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Niraia
Seekers of a Silent Paradise
Posted - 2011.06.19 00:35:00 - [271]
 

Originally by: Xercodo
Originally by: Dream Br3aker
Noone fears the strike of a kitten


though the tiny scratches might itch a bit

and Niraia, of course she knew nothing about you, you hardly said a damned thing...
you could have initiated some of your own conversations....


I didn't see you talking much either.

I could have initiated conversation, but I chose not to. As I mentioned in my defense, upon being voted, I tend not to talk for the sake of talking.

Still, not one participant initiated conversation with me during the course of the event. They seemed too busy drinking and shooting each other. Not my idea of New Eden's finest, but I suppose it is a Sabik contest.

Lord Wamphyri
Amarr
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.19 01:18:00 - [272]
 

Lord Wamphyri enters the bedroom with David. Slightly uneasy on his feet, he sits down with a thud on the edge of the bed.

David, still concerned, studies Wamps' face. "You need rest. Whatever happened in that confession room really knocked the wind from your sails. I've never seen you like this!". Wamps gives David a wan smile. "I'm fine. Honestly, just a little tired.. why don't you go shower while I update my IGS feed?".

David frowns, then heads to the shower. After a moment Wamps hears the water running, and David singing to himself - an ancient song by some long dead woman, Kylie Minogue. Allowing himself a wry smile, he takes out his IGS terminal and logs onto the feed.


I had to leave early tonight.. I tried the confession room but I didn't realise just how much it would affect me. David looks at me with those knowing eyes of his - those beautiful eyes - and knows something's amiss. But I can never repeat what happened in there. I feel drained, emotionally and physically.

Before I finish my entry, some thoughts on tonight.. A pleasant enough evening, with most people engrossed in the Alliance tournament when I arrived. I did manage to catch Mr Bross and offer my apology - which he accepted. I also observed Punx Evangeline demonstrating some very interesting activities involving barbed wire. It caught Davids eye too, and I could almost see the ideas popping into his head.

I'm sure David had fun flirting with Darveses, and from what I could see the fun was mutual. Until I ruined it when I emerged from the confession room. Bless him, David does care so much for me, I just hope I can live up to his expectations.

Lord Wamphyri pauses, as if lost in thought, then signs off from his terminal. Looking towards the shower room he can still hear the water running, and David singing something called 'Loco-motion'. Smiling, he moves towards the shower, removing his clothes as he walks. "Maybe not completely drained physically" he thinks to himself, allowing a grin to play across his lips as he climbs in. David turns to face him, smiling softly.

Norrin Ellis
Venture Racing
Posted - 2011.06.19 01:47:00 - [273]
 

Originally by: Revan Neferis

Eliminations tonight started at 22:30 as announced.

Dr Pitkanen

Rockafella

Alpine 69

Niraia


It seems my crystal ball must be broken tonight, as one of these cost me a small wager with a friend. I do love a good surprise, though. Such twists keep the spectators watching.

Good luck to those who remain!

Claudia Vivienne
Caldari
Posted - 2011.06.19 02:14:00 - [274]
 

Edited by: Claudia Vivienne on 19/06/2011 02:19:56


After that unexpected and absolutely intense experience in the chamber which I had to face my biggest regret and reason of suffering during my life since my early childhood,I feel much relieved and lightened up by being able to see how the things had happened from a third perspective by your accompany and help,Sovereign...

I am as well shocked by your being able to see the future that you knew I will have to strip my soul to face my truth soon like it has already happened in the chamber exactly as you published in one of your messages in the IGS thread days before today.It was just the most amazing moment that I felt breatheless,when I remembered the comment....

I personally am glad to see the light and the beauty that I tried to push down to the depths of my soul for years by senseless and useless efforts have finally revealed by facing my own fear and glad to reach the reasons and the purpose that lies beneath...

Now I can see better than before that this is not a contest or an event at all and things will never be the same for me from now on....Gladly....Wink

Claudia

Revan Neferis
Amarr
Propaganda Due
Posted - 2011.06.19 02:31:00 - [275]
 

Confession Room
Results 18th - Resort Day II


Due to time reasons we will close the Confession room for tonight, and re-open tomorrow, following the order of today's requests.

