Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Courtship

The project seemed to be proceeding nicely, Laria decided, taking a gentle sip from her glass of "Pator Number One" and screwing up her face in disgust. That was definitely less awful than last time. In only a few days, she might even have acquired sufficient of a taste of it to not have to spit it out almost immediately.

She did, this time.

So. She had a sassy stance, and a good walk. She was learning to drink an appropriate drink. This was all going very well indeed. What next?

She looked around her quarters, her gaze returning to the large poster of Evanda Char. What did she /do/?

Well. There was the space-spanning, love-hate complex relationship thing. There. That was a thing to do. An epic, world-shaking love affair.

Who with? Laria bit her bottom lip. It had to be someone not... smelly. With a hint of elegance, or at least... she waved a hand, communicating with nobody in particular. With at least /some/ sophistication. And a vocabulary.

No. Nobody. Nobody came to mind. So. She would need to advertise.

Idealistic adventurerss seeks urbane sophisticate with roguish streak for universe-spanning epic. Must bring own drones.


Nearly. But not quite.

Sassy idealistic adventuress seeks urbane sophisticate with roguish streak for universe-spanning epic. Must bring own drones.


There. That was worth risking another mouthful of "Pator Number One" to celebrate.

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