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Zoe Kaltana
Kaltana Industries
#2521 - 2013-09-24 10:53:28 UTC
Yiole Gionglao
#2522 - 2013-09-24 16:48:28 UTC
Grabs the TV remote from Zoe's intoxicated hands and switches the TV channel again. Pours some Irn-Bru into Zoe's drink too.

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an alpha / And so it's you

Random McNally
Stay Frosty.
A Band Apart.
#2523 - 2013-09-24 17:00:16 UTC  |  Edited by: Random McNally
Grabs Yiole and slings her over his shoulder and heads to his quarters.

Consciously ready to get Irn-Bru poured down his back. Blink

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Alice Saki
Nocturnal Romance
Cynosural Field Theory.
#2524 - 2013-09-24 17:30:57 UTC
*Grabs the Irn-Bru before they disappear*

Hehe Mine! ^_^

FREEZE! Drop the LIKES AND WALK AWAY! - Currenly rebuilding gaming machine, I will Return.

Yiole Gionglao
#2525 - 2013-09-24 18:56:12 UTC
Random McNally is having a quick shower to get rid of the Irn-Bru spilled all over his back and below, when he notices movement and a white blob with the corner of the eye. Through the translucent glass door of the shower, he sees the white blob shaping into a human form, and once the door opens he notices that a, it's Yiole, and b, the white blob is not a towel, precisely.

- F***! -says Random, shocked.
- Exactly, Mr. McNally... right here, and right now -says Yiole, and averts any objection with a passionate kiss...

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an alpha / And so it's you

Indahmawar Fazmarai
#2526 - 2013-09-24 20:49:16 UTC
(Notices an increase in the comsumption of Irn-Bru, orders extra crates)

Houm... so this job applicant sent us a video resume?

Shocked

>>Memo: forward applicant's resume to CCP, he will fit right in both for his skillfulnes and inclination.
Yiole Gionglao
#2527 - 2013-09-27 21:10:17 UTC  |  Edited by: Yiole Gionglao
As one of the robo-aides dresses her hair with all four arms, Yiole Gionglao watches the popular minmatarr show 1,001 life hacks without duct tape.

- Houm, interesting. I didn't knew minnies had invented rain already...
- Did you said something, bunny?
- No, just watching TV...

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an alpha / And so it's you

March rabbit
Aliastra
Gallente Federation
#2528 - 2013-09-28 19:57:52 UTC
posting on 127(!!!)th page Shocked

The Mittani: "the inappropriate drunked joke"

March rabbit
Aliastra
Gallente Federation
#2529 - 2013-09-28 20:03:08 UTC
Yiole Gionglao wrote:
As one of the robo-aides dresses her hair with all four arms, Yiole Gionglao watches the popular minmatarr show 1,001 life hacks without duct tape.

- Houm, interesting. I didn't knew minnies had invented rain already...
- Did you said something, bunny?
- No, just watching TV...

that was fun. thanks! Lol

The Mittani: "the inappropriate drunked joke"

Indahmawar Fazmarai
#2530 - 2013-09-28 22:04:49 UTC  |  Edited by: Indahmawar Fazmarai
Aeden Macrab looked around nervously yet once again since the evening had started. Usually, he would be too worried about not doing his stuf as to mind being in a social situation, but his stupidity and a primal sense of lust had led him to a trap. And there it was again, Indahmawar's amazing green eyes looking at him like when she had exposed her petition and added "Please...?" in a voice that was total overkill and extracted a "yes" from him before he could react consciously.