As a single note, I'd like to congratulate those who steped forward to share this intense experience with me. I'm absolutely sure that each one of you have left the room with a memorable experience that perhaps have touched you for life.

With no more, Id like to add the results of the Confession room regarding points. Reminding all that this is tonight's points only, nothing else.
For full view of all your points and all candidates in the pool, please access the candidates list.

With no more, tonights results goes as follow:

Dream Br3aker
5 Points
Total networth atm: 94,339,622.64 ISK

Nausea
10 points
Total Networth atm: 188,679,245.28 ISK

Lord Wamphyri
8 Points
Total networth atm: 188,679,245.28 ISK

Claudia Vivienne
1 point -
Total networth atm: 207,547,169.81 ISK

Fort
5 points
Total networth atm: 94,339,622.64 ISK



Revan Neferis
Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign
Sani Sabik



Qansh
Gallente
Triskelion Ouroboros
Posted - 2011.06.19 02:41:00 - [276]
 

Originally by: Claudia Vivienne
Edited by: Claudia Vivienne on 19/06/2011 02:19:56

After that unexpected and absolutely intense experience in the chamber...

I am always pleased and impressed to hear of your awakenings, as much (or more so) a reflection on the Sovereign as it is upon you, and wish sometimes that I could only feel half as much.

My apologies to the hosts for missing the event today. I did want to be there, though perhaps, given the apparent power of the confessional, I should not be so quick to feel deprived. I look forward to reading the transcript.

Best to all.

Jason Galente
Gallente
mishima ryu
Posted - 2011.06.19 03:17:00 - [277]
 

Originally by: Xercodo


you hardly said a damned thing...
you could have initiated some of your own conversations....


Though I don't want to get involved in this little spat here, I was disappointed to not learn more about you Niraia... Xercodo does have a point here, you were a bit passive in your approach. I need to talk less... you need to talk more Cool


Xercodo
Amarr
Xovoni Directorate
Posted - 2011.06.19 03:23:00 - [278]
 

Originally by: Jason Galente
I need to talk less...




I'm sure some people will be happy knowing that you acknowledge this

Anslo
Disciples of Night
Dominion of Darkness
Posted - 2011.06.19 04:25:00 - [279]
 

Originally by: Niraia
Originally by: Xercodo
Originally by: Dream Br3aker
Noone fears the strike of a kitten


though the tiny scratches might itch a bit

and Niraia, of course she knew nothing about you, you hardly said a damned thing...
you could have initiated some of your own conversations....


I didn't see you talking much either.

I could have initiated conversation, but I chose not to. As I mentioned in my defense, upon being voted, I tend not to talk for the sake of talking.

Still, not one participant initiated conversation with me during the course of the event. They seemed too busy drinking and shooting each other. Not my idea of New Eden's finest, but I suppose it is a Sabik contest.


I use to dislike you. I've changed my mind.

Jason Galente
Gallente
mishima ryu
Posted - 2011.06.19 05:58:00 - [280]
 

Originally by: Anslo
Originally by: Niraia
Originally by: Xercodo
Originally by: Dream Br3aker
Noone fears the strike of a kitten


though the tiny scratches might itch a bit

and Niraia, of course she knew nothing about you, you hardly said a damned thing...
you could have initiated some of your own conversations....


I didn't see you talking much either.

I could have initiated conversation, but I chose not to. As I mentioned in my defense, upon being voted, I tend not to talk for the sake of talking.

Still, not one participant initiated conversation with me during the course of the event. They seemed too busy drinking and shooting each other. Not my idea of New Eden's finest, but I suppose it is a Sabik contest.


I use to dislike you. I've changed my mind.


*eyes the familiar face on his NeoPad, laying on his couch and watching some ridiculously cheesy late night Gallentean soap and yawning* Well there's a sight for sore eyes..... *activates his pad's camera and waves, dropping it for a moment to shoo away the creepy camera drone from his balcony before returning* How've you been since you left, Anslo? Haven't seen you since that brief debacle at the Razor's Edge... *turns around, exposing the entirety of the room to the camera, then turning it back towards his face, smiling* You don't know what you're missing. Well New Eden, I think I'm going to call it a night. *the feed is cut*




Nausea
Veto.
Veto Corp
Posted - 2011.06.19 10:02:00 - [281]
 

Leaning back against the wall, Nausea sits on her bed gazing out of the window, watching the sun come up.

