[b] Magnus [/b] 
	As The Ulysses was being pulled into what seemed as like a giant indoor parking lot, he sifted through his belongings in order to find something useful. Hiding the fuel would be crucial to this operation. Each Pineapple ship runs on a solution known as Spessusibus, an extremely compact and slow burning fuel source. On a full tank of Spessusibus, about 500 gallons, one could travel about 5 lightyears. A container of 500 gallons of Spessusibus was about 20 feet in height and around 7 feet in diameter at the base. The cost of that much fuel was always in flux due to supplies and demands constantly changing because of the discoveries of fuel sources and innovations in technology and whatnot. But whatever the price was, Magnus couldn't afford it. 

	While he was looking through his things, the ship stopped and he could here the disgruntled yells behind him. He got back into the captain's seat and saw a tired and pimply faced teen motioning for him to move the ship in this direction. Magnus nervously parked, stopped the engine, and went over the plan again in his head. The plan itself would most likely be that he would go in under an assumed name, put a container on a dolly, and dash out of the way without being caught by security. He looked through his things again and found a pair of sunglasses he had stolen. Many different species had trouble distinguishing individuals in the same species, so sunglasses might be able to throw off some authorities. 

	He then exited the ship and continued on the path towards the entrance. On his floor, the entrance was very crowded. He noticed a long line of agitated people just dying to get inside. The wait to get inside was very slow and it seemed to last for hours until he was up. Before he could enter each person had to pass through a security guard to interrogate them, then go through door like scanning machine. He walked up to the guard. The guard was a very grizzled middle aged man with a name tag stating "Officer O'Brian".

	"State your name." O'Brian said, not even batting an eye and instead focusing on the multiple piles of paperwork on his station.
	"Sungam Enegue Muiretsigam." Magnus answered.
	"Do you have any identification?" O'Brian asked, glancing over at Magnus. Even with only a quick glimpse of his face, Magnus felt a cold and unfeeling presence before him. 
	"No." Magnus answered, trying to sound as serious as possible.
	"No? Any interspacial passports or licensing?" O'Brian now was looking straight into Magnus' soul, with an expression somewhere between confusion and suspicion. 
	"None." Magnus stated, still trying to act somewhat confident in his voice. 
	"Any type of birth certificate or work registration?" O'Brain continued, now at full height, and now with an expression of hostile suspicion. 
	"Sir, I'm going to ask you to step out of the line." O'Brain motioned to another guard behind Magnus. Was he found out already when he wasn't even in the store yet? As he was thinking that the other guard grabbed Magnus by the shoulders and lifted him into a shorter line consisting of oddball suspicious characters. That line was even slower than the regular one. But when Magnus was finally up to be checked, again, he noticed not an even more interrogative officer, but a weirdly calming presence in front of him. The guard was a woman, about middle aged with a smile you can't miss. It was about twice as large as a usual smile and even more unnerving, but strangely homely. She had a name tag on that read "Officer O'Brian". 
	"Hi there!" O'Brian half yelled half sang. "Please state your name."
	"Ma-" he almost blurted out. The comfortable presence almost made him lose his cover. "Sungam Enegue Muiretsigam." he said.
	"Are you SURE about that?" she asked, still smiling, but he could tell that inside she was just as suspicious as the other officer O'Brian. 
	"Yes. That's what my mother named me." he said confidently.
	"Okay." O'Brian scribbled onto her paper. "Date of Birth?"
	"Schweb 104, 7 18,207, 348, Venuleceson Calendar." he stated. Crap! He said his actual birthdate! What is it with having a tendency to fess up to her?
	"Let me check for ya." O'Brian smiled and looked onto her terminal, still with that unwavering smile. 
	"Looks good to me!" She said. "There are a few other things I need you to check. Alright?" O'Brian handed him a questionnaire. "Please sit down and answer it all for me. Thank you!" She sang. Magnus looked around and saw a small lounge area consisting of a few chairs and other aliens sitting on them. He sat down and looked at the sheet.
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	The first question: What gender are you? Instead of the usual three answers, in their place were another three. Pollinator, Egg-layer, and Amorphous Blob of Nothingness. He supposed he was a Pollinator, or at least that was the closest to what he was. 
	Next question: Occupation? Instead of an open spot where you can fill something in, there were again three answers. Goods, Services, and Caretaking. He checked Caretaking, just to differentiate himself with his rouse. 
	Last question: Species? This time there was an open spot. He wrote Vir Capite Magno/Vir Capite Parvuum. On his planet, he couldn't fake anyone into believing that he was one or the other, so this disguise is also a hybrid.
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	Once he finished he handed the paper back to O'Brian. 
	"Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, looks all good to me!" She smiled. She then typed something into the terminal and a small plastic card spat out of a printer like machine. O'Brian grabbed it and handed it to Magnus. 
	"Now don't cause any trouble ya hear?" She said light-heartedly, and Magnus couldn't help but get the feeling that she was being as serious as possible. Finally he could enter the store! The process to get in was so hard and so time-consuming he was extremely exausted. The store was like any other department store, except for the fact that the store was larger than any kind of store Magnus had ever been to. The aisles were so tall that if he looked up, he couldn't even see the top, only a dot. In order to find with aisle might have Spessusibus, Magnus slowly walked to his right. The width of the store seemed as endless as the top and after about 18 hours of waiting in line and about two days without eating food of any kind, he sat on the floor. He looked around and saw an in-house inn. Strange for a department store, but how could he complain. He wobbled over to the counter of the inn and talked to the innkeeper. The innkeeper itself seemed something out of Lovecraft. It was a long, pitch black, gooey string that ran from the celing to the floor with one humongous eye peering from the ooze. It screeched in a high pitch before being interrupted by Magnus saying,
	"I'd like one room please." The innkeeper raised an appendage to grab a key and placed it on the counter, with some residue still on it. 
	"Uh, how would I pay for it?" he asked, trying to wipe it off the key. 
	"You pay on your way out dude." The innkeeper said, suddenly switching from a screech to a Californian like accent. 
	"Thanks." Magnus replied, then walked to the elevator without looking back. Once on, the elevator took him straight towards his room, without even touching a button. Once he entered the room, the door behind him shut. The room was nothing to look at. Just a bed with a cotton blanket and pillow and nothing else. At this point Magnus didn't care. He slumped down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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Hey guys, so this is just like a part one to the thing, I've just spent about 3 and a half hours on this and I'm pretty tired. I guess this is to make up for the two sentence answers, but who really cares. Alrighty then. 
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[b] Pineapple [/b]
Gillian motioned to stop. Once let go she slumps to the ground in order to catch her breath. She contemplates for a second and goes over to her desk. She reaches for a book in her drawer and secretly pushes a button. She opens the book.
"This is a catalog of all our models. Choose which ever one you might need."

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On my character sheet is a catalog of the models. Go ahead and choose whatever you want. 
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