Raiha

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera laughed pleasantly and returned the kiss, only instead of a light peck on the lips, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his, one leg around his hips. He was surprised, but reciprocated. Without warning she broke away and took off at a run, flicking a glance over her shoulder as if to say, "Catch me if you can." He laughed and followed quickly, only he quickly realized she, barefoot and even in a skirt and bra, was too fast for him to catch up with. The doors to the pool clanged open as soon as she was 5 feet away and she stripped as she ran. He looked up at her only to be swatted in the face with her bra and skirt. He screeched to a halt before the Olympic sized pool, at the deep end, only to see her take a running start. plant both feet on the edge of the pool and spring up, twisting backwards and righting herself in perfect form as she hit the water. Barely a splash, and she was underwater, swimming for the opposite side of the pool in a swift breast stroke. She surfaced and waved to him, showing bare skin, a flash of a nipple, and the white flesh of her underarm. Allen removed his pants and shirt and followed, performing another, if not as graceful dive, catching her in a matter of moments. His hands found her waist and she grinned and wrapped both her legs around his hips and snuggled close, even though they were in 9 feet of water. He treaded slowly, compensating for her weight, even though it was barely anything in here.[/i] "So, is it fun?" "Yes it is....more than I expected." "Well what did you think? I'm here."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Genefee Ryan Age: 29 Appearance: [IMG]http://www.chinamiss.com/members/photos/502051.gif[/IMG] For a viewing of her grandmother, see attatchment. Our hero is about 5'6" with light skin, dark gold eyes, short brown hair, and full lips. Her figure is slender, but not frail. Genefe wears, typically, a body suit, durable mid calf boots, a vest or overshirt, and wrist guards. Her fetish for earrings has made gift giving easy, as she's never seen without silver in her ears, all other jewelry is deemed superfluous. Short Bio: Her mother always told her to explore, make a better life for herself when she found things getting dull. Her grandmother, Alice, shared the same ideals. Both were immigrants from Daan Batan, both uneducated, but posessing the dreams and thoughts that could make their daughter into their vision of success. To be a colonist, an expression of that goal, and the living of her mother's dream, not exactly the American dream anymore, but what the hell. She could live with that. Of course, Genefee has always had a taste for danger and excitement, although just about now, she's thinking her life pretty mundane. Oh if she knew just how wrong she was. Her jobs on the colony include security, intelligence, and, you guessed it, communications. People see her as a rock of good sense and stability in an ocean of change, not that things change too much on Deimos, a next-to-lifeless hunk of rock until they came. Genefee takes her job very seriously and sees any failure as her faliure and her fault. Of course her marrying and getting a divorce is certainly not a faliure. She was overjoyed to get rid of her husband, who was truly a vain and vulgar man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera smiled at Allen in that dazzling way and demured gracefully.[/i] "Oh I don't know. Dream of having sex perhaps. Sing to myself. Go skinny dipping and dancing naked." "Sounds like fun." "Of course it's always more fun with two." "Is that a fact?" "Yes sir it is." [i]Allen blinked. Vera usually wasn't this sexually charged, nor was she ever so open and free. While she certainly dressed in that lovely and alluring manner, she'd never been so bold as to openly suggest such a thing to anyone, him included. She giggled and swirled around, hair and skirt swishing, obscuring the color of her skin and the glow of her eyes. When she stopped, she waited for him to reply, balancing on the balls of her feet, arms behind her head.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Love makes the world go round." [i]Vera smiled as the two looked up from their game. She was standing by the wall, leaning ever so slightly against it, happy as a clam.[/i] "Are you going to play referee?" "Well, if I was, I'd order you to change out of that hideous outfit." [i]She grinned and flicked her fingers towards her own. Black skirt, bra, bare feet. Nothing left to the imagination. They looked back at each other, shrugged, and continued.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Vera Leisteré was on the second level in a quiet study room turned into her office. It was a safe haven of solitude for a Professor like her. People that passed by saw her nearly bare back and the curve of her spine, visible through her slightly darkened skin. She held in her hands a strip of paper curved and sealed together again, done so as to give the illusion that the paper was one piece impossibly twisted in two directions. Such was the Mobius school. An open journal was resting on the table and on the shelf were rows and rows of books. Full of words and theories and phrases and thoughts that half of the Temporal Police had never even heard of. She ran her fingers over the paper, then set it down and picked up her pen. With delicate strokes, she wrote the latest thoughts down in her journal. Later she would give a lecture to a class. But now, it was writing time. She turned her head finally and looked straight at Allen, just as he was passing by. He paused and stepped to her door and mouthe,[/i] "May I come in?" [i]Vera smiled. And gestured with one hand. He entered and stood at one side.[/i] "What are you working on?" "Another lecture. Something on infinity and eternity for those of us acustomed to more esoteric thoughts." [i]She smiled at him and raised her journal.