After a while, she reaches for her data-pad thoughtfully, keying into the IGS feed.


So... day two is over. For a 'rest' day it proved quite the opposite. Quite a few things learnt, (such as Michael Bross turning out to be quite the chef. Would not have picked him for the type initially...), the Alliance Tournament turning out a mixed bag of matches, and the usual back and forth between people i'd come to expect up till this point.

Then I decided to push my curiosity.

Apparently that in and of itself attracted the curiosity of others. Even amongst my own experiences that would have to be 'unique'.

So I pushed it a second time...

That one is going to take some...thinking on for while. I admit to having some expectations - given the name involved, who wouldn't? - but not quite what happened.

It certainly hasn't helped me get to sleep for any length of time. Hmm. I wonder if Michael has any more of that coffee. I think i'm going to be needing it today...

Nausea kills the feed, placing the datapad off to one side and rubbing her temples, still gazing out of the window.



David Estarra
Caldari
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.19 10:25:00 - [282]
 

Edited by: David Estarra on 19/06/2011 10:28:06
David Estarra wakes with a start. Momentarily confused, he blinks rapidly as his eyes adjust to the gloom before he remembers where he is. Turning his head he looks at Lord Wamphyri's sleeping face. After a restless night he finally seems to be sleeping soundly, so David climbs quietly out of bed. Padding across the wooden floor silently in his bare feet, he quietly opens the balcony door and steps through, drawing it closed behind him. He pauses a moment, taking in the view of the resort in the light of the early morning as he contemplates the events of the previous night; a gentle warm breeze caresses his naked figure, causing the hairs on the back of his arms to stand up.

Smiling to himself, he leans on the balcony and takes out his hand terminal. Logging in, he makes an entry.


Last night was pretty intense, and I had a great time. I saw some pretty wild stuff going on.. I'll never look at barbed wire in the same way again! I didn't bump into Qansh though, I hope I haven't scared him off.

I noticed Wamp deep in conversation with Koronakesh at one point although I couldn't hear what they were talking about. To be honest I wasn't paying a huge amount of attention, due to a certain distraction going by the name of Darveses... David pauses, his face breaking into a broad grin before continuing. now that is one helluva guy! I hope I stay in this competition long enough to spend a bit more time with him...

Lady Neferis announced some more eliminations, some quite surprising. I'm amazed at her skill in focusing the attention of those around her when she speaks, but then she is the sovereign after all. I admire her commanding presence a great deal.

I saw Wamp go into the confession room with the sovereign. He was gone for a while but when he returned.. I've never seen him looking so haggard! I don't know what went on in there - and I'm not sure I want to know - but it affected him greatly. I thought it might be a good idea to take him back to our room and let him sleep it off. He's been tossing and turning all night and has hardly slept. At one point I woke up to find him just staring at me; his pale blue eyes looked so empty, but what really amazed me was that I saw a tear on his cheek.. a tear, of all things! In all the time I've known him I can honestly say I've never seen him cry. Never.

David stops, thinking for a few minutes before signing off the IGS feed and quietly closes his terminal. Looking back into the room he watches Wamp still sleeping for a while. "I'll let him sleep" he murmurs softly to himself, before turning back to look at the view. He clasps his hands and gazes off into the distance, lost in thought.

Revan Neferis
Amarr
Propaganda Due
Posted - 2011.06.19 13:23:00 - [283]
 

Resort Day III, early morning
Private Quarters


An elegant bouquet of deep-dark red roses rests on the Revan's desk, together with a message:

From: unnamed wonderer
To: Revan Neferis,

hello, i have received instruction to deliver this by a third party to you. please find it enclosed and delivered as specified.

the sender wishes to remain anonymous.

Instructions to the messenger:

"roll up the stationary in a scroll and tie it with a satin ribbon. Place it on her desk before she gets there."

The note:

Revan, please know that I'm overwhelmed everyday by your presence. I do not mean to be rude or intrusive. I only wish to pay you a compliment and thought you should know that you lighten up someone's day...everyday.

letter end.



The Sovereign smiles lightly to the note before looking back at the Reporter. "We may proceed."

The reporter smiles back, taking his usual seat and preparing the equipment, his eyes following the servant carrying away the flowers. "An admirer Lady Neferis?"