- Can you think of something that could be wrong and we hadn't thought already? -said Indahmawar, staring at him.
- Also, if you need some clarification... -added the large Achuran woman in the tight sweater that made her bossom impossible to miss... Yole? Yiole? What was her name...?
- No... huh... I got the idea.. Your cousin, she's experincing, huh, nightmares?
- Not exactly nightmares; a recurring and unsettling dream.
- And she was tested and the brain side of her Slot 5 implant was OK...
- So we think. What else could be wrong? She's fearing a psychological issue...
- Hmph! Psychology! Most issues related to implants are software issues!
- Software?
- Yes, of course, the microneural interface is a piece of hardware, but it all runs on software, and large chunks of it are still black boxes. See, the lander level of the microneuronal i/o code is built in heptadecimal, that is, base 7, the hell knows why. Interfacing it to the standard binary used at the bus side is a nightmare because of parity checking and... -Yiole sighed loudly and that made her bossom bounce as Aeden looked at it, and he noticed he was about to start a tirade and cutted it short-: And.. errr.. well, it's very complex. There's a lot of development needed before we are comfortable with all that multibased coding.
- But you are using it with the Project -said Indhamawar.
- Oh, but we're not dealing with the implants, just the capsule interface... it's simpler because... well, it's simpler. But not when we're venturing into enemy teritory to forage for a few answers.
- So, about the software issues... -pointed Yiole.
- Oh, yes. Slot 5 is loaded with the interaction stuff, the pad connection and such. I'm not aware of any known bug causing nightmares, but it could be just a bug, getting through the microneural interface and triggering a random brain response.
- And how could we know?
- Well, I would like to use a network plugger... would ask your cousin to carry it and have it record the transactions between her implant and the external devices.
- And how do we get a plugger of those? -asked indahmawar, and Aeden noticed her eyes piercing him. But he knew that there was no easy answer.
- Houm, i don't have any. We don't neeed it, but I can tell you what do you need to buy and how to use it.
- Coulnd't you just help us a bit? -asked Yiole, and then Aeden was crushed under the weight of four eyes locked on him.
- Err... I... I am very busy and it would require some time, some trials because... err.. And I am too busy, I...
- Please...? -said indahmawar, and Aeden heard his voice saying:
- Where is your cousin... where should I travel if...?
- Don't worry, we will transport you, we've got some comfy shuttles and our license is active -said Yiole, and Aeden shivered at the thought of traveling in a shuttle commanded by a capsuleeer... a bullseye, a target to any other capsuleeer... but then...
- We would be very grateful that you helped us, i can't suffer to see Ish in her state... so deprived of sleep that its taking a toll on her very health -said Indahmawar, and then she stretched her pad- Have I shown you a picture of her? You will see how bad she's looking, i'm not exaggerating
- No, no, seriosuly, I will help.
- That's sweet, Aeden. Can you buy the equipment in this station if we give you the money?
- N... now?
- Well, we shall finish the lunch first -giggled Indahmawar, and Aeden giggled along as Yiole restarted her attack on a juicy piece of meat. Struggling with his own food, Aeden started thinking intensely about any review he could remember on microneural implant network pluggers (MiNINPUs for friends), or at lest some good source for such review so he could find he appropiate device to the job... and impress the ladies, to say so. Then he saw Yiole chewing energically her steak with a carnivore expression and felt very sorry for himself and the mess he had put himself into, dealing with those capsuleer vixens like a stupid rabbit...
Yiole Gionglao
#2531 - 2013-09-29 21:17:10 UTC  |  Edited by: Yiole Gionglao
"Run, rabbit, run... while you can", thought Aeden Macrab. But he knew he wouldn't do it, and, being realistic, that Yiole girl looked like an athlete, in addition to being taller than himself. So he just followed her as she walked along the docks, and eventually they entered an elevator. Several seconds later, teh elevator opened to a landing pad, and on it there was a shuttle. The machine grew larger and larger as they walked to it, crossing at least two hundred meters of what was a "small" landing pad. There was a soft breeze and the shuttle hovered, held in place by a magnetic field. Towards the aft section, a large porthole opened and then warning sirens sounded and Aeden was startled to notice a metallic roar approaching them. A metal pod mounted on a rail charged on the shuttle at some 200 km/h, and barely stopped before being inserted into the porthole. Then it was swallowed by the machine and the porthole closed.

- There goes indahmawar, better don't make her wait -smiled Yiole.

Aeden followed her to a boarding ramp, whose rolling vaement led them into the shuttle. Walking in without hesitaiton, Yiole guided Aeden to yet another levator, and after following a short corridor, they entered the cocokpit.

- We thought that you would enjoy your ride better here... pick a seat and I'll strap you.
- Strap me..? But...?
- Come on, just pick any seat. There's no crew at the cockpit in a capsule-fit shuttle.

Aeden pixked a seat at the fore, hoping that the flat surface ahead was a windshield and it would open later. Then Yiole took the network plugger from his hand and stored it in a locker, and stapped him thoroughly to the seat.

