Out of Pod Experience

Hello there Chloe. Are you busy in Kaltana? I rarely see you girls these days.

Do you mean tapas?

*Yiole left the shower room, fresh and dry after the authomated drier finished its cycle. TGFB won't spare efforts to make life more comfortable, and thus it's full of Gallentean gadgets. Another one are the robo-aides, like the one that had brought some clean clothes to Yiole.

- You really look used to these gadgets, don't you? -said Random from the bed, bemused at how that Caldari miner was like one with Gallentean decadence.
- Blame it on the Fazmarais, those girls are truely in love with all things decadent.

Random seated on the bed to watch Yiole as she dressed up, while the robo-aide handed her clothes. First, a strapless brasier, whose effect Randome appreciated with a grunt. Then, some silken panties.

- Huh, let me see those closer...

The fabric was pitch black, with little white five-pointed stars scattered around. On the front, the letters Y. G. where embroided in silver.

- Custom tailored?
- Of course.

Yiole turned around to show how the garment fitted to her curves. Random grunted again, enjoying the chance to watch quietly that muscular body and the smooth skin of her back, only interrumpted by the capsule plugs and a tattoed ankh cross between the lower plug and the waist.

The robo-aide then handed a black tank top to Yiole, and a leather skirt. Then Yiole went to make herself up at the bathroom. Random folllowed her and held her waist, slowly caressing her above the clothes as she used the nanite dispenser to apply a perfect make up, according to one of the hundreds of patterns stored in its memory.

- Hey, you're distracting me.
- But the machine does it all!
- You're distracting me, let me make up...
- Can I kiss you yet?
- You can now, the nanites just applied the color barrier...

Then the robo-aide handed Yiole her earrings, a small seal she wore on her right middle finger, and a touch of the metal-like parfume she used. Last, a slightly tattered flight jacket and a pair of high-heeled shoes.

- High heels? Aren't you tall enough?
- 1.86 under most conditions, yes. But then, these hips won't shape themselves if I spend all that time at zero G in nanite goo and then just put on some trainers...
- Grawrrr, me and most carnivores agree that shose hips are well worth of working out...

Yiole and Random kissed for a little while, then Yiole started moving towards the door.

- Will there be another time?
- Of course it will... maybe not a few days, but I'm totally open for replays of the same show... Take care out there and watch out for smurfs.
- Take care, love-miner...

As Yiole walked away, Random wondered what kind of encounters would be going on at all the quiet corners of the Greater Fool Bar... but was quite convinced that most wouldn't involve such extraordinary individuals as Yiole Gionglao.

me too

*runs away

*Random walks into the common area of the bar and orders a coffee. He notices Gray passed out with his face mashed against the tapas that was served to him. A nudge rouses Gray from his sleep and he raises his head, olives from the tapas still clinging to his face.*

You really should cut down a bit, my friend. Maybe smaller glasses?

*Gray blearily focuses on Random and indignantly says*, I'll have you know sir, that I am just resting between bouts! Fighters have to dock sometime! Boxers need to go to their corners SOMETIME! I'm just in my corner....

*he falls face first onto a slice of baguette.*

*Random chuckles and takes the cup of coffee to a table. He pulls out his personal computer interface and gets down to business. There are things that need purchasing.*

*just entered the bar and reacts quickly as Graygor falls again*

Uhhhh...unfortunately, I wasn't able to save your nose from harm, but your shades are fine. *smirks*

By the way... *looks around* Where's Bill??

*orders another cup of coffee while watching the patronage*

Seems that Gray has had a general effect on the sobriety level recently.

*Browsing amateur online video channels, Indahmawar Fazmarai stumbles upon Burn Jita II. Not surprisingly, it looks as interesting as Burn Jita was and barely stands a chance against watch paint dry, so Indah will keept it tuned in a secondary screen to not miss any fun that gets to happen.*

Personally, I think I'll wait for the book...

*Indah notices how Graygor is baffled at the philosophical implications of being around TGFB. In her experience, what he needs now is some coffee whiskey*

Here, have this and don't try to get a meaning out of here.

*Indah raises her Garfield mug and drinks a toast of Coke Zero to Graygor's enlightment. On the screen behind her, someone claims that a lone Scorpion may have been killed at the Perimeter gate..*

I wish mine could look like this, with a functioning door...