"Perhaps"

"You must have many"

"As many as enemies. Meeting me is a love or hate situation, I like to keep an equilibrium."

"Do you care for them?" He asks.

Her eyes ocean blue and cold sparkling from the darkness of the shadows, and the figure of the woman became visible with restless stirring. "My enemies? yes, they are good for business." The voice was clear, proud, but hauntingly quiet.

The reporter shifted uncomfortably in his chair at this. "What about the Admirers? Some would doubt that you are capable of love, Sovereign."

The woman seemed to take no notice of the question at first but that quickly changed as he watched as her eyes became distant.
People knew about the Sovereign's eccentric moods and sudden change of mind. He could see the slip of tongue and held his breath as a variety of options crossed her face. She settled on one and forced herself to relax, her eyes turning to a soft crystalline gaze piercing his soul as she replied quietly, her voice emotionless:

"Some wouldn't."

Her eyes appearing to shift color at each subtle changes of light inside the exotic VR office and he saw as it changed again from elegant royal blue to glacier. The room grew still with a freezing silence, not even the flames of the occasional candle moved.

"Shall we continue?" He said nervously.

The Sovereign considered him for a moment before speaking. "Yes, lets."

"So, about the Top Model Season II, can you already spot a possible Winner?"

She eyed the chalice of Zydrine Wine in her hand, noting almost absently its deep rich color and alluring scent. The question drawing her attention away from the drink that waited. "Only two days inside the Resort we managed to reduce the candidates from 30 to 21. In a few days time I intend to reduce this number even more so I'll be able to concentrate on those who really have a chance to be the Sani Sabik Model I want."

"Any hints on who they might be?"

Revan said not a word at first, instead she lifted up the chalice to her lips taking a long moment to savour the Wine. When the reporter considered the question as lost, she turned her attention to him again:

"Yes a few. Dream Br3aker is a very strong candidate. Sensual, feline, smells seduction in a submissive and sensual yet ferocious kind of character. Definitely someone I can see portraying the Sani Sabik Top model title. Then we have Nausea who is delicate yet dangerous, daring and passionate, enchanting woman really, another potential winner."

Revan Neferis
Amarr
Propaganda Due
Posted - 2011.06.19 13:26:00 - [284]
 

Edited by: Revan Neferis on 19/06/2011 14:19:18


The reporter tries to take notes the best he can as she proceeds: "Claudia Vivienne, oh so fragile and alluring. She expresses that hint of innocence in her eyes, like a delicious victim calling the predator to its lair and surrendering to it for blissfully release. Can she be Sani Sabik Next Top Model? Time will tell."

The reporter pauses, a smile on his face "The way you speak about your candidates, can we expect a new bombardment at the resort happening soon? Ms. Constantine didn't react very well to a simple tango dance last season, rumors are starting to spread..."

The Sovereign reaches for one of her cigarettes, taking her time to ponder the question carefully "Unpredictable. It's all I can say on the matter. Now back at the candidates..." She pauses meeting his eyes making sure he understands the subject dies there.

"As I was saying" she proceeds calmly " We also have Fort, a man driven by nothing but hatred and vengeance which has kept him focused in the competition. A candidate who is aggressive, a blend of sexy violence with purpose. Most fitting to a Sani Sabik Model too. I could speak about many others, Michael, Morwen, Seriphyn...etc. each of the candidates who have made this far holds their own merits to be there. At the end it will rest on who will be the most daring to use their best abilities to win."

She lights her cigarette holding between her lips and nods at Nidia, her security who makes a simple gesture pointing the time to re-open the resort, the reporter understands that the time for the interview is over.

"One last question Sovereign, if you don't mind. There has been rumors of recent wars and assassinations happening to some alliances and candidates..."

She stops in front of the mirror adjusting her tie and checking details of her immaculate black business suit answering casually "Yes, Concord assigned wars indeed. Assassination contracts too. Tears, Pain, revolt, hatred, sex, love, fame, scandals, romance, broken hearts, emotears, passion... ships exploding, crews dying. Joy." She pauses a moment " Wars.. did I mention wars? Just another day in Paradise."