- Why...? What...?
- This is no commercial flight, Indah won't be sparing maneuvers to get us to our destination as fast as possbile. Take these two -said Yiole, offering Aeden a pill and something that looked like a sick bag. Then she picked a seat by Aeden's and strapped herself.
- Ready to go, Indah -announced Yiole, apparently talking to the air.
- Laucnhing -announced a metal, soulless voice. Then the frontal shield opened and Aeden coudl see the station spinning crazily as the shuttle maneuvered and launched itself towards one of the exit ways, accelerating as if it was riding on rails as air buzzed on the hull. Aeden was too impressed to say anything, but almost giggled when a soothing music started playing right as the shuttle erupted from the station. Then it maneuvered harshly and Aeden gasped as his internal organs couldn't decide in what direction should they move, but the shuttle quickly stabilized. The scene outside shifted to random stellar bacckground, and then it faded to black and disappeared.

- Huh...? What happened?
- We're warping. There's nothing inside a warp bubble, and so we can see anything. There inside the capsule we see a nice tunnel effect, but of course it's just a GUI.

As suddenly as it had started, the blackness disintegrated into stars and... a massive structure, glaring and reeling... a gate? Was that a gate? Then a flash of light hit the shuttle and the outside turned black again as a recorded voice said:

- Starship jumping.

Then everything turned black and Aeden lost the sense of time, and suddenly the outside iluminated with stars... different stars? How could he tell? The shuttle maneuvered abruptly again, stopped and more blackness ensued... capsuleers always travel fast. Aeden decided that, shaky maneuvers aside, riding a spaceship was about as thrilling as traveling on the underground without stations.

************************************************************************

A luxurious office decorated in trendy style and colors. Two men. One of tehm seats on a armchair, the other in a luxurious and comfortable but slightly lower chair.

- Look at the recording -say the man in the amrchair. By them a holographic scene is displayed, grainy and lacking good resolution as it was filmed by a cloud of voxel cams. The scene is of a uninspiring office, with cheap furniture. A plain looking gallente woman is seating and welcomes a beautiful, albeit short, Khanid woman.

- My apologies for the office. I barely use it, actually -says the recorded Gallente woman.
- Nevermind, I understand this is not the usual procedure. You agents and we capsuleer grunts barely meet each other -answers Ishtanchuk Fazmarai.

The recording continues for a few minutes, and then the scene disappears. The man at the armchair speaks again:

- There you have her, that's the Fazmarai b*tch who's been funding the zombies.
- Have you been watching her?
- Yes. It was pretty convenient that we could use that interview to start tracking her. We have some more material and i will give it to you, but I guess you will appreciate this specific one...

Another image is projected, this time it's a plain photograph, obviously taken with a large telephoto. The man at the chair smirks as the photograph pictures a pod platform, and a missing screen allows to see a nude woman about to climb on a pod.

- Heh, nice one... -the man loaned on the chair to look closer at the image- Jee-sus, just look at those t*ts... that b*tch could have a career at a pleasure hub!
- I was sure you would appreciate that... but fun aside, she's ben quite an issue lately.
- Well, i figured you wouldn't call me for nothing... what was?
- The Gros Cochon; one of their teams was stupid enough to try and shoot that wh*re and two other eggers, and they ended with their brains splattered. The eggers fled, of course, but now there's several station police services messing with the frères. And we know that the zombies are behind it.
- So they're truly Sanshas?
- Who cares? They're messing with our business, drawing attention on us with money supplied by that ho'.
- Sad story, but why should we care? Let the frères have their asses f*cked for free for a change.

(continues)

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an alpha / And so it's you

Yiole Gionglao
#2532 - 2013-09-29 22:17:53 UTC  |  Edited by: Yiole Gionglao
(continued)

