Regardless of their varying ideas about who or what brought about the sensation of sleep, the Daughters of Decadence did not excel at it. Charlie certainly hadn?t been getting any and PJ needed to self-medicate. Rena might have had a shot at a good night?s sleep if it weren?t for all the death and destruction raining outside of her Old Temple district.
And what of the Legislator? Koy never slept much in general; with Matt gone she found it all but impossible. How the elf kept on going was anyone?s guess as her main diet currently consisted of booze and the occasional meal when she would eventually remember that she needed to eat.
Some people wished for more hours to their day. Koy needed to invent new ways to spend the time, preferably mindless ones where she could completely disengage from reality. Although she needed to finish pulling together her fall line for Millie & Mallie?s Department Store, even the Heavenly Boutique did not fill up her schedule.
The hardest time to stay occupied came late at night. When her friends would take off, Koy often retreated back to Matt?s office in the Outback. Rena continuously invited her to stay at the Temple and while Koy appreciated the offer, she did not feel right about leaving the two places that meant so much to Matt?their house being the other one. She wanted to make sure he had no trouble finding her when...yes, when...he returned.
Stowed away in the office, Koy sat at the Colonel?s desk. The sound of the Terran Confederation News Network?s round-the-clock coverage droned on from the small radio on the shelf.
Any of Matt?s pertinent paperwork had been cleared away, not by Koy but by Kheldar. He tried to be subtle about taking care of the Outback?s business, especially those issues Matt had planned on being back to handle himself. Koy did not comment on Matt?s uncluttered inbox, though she felt grateful for Kheld?s discretion.
Koy sprawled her newest after-hours undertaking out on the clean desktop. Colored pencils, glue sticks, and a plethora of what she considered DoD memorabilia covered the polished surface. Sitting back in Matt?s chair, Koy finished stitching her homemade logo onto the pure white fabric in her hands. She then fit the fabric over the cover of the large blank book she had purchased in the Marketplace earlier in the day.
Koy admired her handiwork. She thought the color choices ? black writing on white ? classic. It looked deceptively simple with her neat back stitches and white traditionally leant itself to portraying innocence. The women who would be documented within the book?s pages were neither simple nor innocent. The contradiction pleased her to no end.
After she put her initial gathering of items and drawings together in the book, Koy would share it with the other Daughters as an ongoing tribute to their decadent ways. They would leave it in the Den (once they had a Den), to be added onto whenever they felt like it.
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And what of the Legislator? Koy never slept much in general; with Matt gone she found it all but impossible. How the elf kept on going was anyone?s guess as her main diet currently consisted of booze and the occasional meal when she would eventually remember that she needed to eat.
Some people wished for more hours to their day. Koy needed to invent new ways to spend the time, preferably mindless ones where she could completely disengage from reality. Although she needed to finish pulling together her fall line for Millie & Mallie?s Department Store, even the Heavenly Boutique did not fill up her schedule.
The hardest time to stay occupied came late at night. When her friends would take off, Koy often retreated back to Matt?s office in the Outback. Rena continuously invited her to stay at the Temple and while Koy appreciated the offer, she did not feel right about leaving the two places that meant so much to Matt?their house being the other one. She wanted to make sure he had no trouble finding her when...yes, when...he returned.
Stowed away in the office, Koy sat at the Colonel?s desk. The sound of the Terran Confederation News Network?s round-the-clock coverage droned on from the small radio on the shelf.
Any of Matt?s pertinent paperwork had been cleared away, not by Koy but by Kheldar. He tried to be subtle about taking care of the Outback?s business, especially those issues Matt had planned on being back to handle himself. Koy did not comment on Matt?s uncluttered inbox, though she felt grateful for Kheld?s discretion.
Koy sprawled her newest after-hours undertaking out on the clean desktop. Colored pencils, glue sticks, and a plethora of what she considered DoD memorabilia covered the polished surface. Sitting back in Matt?s chair, Koy finished stitching her homemade logo onto the pure white fabric in her hands. She then fit the fabric over the cover of the large blank book she had purchased in the Marketplace earlier in the day.
Koy admired her handiwork. She thought the color choices ? black writing on white ? classic. It looked deceptively simple with her neat back stitches and white traditionally leant itself to portraying innocence. The women who would be documented within the book?s pages were neither simple nor innocent. The contradiction pleased her to no end.
After she put her initial gathering of items and drawings together in the book, Koy would share it with the other Daughters as an ongoing tribute to their decadent ways. They would leave it in the Den (once they had a Den), to be added onto whenever they felt like it.
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k247/kazabelle/DoDLogo.jpg