Nidia approaches touching her shoulder, she nods at the reporter "Welcome to EVE's Next Top Model Season II. Enjoy your time with us gentleman"

She leaves without another word, all the reporter can hear is the resonate tapping of her high heels echoing beyond and in front of her as her slender frame is illuminated and darkened by crimson lights reflected.

Revan Neferis
Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign
Sani Sabik

Michael Bross
Minmatar
Masuat'aa Matari
Ushra'Khan
Posted - 2011.06.19 14:02:00 - [285]
 

Edited by: Michael Bross on 19/06/2011 14:02:41
*The video begins showing the large Brutor sitting cross legged on the edge of his bed. Looking sublimely passive for a man his size, he smiles happily at the camera.*

'Good morning New Eden...'

'By the gods yesterday was quite interesting. Not so much for who was eliminated. Frankly such chaff as they wouldn't have lasted anyway. More for certain revelations and insights into Lady Neferis.'

*The Brutor smiles broadly at the camera now.*

'No, New Eden, I am not going to tell you what those were. Unless of course; the money is right.'

'But on a more serious note. Such revelations could prove useful in the course of this event. In hind sight many have already done so.'

*The Brutor shows his teeth in a feral grin, his blank eyes staring at the camera. The viewer can almost imagine a fire raging behind them in the mans head.*

'As many will in the future...'

*The Brutor snaps up off the edge of the bed with surprising grace and agility for his size. Two long strides take him directly in front of the camera. He stares in, the feral grin turning more menacing.*

'Mor'angu opershen'azisha... damu'nqwara'

*The Brutors feral grin appears to transform into a smile. He looks pleased with himself. He turns out of camera view, the thuds of his foot falls heard untill the slamming of a door. The camera auto focuses, a a crimson red grove placed perfectly on top of a Khumaak on the bed. Not evident before due to the Brutors bulk, the objects look almost arranged to give meaning. A few seconds later the feed cuts off.*

((edited for spelling))

Xercodo
Amarr
Xovoni Directorate
Posted - 2011.06.19 14:45:00 - [286]
 

Water can be heard running from a bathroom's sink. The rest of the room appears still and quiet. The bed as already been made up and apart from a shirt laying on that bed it can hardly been known from looking that someone was living in the room.

Xercodo rubs water into his face trying to wake up after having stayed up a bit too late the night before. He runs a brush through his hair a few times to fix it a little from being slept on and notes how cool and crisp the morning is with the door out to the balcony left ajar to let a breeze in.

He walks out of the bathroom after a quick padding of his face dry on a towel and puts the shirt on that he had left on the bed. He tugs at it a little making sure it feels and sits right on his torso and sits into one of the seats, casually slumping himself into it. Light passing through the window gives the room a dim glow as Xercodo sits there. His gaze passes each of the items in the room and all the various color schemes and artistic styles, noting what each of the respective races they seem to embody. He sits there in silence for a short while gathering thoughts and considering the day before him.

The final day of the Alliance Tournament...and the final day of the Top Model Competition for a few today as well. The uncertainty of each day always kinda of annoyed him, not just in the competition but in everyday life. Anything could steer for better or for worse in an instant... He smiles to himself over this thought. It's been mostly a series of good ones as to why he's where he's sitting now. He felt a wave of confidence over him. He's going to make sure it's nothing but good things continuing from here forward and he's going to make sure those events all turn out in his favor, and if not at least his allies' favor.

He turns on the display on the wall and starts watching the start of the day for the tournament...

Lord Wamphyri
Amarr
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.19 16:00:00 - [287]
 

Edited by: Lord Wamphyri on 19/06/2011 16:01:12
Lord Wamphyri is sitting in the hot tub, looking out into the distance. Hearing footsteps behind him he turns his head and looks up at David. Breaking into a smile he asks "Everything okay babe?"
"Yeah, I'm good" David replies, kneeling down at the edge of the tub. "How are you feeling now?" Wamp waves a dismissive hand, still smiling. "You know me.. always overexaggerating." he chuckles "How else am I gonna keep you fussing over me?".

David reaches out his arms, clasping them around Wamps' chest and rests his chin on his shoulder. "Daft bugger" he whispers. "I'm gonna head down to the main area and have a swim. You coming?"
"I'll be down later hon.. I have an appointment with a mirror before I show my face" he laughs. "You go ahead and I'll catch up with you".

