20,000 channels and nothing on.

Nothing Lilaac wanted to watch, anyway. Her tufted tail flicked irritably over her lap as her partner-in-couch clicked his way to channel 20,000 – another Protostar home shopping network (now with the Grund Girdle!) – and began the process anew.

Again.

She rolled her eyes, whirring mechanical legs and fingers ticking with her growing boredom. Her gaze flickered from the pair of Oghra pundits currently debating onscreen the ethics of equipping private skiffs with the latest in star-annihilating laser technology to the blonde Aurin beside her. Myess didn’t seem to be any happier than she was; his tail lashed in thinly-veiled annoyance as he clicked away at the remote. What he needed was a pick-me-up. A distraction! 

Lilaac chuckled as she curled forward. What better mood-lifter was there than her fleeting and fickle attention? He’d be overjoyed, of course. A soft hiss of escaping air and a curious click were muffled by her curtain of hair, and with a pleased grin, she settled comfortably back against the cushions.

A dim thrum and a soft whirr were the only warnings as an elegantly-crafted, disembodied, prosthetic forearm inchwormed its way across the back of the Granok-length couch, creeping closer and closer to Myess’ unguarded shoulder. 

"Teraak?" Her claws rap quietly against the glass, the amber liquor within swirling with each movement of her hand. "He’s harmless."

She chuckles as she remembers moments of playful torment, creeping through the village while shrouded in a field of nanites and generally making Teraak’s life miserable.

"It’s a strangely attractive quality. He is perhaps the most passive doormat I’ve ever met. His rigorous self-inflicted abuse makes him an easy target for whenever I need to let off some steam or have a good laugh."

Lilaac pauses to take a drink of the dark liquid, her cheeks reddening at the harsh bite. 

"Taulin, dear, just… please-" Lilaac’s fingers dug deeper into her temples, attempting to rub the exasperation out of her skull forcefully. It wasn’t working. "…Please come back out."

"No!" Oh, dear. "Y-you thought it wasn’t f-f-funnyyy!" Oh dear, oh dear. The quivering blanket draped over Taulin shook with each wracking sob. In her defense, Lilaac was a tough crowd.

"Taulin. Linny. I’m sorry; I must simply be…” She glanced at her neglected glass of bourbon, resting on the table. “…far too drunk to understand the joke. Tell me the Chua joke again? I laughed, remember?”

Poor Taulin.

So this happened today. 

If you are interested in joining the hunt (or just wanna get in on some RP!) Feel free to contact myself, Sindra, or judgegraele in-game or on enjin.