[/i] "Something from the Book of Angelus Silesius. 'Man has two eyes. One only sees what moves in fleeting time. The other. What is eternal and divine.'" [i]She grinned at him, even though he wasn't quite so sure where to begin. That kind of thought was still not widely accepted within every school.[/i] "The lecture is going to cover the basics. Since we have people interested in our school for once." [i]She laughed at his look and closed everything up.[/i] "Shall we?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Kaiya Lisestré Age: 26 Relationship to Mr. Takenawa: Ex Wife Appearance: see attatchment, wears pants suit more often than not, blazers, skirts, heels, etc. Personality: Cool and calm, but very easily annoyed. This is known by quite a few people, but she prefers to show everyone a mask of tolerance and serenity. The real Kaiya is an angry woman, wronged by many people, but perhaps she feeled most wronged by her ex husband. Potential Motive for killing Takenawa: Pure spite. Anger perhaps at his marrying another woman after her. Or not giving her enough money when the divorce papers were drawn up.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Rae was about to respond when she heard a sickening crack of bones and tendons. She turned and saw Zharra, twisting her head from side to side and freely rotating her arms back and forth until that pop/crack noise was heard. She raised both hands and dropped down into a basic fighting stance, only to have Zharra leap forward, right leg cocked back, left held close to her body. A flying side kick connected solidly with Rae's forearms and was deflected. Zharra's momentum carried her up and over Rae's head, and behind her. She landed in a crouch and swooped around. Then she grinned and looked up at Rae, who was still feeling the aftershock's of Zharra's knife blade [that'd be her curved foot].[/i] "I thought Bradley asked for the tussle...." "Sure he did, but you can't expect a spar to go as planned. Can you?" [i]Zharra tilted her head up at Rae and grinned happily, raising up into a neutural stance. Bradley turned and watched both of them, appearing to sink into a referee status. Rae and her faced off properly this time, both in their stances.[/i] "I sincerely hope you forgive me for that surprise attack Rae." "No harm done. Yet." [i]The two flashed hellish smiles at one another, then Bradley gave the word, and it was on.[/i][/COLOR]

[quote name='Circéus']Have you read books by Robert Sheckley? His Options and Mindswap books have material that looks a lot like that RPG in the sense of a weird and ever-changing self-controled world .[/quote][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Do the world a favor and try to explain that, because quite frankly, your post did nothing to further this discussion. Instead it made me have a sudden desire to kill you. This RPG isn't about a "self controlled world." It's about time and pursuit. As for un-knotting the string Kane...I'm afraid I, your darling dearest female, is to blame. He and I went into several discussions and I, as he mentioned, have brought to light some of the more contemporary theories of time and space and the "continuity" of them. I brought up the idea of a Mobius school of study, as in the colleges today. I also came up with "The University." For the uninitiated, and I'm seeing quite a few of those...a Mobius Strip is a piece of paper twisted and sealed back together again, an opitcal illusion, and a proof of infinity. If you don't get it, open a book and do some research.[/COLOR]

[font=times][COLOR=darkorchid]Part One: Continuous creation: A respected professor was explaining his theory of the universe. Apparently he was about to launch into a deep discussion covering Stephen Hawking's famous "Brief History Of Time" when a woman interrupts and says she knows better. The world, she declares, is a plate resting on the back of a giant turtle. The lecturer asks what the plate rests on and she replies: ?It?s turtles all the way down!?* This is a symbolic reasoning of Continuous creation and infinite regression. There is no deep and complicated structure, simply turtles into ad infinitum. There is a void and then once you are through the void, you come out onto the next point in time. It is called a ?Closed Loop.? This theory is similar to a Mobius strip. Infinity, in a closed cycle, therefore there is no escape, and there is no backtrack. You simply continue forwards. In this story, the Time Cops would have be able to stop and go back without interrupting the flow of time. Likewise they would have to be able to stop and go forwards and be able to return. Otherwise a Temporal Paradox would ensue. Part Two: Linear Regression is a more hopeless view. Under this, it is easiest to think of the Bible. We are all headed towards imminent destruction and our only hope is to save as many lives as possible before God hits the death switch and we all become little lumps of carbon on a planet that would be better named ?Ground Zero.? We can look back and jump backwards, but we can?t jump forwards. If we do, we?ll be trapped and have to wait for everything to catch up. Of course by then we?ll be dead. Another way to look at Linear Regression would be the reverse. We can jump backwards but not jump forwards. If we do, we instantly age and die. This rather dismal view supports far more realistic views and doesn?t play in too well to the idea of any ?God? and his Power. It shows us as rather weak and pathetic sorts, but it also compensates for Temporal Paradox. ?Nature struggles to reassert the pattern that was meant to be.? For this to work, we would have to overcome Nature itself.[/COLOR][/font] *The book is entitled: "The Mind Of God; The Scientific Basis for a rational world." by Paul Davies. It's a pain in the *** unless you're also a scientist that has a degree in metaphysical ********. I survived on wit alone.