Smiling, David turns Wamp's head towards him. "Ok.. Love you big fella" he breathes, planting a slow kiss on his lips. David stands up and walks to the front door, waving as he goes through. He pulls the door closed with a 'snick'.

"I know you do" Wamp whispers to himself, closing his eyes.


Mebrithiel Ju'wien
Moira.
Posted - 2011.06.19 16:41:00 - [288]
 

Originally by: Niraia
I vote for Nikita Alterana.


**** you *****.

I would have voted for Niraia. I don't need a reason, but I quite like Kita. Clearly you're thinking on a similar level

Originally by: Koronakesh
Don't take it personally, I plan on killing everyone


That's... just hot Koro ♥

Nikita Alterana
Kumiho's Smile
Posted - 2011.06.19 17:17:00 - [289]
 

Originally by: Mebrithiel Ju'wien
Originally by: Niraia
I vote for Nikita Alterana.


**** you *****.

I would have voted for Niraia. I don't need a reason, but I quite like Kita. Clearly you're thinking on a similar level

Originally by: Koronakesh
Don't take it personally, I plan on killing everyone


That's... just hot Koro ♥



♥ Thanks for the support Mebs.

Dream Br3aker
Posted - 2011.06.19 17:33:00 - [290]
 

The room is quiet as Dream wakes up from a short night. She slowly got up and entered the bathroom turning on the water which slowly filled the bathtub. Steam slowly filled the room as she entered the hotness and relaxing bath. She closed her eyes a little then grabbed her datapad she put next to the tub. She checked the IGS news then suddenly burst out in laugh almost drowning the datapad

Originally by: Niraia
If I'm of little concern to you, you should probably find more productive uses of your time than insulting me. Unless you earn some points for it, of course. I'm sure you could use the ISK!


"Aaah now that just made my day, why would i need ISK so i can get fake boobs and lose 10 IQ in the process??" she said to the empty room looking at her own ferm and soft breast "I'm content with those, they never failed me". She wondered few seconds if she should respond then decided it wasn't worth her time. Shaking her head amused to see people obsessed with ISK they can only dream of and points, then put back the datapad and enjoyed the rest of her hot bubbled bath. She started thinking about what she's seen and heard so far during this event.

She met quite a few contestants no one really picking her interest so far, well maybe one or two.

"The most memorable would be this Jason guy, memorable for his stupid actions and comments but at least he brings some sort of entertainment. Granted he makes my brain hurt being so stupid but maybe if i make an effort i'll learn to tolerate him..mmm that will be hard" She laughed and remembered the slapping and punch and her laugh ended in a smirk. "Fool"

Then she thought about this Claudia, "She is competing with Jason as to which one is the most brainless and she wins in my opinion" She sighed and thought of her idiotic sister the very one reason she can't stand woman like Claudia.

Her thoughts then lingered on Nausea, the exact opposite of Claudia. She seemed intelligent and tough
"I've seen and dealt with tougher but she definitely have my respect"

She then remembered Xercodo and instantly smiled "Quite the Kasanova well so he wishes, but he's a decent person and i have no grudge against him. "

Michael Bross on the other end just doesn't inspire her any respect "ignorant and predictable". She rolled her eyed and started washing her hair.

Jason Galente
Gallente
mishima ryu
Posted - 2011.06.19 17:41:00 - [291]
 

Originally by: Revan Neferis
Edited by: Revan Neferis on 19/06/2011 14:19:18

"One last question Sovereign, if you don't mind. There has been rumors of recent wars and assassinations happening to some alliances and candidates..."

She stops in front of the mirror adjusting her tie and checking details of her immaculate black business suit answering casually "Yes, Concord assigned wars indeed. Assassination contracts too. Tears, Pain, revolt, hatred, sex, love, fame, scandals, romance, broken hearts, emotears, passion... ships exploding, crews dying. Joy." She pauses a moment " Wars.. did I mention wars? Just another day in Paradise."

Revan Neferis
Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign
Sani Sabik



A camera feed opens, revealing a rugged looking Gallentean standing on the logistics bay of his battle cruiser. Groups of marines and other personnel can be seen in the background

*smiles at the camera, disappearing into the corner of the screen as he whispers something to a communications officer, then reappearing in the center of the camera's view* Business, as usual. We wish Koronakesh and his men the best of luck.

