Out of Pod Experience

*Eats his food, occasionaly looking up and chuckling at how adorable 6 looks eating like that*

*6 puts on a song, returns to the couch and seat dances like a total white girl. she doesn't know the dance, and pantomimes revving a motorcycle.

*turns to Kirjava and speaks so Kainos-a-gogo can't hear:

"oh.my.god.Kirjava, look at her butt, it is -so- big. she looks like... one of those brutor guys' girlfriends. but you know, who understands those brutor guys. they only talk to her because she looks like a prostitute."

"boyfriend? you must mean loco? wasn't my boyfriend, he was just a bed warmer."

"jealous? of who?"

"Mind if I join you two?"

*Pulls in Kate for a dance, and begins his magic with the two*

Yiole strolled down the corridor, smelling the flowers in an attempt to focus herself out of her galloping heart and the primal urge that burned her insides. Out of willforce, Yiole and Random managed to reach the appartment's door, and right after it closed behind them Yiole left the bouquet on a table and clashed her lips against Random's.

Yiole moved away to get enough room to remove her jacket and fling it to the sofa, then she loosed the top buttons of her shirt and removed it over her head. Random gasped at the sight of her cleavage and rushed to unstrap her brasier, and Yiole giggled as he missed to find the strap twice in a row before succeeding. The piece of lingerie was quickly dismissed and Random sunk her face into Yiole's neck and below as she struggled to pull off his t-shirt. As their hips bumped together, Yiole smirked and muttered "brand new and unused", and then she kneeled before Random while she unstrapped his trousers.

That was something Random couldn't take for long and after some minutes he just moaned "to bed, NOW". Yiole quickly stood up and and walked to the bedroom, leaving Random lagging behind her as he had to deal with his own trousers and a certain physical condition. Nevertheless, Random reached Yiole by the bed and unstrapped her skirt with shaky hands. Yiole climbed on the bed, standing on all four, and whispered "shall I turn around?". Random shaked his head frantically and pulled down Yiole's panties. She held him with one hand and assisted so he just had to push, and as Random held a grab on her waist and started rocking, Yiole moaned softly and said:

- Welcome home, Mr. McNally...

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The smell of cooking food helped Random to stand up and leave the bed. Albeit the appartments had a small kitchenette, it was quite unusual that a capsuleer bothered to use it, unless there was some good reason. Random quickly determined that Yiole's good reason implied wearing an apron and nothing else, something with which he was OK as he enjoyed the views from behind Yiole. His stomach, anyway, had his own opinion and focused on the food being cooked instead of the curvy creamy flesh on display.

- Is that for breakfast?
- Lunch, more properly. It's 14:00 already.
- Kind of a long night...
- Blame your shy friend and its custom to hide...
- I plea gulty on its behalf. It totally feels like hiding again right now.
- Maybe we can deal with that later, i'm hungry now.

Yiole's cooking skills weren't specially sophisticate but she was able to pull out a good result from the ingredients, specially with hunger as spice for the dish. Talking about Random's adventures in the recent war, they had their brunch and were eating some pieces of fruit when Yiole's pad buzzed. Yiole swept her hands on the napkin, cleaning them of orange juice, and walked to the sofa and the jacket on it. She grabbed the pad and a grim thought crossed her mind as she noticed it was a message from Indahmawar.



Random noticed Yiole's emotions as she stiffed her back an shoulders.

- What's going on? Bad news?
- Yes. Indah's mother is ill and she haves a potentially mortal disease, so Indah is leaving for home later this afternoon. She asks me to take care of the bar.
- Well, that's very bad to hear... should i leave...?
- No. Still not... I think i'm gonna need a shoulder sooner than later. And we still got some hours before she leaves... we can go visit Laudenum and then meet Indah.

Then Yiole bit her lips as she looked for information on Gallentean RGD 503, and Random's shoulder quickly became of use as Yiole reached the fearsome lines:

...mortality is of 89,74% over 3 years, reaching to 99,32 % in 5 years. The longest survival term documented are 18 years. The highest mortality rate occurs during the first year, when more than 70% of patients will die from the complications caused both by extensive tumoral activity and palliative therapies.

Kainos awoke the next morning to the artificial sun rise on the holoscreen in his personal quarters. He realized he was aboard his own flagship, the Infallible Judgement, and was quickly aware that he was wearing only his dress socks and a bow tie. Unlike many, Kainos was not entirely confused, the night was a blur but it would surely come back to him. Rather, he knew that the ever loyal body guards who doubled as his escorts and mistresses, had no doubt taken good care of him. Upon looking down with some further investigation, if the red lipstick on his chest and thighs was any indication he had been taken well care of. Walking over to his personal bar, he tossed some ice into a glass and splashed some well aged scotch onto the rocks. He looked over at the holoscreen again; "Raven, sitrep."

The ship's onboard computer responded in it's feminine voice which aired on the side of authoritative; "Currently docked outside teh Greater Fool Bar, Reichsmarschall. We have been in port for just over 16 hours. The twins brougth you back last night and, as per protocol, fed you more vodka and proceeded to take advantage of you. You slept for just shy of seven hours. Ship status fully operational, crew status is optimal. Good morning sir."

"Thank you, good morning," Kainos said and turned to look out the portholes overlooking the void of empty space around them.

*Alice Runs and Hugs 6 as she walks away from the Jukebox*

*Runs off After*