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Perhaps, like I mentioned briefly in my signup, there should be a secure location to instruct these Temporal Police. Of course, if you agree, I'll have to change the university to a Training Facility. It too, would be removed of time, but that would require something to stop Temporal Paradox. Since the Temporal Paradox would stop it from existing. Or...have we thrown out all the rules? I just studied this in my Humanities class and in a "Mind Of God" physics book... The ideas for time include Continuous Creation and Linear Regression. Which rules apply?[/COLOR]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=2][COLOR=darkorchid][b]Name[/b]: Vera Leisteré [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Appearance[/b]: [IMG]http://neuvoxraiha.250free.com/Mystuff/Tere4.jpg[/IMG] [b]Bio[/b]: "My body is my mind and my mind is my body for there is no conundrum between the mind and the body. Separate the two, and they will be joined together again. Try to stop them from being one, and the screams will be shattering." Vera lives in her head as easily as she lives in her body. As you can see, she's from a suburban home, and at one point, she was bent on living an utterly normal life. Unfortunately, the backyard you see in the picture is gone, the concrete beneath her feet has been shattered, and by her own hands, she tore down the wooden fences and set them on fire. Better to destroy her timeline and escape then let it simply be erased. Such is her way of thinking. The alterations in time were instantly compensated for by her mind, and her body was quick to follow. Somehow her body made the jump from her present to the new present. She has been instructed in the University on the methods of time, the ways to gaze upon it and through it, and for her, it has concluded that time is a parabola. It stretch back, curve here, and stretch forward. The points however, should not be marked up and marked down and switched. They all have their place, and Vera Leisteré will not tolerate any aberrations within the parabola of time. The Temporal Police recruiter found her standing in a simulation of her home, and staring up at a sky that no longer exists. The officer extended his best wishes to her and asked her to join their team. She looked over her shoulder and agreed. With that she was trained, or trained as far as they could. But she was already prepared. She isn't aware of the extent of her abilities, or how far time can be stretched, but she is aware that to prevent her own land from disappearing, she will have to exercise her mind and her body and indeed, her spirit, before she can return to that "normalcy" that once was. At the University, she's hailed as one of the most inovative thinkers in the Mobius School. But that branch of study is still viewed as a bizarre and ultimately esoteric field. Within the Time Cop force, she is not well known. She prefers it that way. Slide in, make the alterations, and slide out. Most who see her vaguely recall a swish of a black skirt, a brief flash of mocha colored skin, but then nothing at all. That is the way they've instructed her to operate, although they all know she is capable of so much more. Very few have witnessed her in full glory, but all who have are aware that when she so chooses, she can shatter minds as easily as a bullet shatters glass.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]She rose off of him while jerking his pants off in one fluid motion. Then, quite calmly, she began to remove her suit. As it dropped to the floor delicately, he watched her unsnap her bra from the front and slide her thong down her thighs, only to be dropped on the pile of clothing. She smiled at him and crawled back to where she had been originally. Only this time, her naked body was rubbing against his. He looked at her through half closed eyes. Avlen's were closed completely, offering him a lovely view of the delicate veins running over her eyelids, the soft curving of her eyelashes, and the smooth lines of her eyebrows. With both his hands he reached up to caress her cheeks. Then both lashes parted and he found himself staring into the golden pools of light that were her eyes.[/i] "Yes?" "It's nothing." [i]Avlen smiled at this and leaned down to slowly kiss his lips. Then she nibbled down to his throat and neck, elliciting a moan from her Captain. Both of her hands expertly explored his chest, sensitive fingertips trailing over his nipples, and brushing over his rib cage. He shuddered when she lightly nipped his hips with her fingernails, then called up every ounce of self control when her palm made contact with his erection.[/i] "Saluting your Communications Specialist?