The sound of the ship's AI and mechanics can be heard in the background as the crew begins to prepare itself for war



Revan Neferis
Amarr
Propaganda Due
Posted - 2011.06.19 19:14:00 - [292]
 

Edited by: Revan Neferis on 19/06/2011 19:16:53

CHALLENGE ANNOUNCEMENT



Dies Irae
19th 2230EVE


Sani Sabik have not lost sight of the importance of the connection between sensuality and violence. In fact Power and strength, whether physical, emotional or financial has been the stronghold of Humanity on its best.
Tonight's challenge will be about Power, Dominance, Sensuality and Control.

Be ready to praise with action one of the most exciting traditions of our faith and unleash the volcano's full violence of unlimited brilliance inside our Arena.

Welcome.

Revan Neferis
Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign
Sani Sanik

David Estarra
Caldari
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.19 19:50:00 - [293]
 

Edited by: David Estarra on 19/06/2011 19:50:28
David returns to the room, wearing a towel round his waist with a bundle of clothes tucked underneath his arm. Looking around he spots Lord Wamphyri in the corner, looking in the mirror as he makes a final adjustment to his outfit.

David looks him up and down, smiling at how the tight leather shirt exaggerates the contours of his figure. "I thought you'd gotten lost, you've been hours" David laughs.
Wamp turns to him, a sly grin on his face. "How do I look? I wanted to make sure I looked just right for you".
"You always look good to me, you know that" David laughs. Turning, he selects a provocative outfit from the wardrobe and starts dressing. "I might as well dress to match" he says, smirking.
Wamp chuckles. "Okay, well I'll head down to the bar and get us a drink". As he passes David on the way out, he slaps him on the backside, laughing, before heading out into the doorway.

Left alone, David buckles the straps of his outfit and inspects himself in the mirror. "Hot" he thinks. Heading towards the door, he pauses and looks around for his terminal, wanting to check the IGS feed. Spotting it in the corner where he left it this morning, he begins to lift his hand to reach for it as he wanders over, when the terminal leaps from the corner and flies directly into his hand. Startled, he looks around quickly to make sure nobody witnessed the event and whispers to himself "Crap.. not again". Skimming through the IGS feed he notes the challenge announcement from the sovereign and logs off again, tossing the unit on the bed.

Pausing on his way out of the room he picks up two metal balls from the bedside cabinet and turns them in his hand. Listening to the soft chiming noises they make as they turn, he smiles before looking around surreptitiously. He focuses on the two spheres and they rise from his hand, still orbiting each other inches above his palm. A look of concentration passes over his face as they lower themselves slowly into his palm, their rotation slowing to a halt.

"I'm fine.. I can control it" he whispers to himself before placing them on the nightstand and heading out the door.


Qansh
Gallente
Triskelion Ouroboros
Posted - 2011.06.19 20:55:00 - [294]
 

Qansh stands naked, looking at himself in the wide mirrored doors of his suite's wardrobe.

It seems that a few things we may change for ourselves at will in this environment, he thinks, and snaps up the fingers of one hand. Long, curving golden finger-nails have erupted from one hand. He studies them leisurely.

He turns his eyes to the mirror and moves closer. Deep, darkly golden suns take birth behind his pupils. "Yes, that's the spirit!", he cries, throwing his head back as long, tapered golden fangs descend from his mouth.

He looks in the mirror again and concentrates, seeking just the right effect. A reptilian skin begins to lightly take the place of his own.

"Enough. Just a a touch. That will do for now."

He retracts the nails and fangs and proceeds to dress, then removes himself from the room.

RoyAraym
Gallente
Capital Construction Research
Pioneer Alliance
Posted - 2011.06.19 21:04:00 - [295]
 

I sadly lost the first two days' events, on my fault about unscheduled events, bringing me away from the Resort.

But, indeed, this is going to be interesting now, in the "Die Irae" event.
Gonna take it very seriously, to recover from any lost point in the previous.

* RoyAraym simply chose a music, from is datapad, sending it directly on his earphone.

... Let's play a "game", tonight...
Seriously.


