Do you think Beldas would allow me to go when you leave? I...I don't know that I want to stay here...it isn't my home, and I can't go back to the Dominion.

I have been thinking of the future...it scares me

Zorvaan! You are back, I have missed you! Did you see the blackhole?

Homesick? Yes...maybe. I don't know...I feel an urge to return there, though it is not as strong as it once was.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒

I have spoken with Weyoun and he has no interest in it. He is...obsessed...

I...I want to be free

I am going to ask Dr. Bashir to start the gene therapy...I worry about it, offending the Gods...but I don't know what choice there is

I miss the Founders, though I know I should not

𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦

𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑?

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠, 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒

-𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴?"

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦.

-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯! 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮...𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴?"

"𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴! 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯-

-𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘐𝘟, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘓𝘶𝘶𝘢𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘪. 𝘈 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺! 𝘚𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴? 𝘚𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦-

-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴...𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦...𝘺𝘦𝘴...𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦?"

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴-

- 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦!"

𝘋𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘥, "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥-

𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘡𝘰𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘈 𝘫𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺, 𝘢 𝘝𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢!" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶-

"How...odd..."

𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒

- 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦.

"First Vos'Tallen, can you vouch for the loyalty of your men?"

"We pledge our loyalty to the Founders, from now until death."

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"Then receive this reward from the Founders, may it keep you strong."

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨.

-𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥-

𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.

𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘑𝘦𝘮'𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯-

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑑

𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 @zarthanprince.bsky.social 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

"I...no, I don't wish to go there...it is lonely. Vorta don't enjoy solitude, it is dangerous to be alone."

"He told me it is simply their culture, they value privacy and respect. They are always very aware of being watched...that they learned from animals on Romulus the value of hiding and blending in, then applied it to themselves, their lives, their entire way of being."

"Ahh...I guessed as much, Zorvaan says they are very private. I overheard a Bajoran saying it was because they want to be mysterious but Zorvaan says that isn't true."

𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑉𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟.

"Yes, thank you, t'Shavokh...I just did not expect to see a Hirogen onboard. Err, have you had any word from Zorvaan or Cal?"

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑍𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑎𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑎𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑒'𝑒𝑦 𝑅ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑙ℎℎ𝑢 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠.

𝐼𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝐻𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.

𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑘ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠.

𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑

Apparently "bare assing" on the seats and tables is a problem

𝑊𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