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"....poor Captain." [i]"He looks like he could use some comfort. Don't you think....?" She smiled and changed her clothing into a more suitable uniform. But again, no shoes. It was something she'd always insisted on, and as a communications specialist, away from the thick of things, she had never needed them. Instead, she sat quietly and filled out forms and files for others and made no waves. "But how shall we comfort him? .......how indeed." The captain was just coming out of the shower when he heard a small beep. It signified someone at the entrance to his quarters, waiting for permission to enter. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the door. Avlen was standing there, leaning against the doorjamb, her arms loosely crossed over her breasts. He blinked, as if to clear his vision. It wasn't quite as he'd imagined. She was wearing a simple uniform, with a light shirt over the skin tight spandex underneath. He stod to one side and she walked in quietly. He gestured and she sat down on his bed. She supported herself with her hands and arched her back slightly. He averted his gaze and pulled on a shirt.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]*snork* Provided you put it into enough layman terms, I'm sure we'll all understand it.....but why would a Philosophy class for a third year student have a patronizing explination of Paradise Lost?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]The only problem I can see with you bringing in Milton's Paradise Lost would be the percentage of people here that haven't read it. 98.666% to be precise. I mean, I'VE read it. And I'm sure you've read it, Siren, but I highly doubt anyone else has. Except maybe Ben and Lady Asphy and perhaps James. But even that's a stretch. I can certainly see you take any class to a whole new level with Shawn the hot guy. ....maybe a little metaphysics for the people......[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]There should be sex. And his username should be ShawnF69. The sad thing is, I've done that sort of meeting by the computers before, only I'm a freshman, my arm never goes limp, and I'm far more likely to forget my name than my major. But only if you're cute. Your mother says you should go to bed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I'm thinking....when the Trojans were marched upon by Agamemnon and Menalaeus and all those other Achean nutcases. Meanwhile Achillies is sitting there like "wtf mates?" And the reference to alabaster keeps me thinking of Hera of the White Arms, as refered to in the Iliad translation by Mr. Fitzgerald.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen exited the room silently, she had crossed her arms across her chest and looked very calm, quite unlike a woman flying towards what would certainly be her demise and the demise of everyone else. She headed towards her room, as if on automatic pilot. If she crossed people in the hall, she did not look up, merely straight ahead. It was like she had become an android. There was no backwards motion, no confusion, no expression on her face. It was like the gel pods had drained both the fluid and the independent thought from Avlen's person. When the doors hissed behind her, also on automatic pilot, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and shivered and sighed. It was cold. But she liked it that way. "...who is Avey anyway?" She crashed onto the bed, this time falling face forward, spread eagled, definetly not an android anymore. She grasped the pillows to her chest, hugging them tightly, as if she could break them apart or pull them into her self, then she curled her legs up to her chest and yanked the duvey over her head. The fact that she was still wearing what she'd worn earlier didn't bother her. She wasn't wearing heavy boots, as a matter of fact, she was still barefoot. With her face mashed into the mattress, she moaned, relieving the exhaustion that had been buildling on her. The strain from staying alone for so long. And as soon as she closed her eyes, sleep washed over her in one long continuous wave.[/i][/COLOR] [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] [COLOR=Plum][i]Ana exited the room silently. She was very tired, like the Captain had said. Somehow, all that hibernation, all that restful nonsense, all that continual nothing, did nothing for her. Rather, she felt like she'd been awake for years. The exhaustion was palpable on her face. Anyone passing her in the hall could see it. And it was not pretty. It gave her a gray pallor, a sense of being old and used up. She entered her room the way she'd left the mess hall. Unnoticed except by the internal sensors. Once safely in her room, she began to undress. She pulled the fabric of her shirt above her head and dropped it in the hamper. Then she undid her pants and felt the fabric slither down her thighs and calves. With one hand she expertly undid her bra and then pushed off her panties. The clothes collected of themselves, and she turned to the shower. Some like it hot. Some like it cold. Some like it in the ass, nine days old. She punched the button for a 90 degree shower and stepped in, closing her eyes and leaning against the wall, elbows bent up for her forehead to rest on. So tired. So empty. So...nothing. Not even fear.