Revan Neferis
Amarr
Propaganda Due
Posted - 2011.06.19 21:09:00 - [296]
 

Regarding the challenge tonight, I've been receiving some strange signs of attempting to manipulation of the inner VR seetings to adjust security and reality.
Let me put this clear, you will be scanned before entering the Arena and only what you will find inside will be of use to you.
If I start to see anything "unusual or beyond sensible" I'll consider as attempt to hack security and will Impale you.

I hope this is clear to all.
Besides that, do pay attention at the challenge announcement. You might have been missing a thing or two about what it really means.


Revan Neferis
Thrice-Illustrious Sovereign
Sani Sabik



Claudia Vivienne
Caldari
Posted - 2011.06.19 22:54:00 - [297]
 

Edited by: Claudia Vivienne on 20/06/2011 00:20:37

After a long sleep accompanied with many nightmares about her past due to the harsh experience in the chamber,wakes up completely sweated and screaming...

Taking a cold shower trying to gather her senses,changes her clothes and checks the IGS thread at her datapad seing new comments from one of the people in the event who believes she is one of those babydolls without a brain with a bitter but knowing smile on her face:

"Tsk tsk tsk....She really has no idea why and how I got in here thinking me as a contestant after the ISK..Only real simple minded people with an overconfidence underestimate their opponents especially when having no real idea who exactly they are dealing with...Whatever,let her think so,time will come to use that advantage anyway..Her prejudice will teach the biggest lesson..As it never fails to do so.."

Closes her datapad taking a short look at herself on the mirror and heads to the door of her room to join the people in the resort...

Nausea
Veto.
Veto Corp
Posted - 2011.06.20 00:06:00 - [298]
 

Nausea sits on her bed, one hand idly twirling a small square of card she found resting there, the other holding her datapad. Her expression is one of anger and frustration. Reaching something of decision, she sets the card down and fires up the IGS feed on the datapad...

Disappointment. That would describe where I am right now.

With the final match of the Alliance Tournament proving to be something of an scripted action than a contest, I still had high hopes for the evening's Challenge. I've heard many stories of these things over the years, and after the events of yesterday... had high hopes. A more...focused resolve....

Disappointment. Again. Frustration.

Nausea glances down at her marked arms, the actions of the previous day returning unbidden to her thoughts.


I made a bad choice. What could have been something amazing became decidedly...mundane. Boring. And I stopped short of a last-gasp attempt for...something.

I will know better in the future...

Her expression shifts to one of dark anger as she closes the feed. Tossing her pad to one side, she lays back on her bed, twirling the piece of card between her fingers.

David Estarra
Caldari
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.20 01:34:00 - [299]
 

David Estarra staggers through the door, supporting the weight of Lord Wamphyri. "Just prop me up on the bed" he gasps. "'I'll be fine." David does so, lowering him gently before letting go. Wamp flops on the bed, exhausted, and closes his eyes.

David stares at him for what seems an eternity, the tears still moist in his eyes. He turns, heading to the shower room and strips off what little clothing he's wearing. He turns the tap on full and steps into the steaming water. His skin turns an angry red as the water burns, but David doesn't notice. He slides down the wall of the cubicle and sits on the floor, hugging his knees and sobbing.

Lord Wamphyri
Amarr
Starside Lost
Posted - 2011.06.20 01:36:00 - [300]
 

Lord Wamphyri opens his eyes at the sound of the water running. Fighting to get into a sitting position, he grimaces as he opens his terminal and opens up the message service. Glancing back up in the direction of the shower, he taps out a message to somebody, the deftness of his fingers belying the pain he's suffering. Finishing, he sighs, and switches to the IGS feed.

Only a short log this time. The competition stepped up a notch. David entered the Confession room against my better judgement. I don't know what he confessed in there, but I do know the effect it can have. He emerged looking shaken but seemed to recover quickly.

Then the challenge. David was picked early on by Roy to face him. I don't yet know what transpired as we're all under a strict 'no talking about it' rule. Maybe I'll find out, maybe I'll wait for David to tell me when he's ready.

My challenge was a different matter. Without going into details, I can only say that it was intense and the person I chose to face me (Michael Bross) was a worthy adversary. Although I did ruin a perfectly good leather shirt.. maybe I can ask the Sovereign for a localised reset in the VR system...

Smiling grimly, he closes his terminal and lays back down, asleep before his head hits the pillow.


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