the hall." "Appreciated. My -locomotors- are often restless. Did they [cause] distress?" "How interesting. You are not aware?" "I am not." "The legs did not cause any harm. Quite the opposite; I had run out of water at my desk. My rhizome was cramping, so it was difficult to get up and get more... yet, your legs came walking in, carrying a tray of refreshments around the ship." "Unsurprising. My -thighs- are known to be [quite] altruistic. My foot has been acting up lately, however." "...It seems we are more alike than I had thought."
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYRDEO_GENERIC_1"]/choice/event/text	"Oh, it's the song the revolutionaries sang when they murdered Oertiss! It's about passing around the embalmed segments of his organs. The third and fourth melody are about the story of an argument about who got his liver!" Tyrdeo doesn't seem to think this sort of song is inappropriate for children, and goes back to singing as he carries on his way.
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYRDEO_GENERIC_1"]/choice/text	What's it about?
	data/events_special_socialize.xml$/FTL/event[@name="SOCIALIZE_TYRDEO_GENERIC_1"]/text	Tyrdeo slithers past, humming a song in his native language that doesn't pass well through your translator. Curious about it, you ask him what the song is. "Oh, this little tune? It's just one from my childhood! We used to sing it on the playground as kids! So much nostalgia..."

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