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen crept in silently, followed by Ana in quick succession. The two women sat down silently at the table and looked up at Allen. Avlen did not sigh, but she was feeling a bit off color. Seeing other people this close to her bothered her. She felt like curling up inside herself and not leaving. With a horrified feeling, she realized the doctor was looking right at her. Avlen didn't move, feeling that if she did, she'd instnatly regret it. .....her jaw locked slightly, and she attempted to relax.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][center]The Long Shinning Broken angel and curious demon ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] So. An earth angel from Bliss with twisted wings and a soulful tempermant meets an atypical demon from the Nightmare Realm. What a strikingly "different" concept. Your goal as one or the other is to find the reason for the angel's broken body and the reason for the demon's lack of virulent rage. Having said that, obviously this will be a mostly Duo RPG. Only one person will be accepted for the second role. You can chose either the angel or the demon, but once you do, there is absolutely no turning back. If you don't want that much responsibility, you can show up now and again as one of these other characters but you won't have too much to do but introduce plot points and the like. Other various and not main characters include the demonic host, the heavenly host, the random humans, godlike creatures, nymph like goddesses, and a slew of bizarre and twisted beasts. This is where you can go a bit over the top and scare me. But remember, you are not a main character. And I'll pm you when your time has come. There is definitely more plot, but it wouldn't do to give it all away here and now. That'd be too predictable. So instead, you'll have to make do with deciding on whether to be crippled in body or unnatural in mind. What a pickle. When you sign up I'll expect to see a full battery of your attributes, skills, and a name as well. Something like this perhaps; [b]Name[/b]: Joe Billy Bob is not going to cut it. I want weird and male. Yes, I will be female and you must be male. Well, if you want to be lesbian that's alright....especially if you're not going for the second role as angel or demon... [b]Age[/b]: Not really important unless your being the atypical demon has to do with being either very young or incredibly ancient [b]Race[/b]: Pick one or the other and absolutely none of this half this or that nonsense. This applies to everyone. [b]Skills[/b]: This is where you "wow" me with your sheer creativity and have one specialty [b]Appearance[/b]: Pictures are encouraged [b]Temper[/b]: Sadism/Masochism/Sarcasm....etc, are all fine. Those are things both angels and demons can have. And if you weren't a sadist that rating up there wouldn't do very much now would it? And a sidenote: The Long Shinning, once a reference to a hidden island, now means the strip of light between heaven and earth. It'll be important later.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]A tiny little baby, no more than 8 months old stared up through her curled fingers. Her thick brown hair covered her head and shoulders like a mop, and her small eyes tilted upwards at the corners. She rolled onto her stomach and gurgled happily. She could see her mother close by. So why be unhappy? Mother. Solace. Warmth. Absolute comfort. She let out a little mewl and held up her hands to her mother. The woman leaned down and picked up the chortling litle girl and cuddled her close to her chest. Large white hands with long fingers smoothed down the fluffy auburn hair and a gentle voice sang a wordless song. The melody imprinted itself on the girl's mind. Elizabeth Dominae would leave her mark on her child, however small.[/i] "Good bye Venea Mercolubra. Your father will find you now." [i]Then she stood and walked her child to the bank of the river and looked up at the vaulting trees. She shivered slightly and felt her poisoned blade shift on its spine sheath. Then she held her child to her chest one more time, and then placed her down on the moss covered bank. Clad in a simple tunic, and clutching a ring in her hand, the little girl kicked her feet and looked up at her mother wonderingly? Was this a new game? She loved games! Then she began to worry. Her mother was walking away. ......nooooo? Yes? Was this still part of the game? No. Mother was gone. Venea did not cry. But she began to crawl into the forest. She wasn't able to see her mother anymore. Her young eyesight did not permit it. That and even if she had had her true eyesight, it would have done no good. Elizabeth Dominae, the pride of the Tristae witch clan, had gone to earth. Her only solace in abandoning her baby girl was the knowledge that no vampyre would consume her flesh, and all werewolves would recognize her as their kynn. The witchblood made her very being poison to them, and the blood charm worked into the ring Venea would not let go, were more protection than all the charms that could be placed on any baby of any race. Venea sat up in the forest and rubbed her eyes. Sunlight, but not too much left. She yawned hugely and curled up by one of the biggest trees she could find. Soon, she slept.