- See, that would be a good plan, if she wasn't sitting in one of our stations.
- Wait...? How's that?
- You recall Erehwon? That system where The Vieux wanted us to set up some legal business?
- Oh yes... we started a lawyer's office there, didn't? -the man at the chair laughed loudly, bemused by the thought.
- Yes, exactly. And an office after another, we eventually moved there most of our "legal" division. Includig accounting.
- Accounting? But, why?
- Because we had everything else there, dammit! And it was a stupid backwater system where nothing happened until those bloody eggers appeared!
- And the zombies?
- The zombies are moving in too. With money from that Fazmarai b*tch. We don't know why she's funding them, because we must keep a extremely low profile at that station and there's no whistleblowers. But it's time that we push back the zombies.
- Eventually... you want me to find someone and pay a visit to that girl? Does she live there?
- She moves a lot, but she's got a bar and a night club. Just those are not suitable targets; either she haves a hellish intuition or we ran out of luck, but currently the bar is defended by two tough guys.
- Meh! Tough guys! I sell you a dozen!
- Yes, tough guys. Heron in person warned me to not mess with the barman there, and the other guy is a weirdo who just spent 14 years with the Baby Janes.
- Nom de dieu!
- Exactly. The station and the establishments are off bounds. But we need to send that wh*re a message so she stops breastfeeding the zombies.
- Send her a message... you want one of the chiens?
- Absolutely not. Just find some suitable people and i'll pick the one I want.
- I know some who could just beat her a bit if that's what you want...
- Just give me names. Maybe we could use a crotte, someone nobody could track back to us.
- When you need it?
- Anytime... next week, maybe.
- OK. Transfer me the raw files, will you?
- Of course.

Then both men continued talking for a while, asking about their families and other more pleasant topics. Once the meeting ended, the man at the chair walked to his own office, disguised in old fashioned style as if it was an old reputable office... which it was, beyond most of the doors. Legal cover and such, to profit from crime without paying for it. Alone at his private office, the man reviewed the content of the files provided, and then opened a encrypted line and waited for an answer.

- Agale?
- Oui?
- I'm Jean. I need a replica girl. Here i send you the details on the target. I want a perfect match of her t*ts. Must be Khanid and preferably short. And a juicy pu**y as usual.
- How young?
- The target is 30-some, that should do if she's not too wasted. Younger if needed but professional. And listen well: i want the same t*its, can you see the stuff?
- Houm... wouldn't be difficult, but you want a Khanid. Because of the skin?
- Yes, I said exactly, must totally look like that b*tch.
- Give me 24 hours. Would you want fake plugs on her back?
- Yes, probably yes... Will be a nice touch.

At the other end of the line, Agale, a professional madame specialized in providing "replica girls" who looked exactly like whoever the client would like to have sex with but couldn't, quickly started the different searching procedures that would find some prostitute, somewhere, that matched the characteristics of the "target". And then she also routinely warned the Ashtantan cult that someone had asked for a replica girl of some unknown capsuleer called Ishtanchuk Fazmarai.

*********************************************************************

The shuttle landed softly and Aeden sighed deeply. He had managed to not feel sick (maybe because he aleady had had two pills before Yiole gave him yet another one) and was more bored than anything else after flying for less than twenty-five minutes; now he understood why Indahmawar would commute every test day. He waited until Yiole unstrapped him (mechanical devices weren't exactly his strong point) and followed her outside of the shuttle. He didn't noticed wether the capsule was extracted or don't, and just followed Yiole as her Slot 5 implant guided her back to some part of the station that was a part of her mental map. With over a thousand landing pads to pick from, getting to the familiar parts of the station was a routine problem wth as many solutions as travelers. Taking the chance and with a good mood, Aeden just chased Yiole around while he enjoyed the swing of her hips; maybe they were capsuleeer vixens and he a commoner rabbit, but sure those were beautiful creatures...

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an alpha / And so it's you

Random McNally
Stay Frosty.
A Band Apart.
#2533 - 2013-09-30 15:44:14 UTC  |  Edited by: Random McNally
Random woke and stretched and knew something was wrong. He reached across the bed and found the presence of Yiole noticeably missing. He listened and heard only the tell tale sounds of the station. He rolled into a sitting position and winced as his feet hit the cool floor. Even after a trip to the ‘facilities’, he was alone in the room.

He pulled on a pair of shorts and strolled from his room to the Bar proper. Nudity, even partial, was not uncommon among capsuleers and Random was far from modest, but he knew that there could be others in the Bar that may be a bit uncomfortable with naked capsuleers about. Besides, this wasn’t to be an exhibitionist moment; he just wanted coffee.

