Out of Pod Experience

At the private room upstairs, Yiole is temporally alone as Random went to some foraging at the bar. She's taking a nap on the sofa facing the door, leaning on her side with a knee forward and her hands under the neck and her cheek. She breathes softly and relaxed as her face displays a satisfied smile which is one of the reasons why men still bother themselves to chase women and follow them along the paths of their nature, even in such distant future, and even if they're mighty, immortal capsuleers. Yet another reason is how the sofa is conveniently facing the door, so Random will be greated by Yiole's silhouette, the steep angle of her waist, the full curve of her hip, and the evidence that she still didn't bothered to dress up.

Asleep, Yiole slightly changes her pose and moans softly, while a part of her brain gets ready to wake up and open her eyes at the sound of the door opening, to see Random's face as a subconcious mean to pick one of several courses of action...

What's this idiocy?

lol?

Huh... Tan lines.


I thought you promised to get rid of the snowball too.

I heard the sisters of Eve can arrange that. Though who knows what lewd things they may do to your naked clone before and even after you wake up.

Perhaps you're better off sticking with the navy.

Ishukone provides me with any cloning service I desire.


Or you could always go Gallente.

*Indah is reading a news site, then sumbles upon an interesting piece:

Denizens of Star Citizen universe are being asked wether special characters should be allowed in names or callsigns, and so far 61% of voters stated that such names should be banned*

So, no "M@v3r!k" allowed? What a terribad loss!

(Damn forums ate my post.....)

Random was grumbling. He hadn't meant to stay away from the room as long as he had but the breakfast order took longer than expected. He reallly didn't NEED to help Gray to his room but seeing someone sprawled out like that gave Random phantom pain. Gray will certainly feel something when he wakes. He carried the prepared breakfast trays back to his room. He had hoped that Yiole had not felt abandoned, or worse yet, just left. He stopped outside the room door and took a steadying breath.

He opened the door and was paralyzed. Yiole was asleep on the sofa, and she was lovely. The stresses and cares of the days washed away in peaceful sleep. He stepped in quietly and put the trays on the table. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He absorbed her as she lay, memorizing every detail of her. She started to stir and Random knew it was probably her capsuleer training and experience. Capsuleers, particularly miners, develop instincts when they're being watched. He didn't like to think of it as predator and prey, more the presence of someone watching.

He silently walked around the sofa and pulled a blanket off the bed and turned the internal warmer up. As he placed the warming blanket onto her, she stirred but then curled up inside the warmth. As she settled deeper into sleep, he took a moment to watch her face. She was beautiful in sleep.

He stood, mindful not to make any noise and took the trays to the cooler. Breakfast can be reheated, he thought. He took one last gaze and then moved into the refresher to take a shower.

I don't think we will ever know what goes on inside the minds of the Gallente, they be some strange cats.