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Anne is my lesbian lover, Juu and I had a passionate love afair in San Francisco but couldn't marry due to laws.... BabyGirl and I were ...er.....sisters. Blood sisters here were, and probably are Siren [she was called Siren before Alex took over her user name], Ravenstorture, and one other girl whose name eludes me. Sweetreyes is my roommate and lover. And I've lost count of how many males I slept with before I got married to my darling hubby Kane. I think my adopted son is also Siren, which would make me somehow illegitemately hooked up with Drix, but I always counted Drix as more of a one night stand sort of guy anyway..... Nevermind. Charles and I were almost married but he wouldn't divorce his current wife, whom I can easily detest. And a few other males would have had me, but I am saddly unattainable unless you promise me what Kane promised me. 9 inches. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen watched the two kiss from one of the control pannels and hissed to herself. Stupid....... ....wait a second. Why was she bothered by who Van kissed? She hardly knew him. And- She turned away from the screen, decativating it by sweeping her hand over the console once. Then she turned and sat down heavily, looking slightly glazed. Sure it had been a rough day, and she wasnt' feeling good about herself. Maybe she'd gone on too long without someone to caress herself. Or....someone for her to caress. Like- she had no idea. Not like she'd ever been married or ever been in a positive serious relationship. More the quick burning passion kind. And that had taught her enough.[/i] "Spread your legs, close your eyes, and think of England." [i]Too much maybe. Avlen closed her mouth, realizing it had been open during her sudden yet breif revelrie. She shook herself and dragged her eyes back to the present. The file on her desk was open. She picked it up and stared at it absently, feigning scholarly absorption. In truth, her eyes weren't even focusing. What sort of lover would Van turn out to be? Probably not the good kind. At least if he was taking a Neurosine vial....there was something definetly wrong with him. Then again, she was the syntheste that refused to be medicated and taken under any sort of study. Ugh, why was she even thinking these things? Like he'd notice the invisible communications specialist. Nobody seemed to on this ship.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Ana stumbled out of the pod, ripping off her ruined underclothes and practically diving into the shower. Under the ice cold blast from the showerhead, she scrubbed herself vigorously, using soap as liberally as she felt necessary until all traces of gel were removed. Then she turned and snapped a towel off the shelves and wrapped herself up. Without a backwards glance, she marched straight to her quarters and fell backwards onto the bed. All she wanted was sleep. And a natural sleep. None of this hibernation in sterile disgusting enviornment crap either. She almost closed her eyelids when she heard the announcement come through.[/i] "...tell everyone else to meet back in the briefing room in about an hour." [i].....a debreifing. Ugh. She rolled her good eye and crawled closer to the pillow. She hugged one to her chest, wishing she could simply drop off and not come back. Then, reality sunk in and she headed for the closet, drawing on her uniform and grabbing her papers. So much for relaxation.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]On her way to the debriefing room, she heard voices. Pleasant joking voices. She shivered to herself and continued walking. Voices were common. With a delicate smile she passed two SEALs on the way to the Mess Hall. Both gave her an odd look, and she returned it. Her hips rotated slightly under her tread, and she felt a tingling sensation sparkle down her spine. She shook and let it go. Then, she opened the door to the debreifing room and sat down in one of the chairs. Her breifcase landed on the table and she removed her earpiece with one hand. With a perfect flip of her fingers she pressed it into her ear and let her hair fall back over it. .......just like usual. Spacial reverberations, echos, humming, nodding, static. But not too much static. She walked to a nearby console and pressed the pannel. Instantly, several displays lit up. She watched them them a jaundiced eye and pressed the most interesting. Deimos maps. Cycles, various outposts. Structures, population counts. She peered closer until she could almost see her reflection in the glowing screen. Quickly, she stepped back and shut her eyes. No more of that. Not now, not after she had spent so much time in rest.[/i] "Avey."[/COLOR]