He strolled up to the bar taking a casual look around. From what he could see, Yiole was not in the bar proper and a frown tugged at the corners of his normally expressionless mouth. He ordered his coffee and stood in a decaffeinated haze, looking at nothing in particular. At least, until a sharp smack and a sting on his backside shook him from his reverie.

“Well big brother, “ Laudenum drawled, “did you get your ya-ya’s off?” She walked around to face him, portable terminal in her hand. He responded with a blush that set Laudenum into a gale of laughter. “Oh, you are crystal, dear brother.” She said, as the laughter subsided to giggles. “Pure crystal.”

“So, do you have any idea where she went?” he asked innocently, but the blush still pronounced on his face.

“Still not done?” she asked, her eyebrows raised and an evil smirk crossing her face. “Do I need to find you a temporary playmate?” She turned as if to shout out to the bar but Random’s vice like grip grabbed her arm and spun her back to face him. Her face darkened but the sheepish look on his face drained away any mounting anger.

“Please, no.” he said, trying to reign in the emotions and returning to his normally stoic expression. “I was just wondering if you know where she went. This doesn’t need to be on the Gall Net.”

Laudenum smiled and said, “Yiole went with Ish on an errand of some sort. They had some dopey looking ground dweller in tow. They all boarded a shuttle and split early this morning. At least, that’s what I saw from the hangar deck.” Her smile turned wicked and her voice grew in volume. “Now are you SURE I don’t need to find you a PLAYMATE?” The last was shouted to a half populated bar. Many who hadn’t even paid attention to the barely dressed capsuleer. Many noted the pair at the bar with only a few casting longing looks. An attractive female patron passed by and Laudenum pointed in the general vicinity of Random’s groin and announced, “Sister, you should try some of that! I’ve heard that it makes ladies happy!”

Random spun with eyes blazing on his misbehaving sister but she merely cackled in laughter and walked to a vacant table. Random grabbed the coffee and stormed back to his quarters, oblivious to the female patron watching his retreating back side.

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Flamespar
WarRavens
#2534 - 2013-10-01 07:04:17 UTC
Flamespar blinks suddenly - like a robot who has not received any directives from an external source for a couple days - then goes to take a drink from his glass only to find the drink now completely flat.
Xercodo
Cruor Angelicus
#2535 - 2013-10-01 07:28:01 UTC
Now how in the hell did I not know this was a thing?!

Man, a friend and I once had dreams of opening a place like this in a hollowed out Ark sat in a POS at one of the moons of Deltole.

We were gonna call her Spirit Exotica.

Still would like to do that one day...

The Drake is a Lie

Ishtanchuk Fazmarai
#2536 - 2013-10-01 20:54:25 UTC
Xercodo wrote:
Now how in the hell did I not know this was a thing?!(...).


We've been actively left alone/ignored. Which, seeing some of the stuff we've written here, it's been a blessing. Lol

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an Alpha / And so it's you

Zoe Kaltana
Kaltana Industries
#2537 - 2013-10-01 22:23:58 UTC
Ishtanchuk Fazmarai wrote:
Xercodo wrote:
Now how in the hell did I not know this was a thing?!(...).


We've been actively left alone/ignored. Which, seeing some of the stuff we've written here, it's been a blessing. Lol

Yes...and...also No. Blink
*wipes away some not completely colour matching aditional lipstick from Ish's lips*
Xercodo
Cruor Angelicus
#2538 - 2013-10-02 00:33:04 UTC
Well Ish, I been around these sort of places enough that not much of it surprises me any more.

On with the merriment and whatnot.

The Drake is a Lie

Ishtanchuk Fazmarai
#2539 - 2013-10-02 06:55:32 UTC
Zoe Kaltana wrote:
Ishtanchuk Fazmarai wrote:
Xercodo wrote:
Now how in the hell did I not know this was a thing?!(...).


We've been actively left alone/ignored. Which, seeing some of the stuff we've written here, it's been a blessing. Lol

Yes...and...also No. Blink
*wipes away some not completely colour matching aditional lipstick from Ish's lips*


You *really* liked that part, don't you? Lol

Roses are red / Violets are blue / I am an Alpha / And so it's you

Zoe Kaltana
Kaltana Industries
#2540 - 2013-10-02 16:12:13 UTC
Yes, you *cencored content is cencored*.

What-A-Waste. Lol