In the event of a power outage, there's not a lot to do. In the case of civilians and librarians, even less than normal.
After a discussion of current events in the candlelit bar, over the few drinks that could be made with the intermittent power surges, a skrell ina plain grey jumpsuit asked a rather bookish looking human if he wanted to play a game of cards.
"Sure," said the librarian, "what games do you know the rules of?"
"I know a fair couple, it depends on which you want to play," replied the skrell. Some of his translucent blue skin appeared brownish when it absorbed the orange candlelight.
"How about. . . Go Fish?"
There was an awkward silence that lasted several seconds.
"Shit, sorry, it's 'cuz it's really simple, not because you're a . . . sorry."