Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

Although bearing a passing external resemblance to her sister the Novus Domus, the Working Girl was, internally, a completely different breed. The infamous stubborn insistence by the typical Junker to rebuild, repurpose, reuse and recycle in-spite of logic and reason producing a vast swathe of variation amongst what most could consider an identical pair of ships. Notwithstanding, of course, the personal touches added by the obsolete yet hardy vessels' current ownership.

Upon entry to the innards of the craft the new arrivals are greeted by a randomly placed assortment of MMOs, their origins unknown - hence the term gifted to them - lying haphazardly on the floor. Somewhere amongst this collection is their astute, bedraggled owner; a twenty-something Bretonian woman bearing long, blonde hair messily tied back and hidden down her camisole between her shoulder blades, oil-stained cheeks distracting from her dull blue eyes, the sparkle they once contained long lost to the weight of life's trials.

Evangeline observes Vixen towing her domesticated male behind her as they enter the narrow, artificially lit hallway spanning the length of the frigate. She casually approaches the pair, deftly avoiding her prized metal collection as required.


Vixen! Bret! Haven't seen you two for a while. How's things?

Evangeline, before getting a reply, dashes beside Vixen and steals one of her ears, whispering something to her. Evangeline rests her hands on Vixen's shoulder, her intimate susurration and warm breath evoking strange sensations in the affianced listener.

Bret's been a good boy, I hope? Looking after you and Licentia like he should, hmm? What about convincing him to seal the deal? I wanna see a wedding~!

The subject of the secret girl's business feigns ignorance, yet, as to be expected of any mortal male, tries to collect whatever intelligence he could of the discussion - his hypersensitive ears working overtime to intercept the near-silent murmurs from the pair of infamous seductresses - whilst the rest of him pretends to be occupied with observing whatever random installations and scenery surround him.

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