Istevi nods and takes her place behind the desk. "Yes and yes, though, I got the impression she came in from Jakav."

"Ah, alright. I'll go say hi, I guess. See you later!" She goes back up to the barroom. Where there is presumably a blue, somewhere? 

The barroom is a bit fuller now, but she can easily spot the single blue-head person looking at her pocket everything with an abstract look on her face. She is pregnant, showing, but her belly is remarkably small given the time of the year.

It might also be noticeable that a noticeable fraction of the people in the room are visibly pregnant.

...Istevi did say the bar sometimes picked people up according to a theme. 

She's not very far along, either. Is Milliways picking up late Spring pregnancies only, or something? It might be hard to tell either way, given that at least some of these people probably aren't Amentan. 

She is in a room full of aliens. She takes a moment to just let the absurdity of the situation sink in, and then shakes her head and makes her way over to the blue's table. 

"Excuse me? Istevi mentioned that he'd talked to you when he came to relieve me, and I said I'd come say hi. Liarae Aradin," she introduces herself. "Are you alright?" She adds, noting her expression. 

"Oh, sorry. Just a bit overwhelmed. Hi, I am Isteri Moro."

"It is a bit overwhelming," she agrees, glancing around at all the other patrons. She's struck by the strangeness of this again, her determined calm shuddering under it, so she looks back to Isteri, her eyes landing on the other woman's stomach. Her hand comes up to rest over her own, the slight curve only barely visible through her uniform. "How far along are you?" 

Isteri smiles. "Four months. ...It's not an aftermarket credit. My family, suffered a loss at the start of spring."

"Oh," she breathes, "I'm so sorry for your loss." Liarae sits down across the table from her. "...Mine will be, once I've earned enough for it here," she says, "Aftermarket, I mean. Assuming I can earn that much before I'm due, anyway," she adds quietly. 

Isteri winces. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up pregnant without a credit?"

She looks down at the table, "It was... I worked for a blue family, as security. One of my employers... I was stupid, and it's spring, and he told me his wife was okay with it. My birth control failed. I didn't mean to get pregnant, but now that I have them..." 

Isteri nods. "That sounds awful." Pause. "Odds, are that there is a way to get out of this with a credit." She pauses, realizes that sentence's tone was not at all reassuring. "One way or another, there ought to be a way." She says more firmly.

"I... suppose so? If all else fails I could still go to Arel, but..." 

Long pause. "Arel who? Arel Eteo?"

"Yes? He's the father." 

"Ah. Ah, of course, this place. My father, is Janon, I think his latest nickname is 'the butcher'. He sentenced Arel's younger brother."

"Oh." She's heard of 'the butcher', of course - there's hardly anyone who hasn't. She shrugs, uncomfortable, "I... I didn't know him. Reni Palan, that is, Arel's brother. I can't have been more than three when he died, and I only started working for Arel after I finished school last fall." 

Slow nod. "I mention mostly for the sake of transparency." Then Isteri blinks and looks over at Bar like it just had said out loud something surprising. Says a curse word. "I was worried." She says slowly. "About the political tensions that the discovery of this place could lead to. An interworld passage of any kind? We are not literally the worst nation to have it - we are not Calado, at least - but..."

"I wouldn't tell Arel about this place, even if I did have to go to him for help with the credit. I'm not sure what he'd do with it, but it probably wouldn't be good." She shrugs, "As for the rest..." she touches her hair. She's not really the right person to talk to about politics. "I suppose we should try to keep its existence from spreading around too much? If it was up to the government to decide, we might never get around to doing anything with it." 

"Possibly, or at least. I want to think about it for a while. I am not a politics blue, so I just know enough to want caution. This place has tons of potential, but... whatever force thinks that getting multiple pregnant people, or multiple people that are cheated on... It paints a picture of something that uses vast power for either entertainment or alien reasons."

She blinks, looking around the room, "I suppose it does sound bad when you put it like that. I did notice the first commonality - have more than just Istevi and I been involved with some sort of cheating, then?" 

"When he described it to me, apparently there were at least half a dozen of cheaters in the room and the people they cheated on?"

"Well, that's..." She shakes her head. "What a strange reason to collect people. Perhaps whatever runs the door objects to cheating and wanted them all found out." She pauses. "I hope this doesn't mean Arel will show up at some point. Or Ametsi - his wife. Istevi mentioned his girlfriends showed up after he did." Speaking of which, are they around somewhere? 

"He mentioned them having separate rooms. But I do think I saw a green-haired woman going that way."

"Ah, well, I wouldn't want to bother them if they're in their rooms. I just thought having more perspectives on this situation might help - especially if at least one of them is green? I didn't realize he was dating cross-caste." 

"I only know because I asked where their entry points were and the neighborhood was telling. It might be prudent to give them and ourselves some time to think. Where is your door?"