Thank you, Cira...

[Marakai Al'Orren]

The following note is found attached to a very large box of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and chocolate frosted cupcakes, on Cira's desk:

Dear @[member="Cira"],

Thank you for the old OP dress uniform. It's perfect.

Love,
Marakai

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

 

[Cira]

@[member="Marakai Al'Orren"]

Somewhere, on a distant planet, within the shelter of a very private orbital station abode, lay the voluptuous figure of one former Lady Protector. Idly, a hand lightly reached out for the note, as she in all her glory, curiously eyed the box on her desk.

Alone, Cira read the note, only to give a half smirk.

Reaching over to the container of ice, the Shi'ido smugly enjoyed the cool sensation as it trailed up her throat.

Ahh, it was a good day to tan indeed.

 

[Lilicky]

The little Ropo had found its way onto the station. Never underestimate his power to search out baked goods.

As he turned the corner to see the box sitting on the desk, his eyes fell upon @[member="Cira"]

He then promptly fell over his tongue after her little escapade with the ice.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge wasn't sure if he should enjoy the torment or not.

 

[Marakai Al'Orren]

Why not enjoy it?

Hell, I am.

 

[Sprockette]

>_>...

 

[Not Ordo]

*stares* I need a smoke and some waffles....