Out of Pod Experience

most humans have a sense of self to fall back on, after a desire to be selfless is shattered

I can't talk about it without causing any more triggers for the rains... but there's a lot you don't know about. It's alright. you didn't know.

7 has regressed to day 0, it seems, and I hope that's the extent of it. I should have maybe said something to keep her from going head over heels.

just... consider what it is like to have a serial number for a name, of six thousand, six hundred and thirty seven.

the rest of us have difficulty finding ourselves, but at least we have the benefit of a birthright to look.

//I'm going to keep the rains busy and away from here for a while, so they have a chance to talk with 7 and decide how they feel about the situation as a group, rather than repeat 7's experience unprepared.

*Freckles appear*

nah, don't sweat it. it was unhealthy for her, and rather superficial to get so worked up over looks. a lot of people do it--7 needs to see it was because she's just as human as the rest of us.

we all have things that haunt us. 7 is dealing with all of hers at the moment. she has to figure it out for herself

I gotta say, CK, if you were going for "ugly" you were successful.

I feel much better now.

*Regains consciousness in a desheveled state on the couch, surrounded by bottles of a variety of spirits and beers*

Ugh... wait... why was a drinking blue hair dye?...

OH GOD NO.

ah, Kate, about that. 7 has had.. a harder time than the other girls. it's obvious to me that she liked your legs. she just doesn't know how to express herself in a kind way.

Laudenum strode to the bar watching the woman that, she was told, was named Yiole. She briefly debated how “break the ice” with her but, as always, her default was ‘blunt’. Laud was not sure she should admire Yiole or not. While Yiole struck a striking tableau in her leather skirt and jacket, this was dress for form. Laud, ever practical, dressed for function in pocketed cargo pants, a common style vest and heavy boots. The contradictions continued with their hair. Yiole’s was short, dark and styled fashionably while Laudenum favored hers long and braided. The mass of braids held together and casually thrown over her shoulder. She walked with purpose towards Yiole and the bar. Yiole, sensing that she was being watched, looked up from her drink and took note of the woman walking towards her.

“Your pardon” Laudenum said, “I’m Laudenum Hayes, are you Yiole?” Yiole nodded her head but narrowed her eyes. She took a sip from her drink as she watched the red headed woman. Laudenum’s face light up. “Excellent!” she said “Can we talk somewhere? I’ll buy you a drink to compensate for your time.” Yiole began to respond but the red head had already turned and began ordering for the pair.

Mancourt Green was a bouncer in the Greater Fool Bar. He was a moderately handsome fellow and many of the female patrons often cast lingering glances at him when he was not aware. His most noticeable feature was not his handsome face, but the fact that he was muscular to a nearly obscene degree. Rumors quietly spread that Mancourt indulged in many legal, and perhaps a few illegal, performance enhancers that allowed him to build slabs of muscle. These slabs, Mancourt often spoke, would earn him his own Vid Show or even Holoreel fame someday. Until that day arrived, Mancourt worked in the Greater Fool Bar since it allowed him to actively persue his second favorite past time. Showing off his muscles to the lovely female patrons of the bar. It was said that the accumulation of the performance enhancers may have had some adverse effects on the brutish bouncer. He was not very smart but who needed that when you could show your muscles off to pretty customers. The few enraptured female patrons that were seduced by his show often reported back to their friends that the performance enhancers left him with other deficiencies. At that moment, Mancourt was enjoying his two most favorite past times. Lifting and carrying large and heavy things and showing off his physique to a lovely female patron.

*At this time, it would be prudent for me to note that the following events were described from footage supplied by no less than six sets of video, including a bootleg of the in bar security footage supplied by an unidentifiable source with the initials of M.G. Station authorities were never involved throughout the entire episode and no one was hurt excessively. It was public record to note that a considerable amount of renovations to the bar ( and the daycare located one floor above) occurred shortly after and paid from an account under the name of R. McNally. Moshi Doyle, freelance writer, the Gallente Enquirer.*

The music in the bar was loud. Really loud. The driving beat of the music spurred the dancers, all in various forms of undress, into greater heights of ecstasy. The bodies of the dancers jumping, thrashing and slamming into one another in the hedonistic display. As the tempo increased, a lone woman dressed in an erotic maid’s outfit and smelling faintly of red hair dye, leapt into the air and was deflected horizontally.

Mancourt was holding an extremely large container of ice on his massive shoulder while flexing his free arm to a wonderfully receptive female patron. She ‘oooh’d’ over his physique and marveled at how he could hold aloft a massive container with nary a notice. Nary a notice until the aforementioned erotic maid dressed missile that smelled faintly of red hair dye, collided with the massive bouncer. Mancourt stumbled slightly causing the large duraplex container full of ice to fall from his inadequate grasp. The large container smashed into a table and tilted sideways, dumping it’s contents in a spray of ice cubes along the floor towards the bar and standing patrons. The overturned table launched it’s contents of empty glasses and bottles like a catapult at the far points of the bar, including the back of a redhead who was placing an order, unaware of the incoming missiles.

Laudenum had just finished placing the drink order for the two of them when the bartender, wide eyed, ducked behind the bar. Laud just had time to frown when she was struck in the back of the head and knocked forward into the bar. Taut muscles and finely honed skills propelled her backwards from the bar rail but the treads of her work boots caught and trapped an errant ice cube. Her leg kicked up and she fell backwards, with the tattered shards of her dignity, in a pool of melting ice. Laudenum’s eyes blazed as laughter erupted within the bar from the patrons who witnessed the spectacle. She glanced up and noticed Yiole looking down at her, wide eyed and with an empty glass in her hand.

Combat reflexes instinctively kicked in and Laud leapt to her feet, swinging with a right hook that connected on the end of Yiole’s chin but in her attempt to mitigate the incoming swing, Yiole had begun a pirouette and the hook merely glanced but Yiole’s momentum was enough to spin her completely in a circle and brought the empty drink glass smacking into side of Laudenum’s face; launching the pieces of her now shattered tinted glasses behind the bar.

Laudenum stood up and turned to meet the gaze of Yiole. They both glanced at the gasping form of the bouncer and a laugh began to bubble up out of Laudenum. The crowd, moments before stunned to silence burst into laughter and applause. Laudenum staggered back a couple steps, holding her sides as mad laughter burst from her. Yiole, backing down began to giggle and then laugh.

As the noise settled in the bar, Laudenum walked up to Yiole wiping away the blood from her lip and said “So, you still up for that drink?”

Yiole glanced over at the redhead and wiped away her own blood. “My cousin said you had terrible manners.” She said, surveying the damages in the bar.

“Yea,” said Laud, “I get that a lot.”

“You owe me for a new pair of shoes.” Yiole said

“That’s ok, “ Laudenum said, smiling and holding up Random’s expense account chip, “I’ve got access to my big brother’s account.”

Confirmed Kate for best Arse.

New avatar confirmes *Datass*

how odd. the rains have two of the impress skirts on the racks, but I don't recall them making the butt pop the way yours does.

hah. 8 saw me looking through the racks, and I guess it caused her to want to go shopping. she just ran to jita without a word