Log 049 - A

Log 049

-Author: Rinas Rylos
-Rank: Doesn't matter, was on vacation.
-Date: 115.08.17

So between a smattering of contracts that left me in a sad division between enraged at myself, pissed off at my allies, and feeling more inferior than having to work for that bumblefuck gangster, along with all that shit from my dad still on my mind (which probably contributed to my pathetic performances on the battlefield) I decided to take a few days off. Nothing like some R&R to get me back in fighting shape, right? Well, as it turns out, I'm not exactly qualified to say that. I mean, when you've spent the better part of your life either working to keep people alive or working to murder other people or just working in general? It's hard to fill the hours. Like, really hard. Like, I vastly underestimated how much time you have to work with when you aren't actively working.

Seeking answers, I turned to my other merc friends, all two of them. As it turns out, they fill the void by pointlessly wasting their time with frivolous bullshit that allows them a momentary escape from reality, also known as gaming. I'll admit that I was a tad surprised when I received the same answer from both Chime and Kaz about how the hell they kept themselves sane on their days off, and got a surprisingly large number of game recommendations from the both of them. Apparently Kaz had been big on gaming before the whole merc thing, as he showed me a rather long list of digital titles he owned and beat that stretched back years, which did leave me wondering where exactly he'd found the time for all of them. Chime didn't have quite the pedigree in terms of quantity, but match after match against her siblings in virtual arenas had left her dangerously competent. More than that, though, is that they also helped keep her connected with her siblings, whom she'd been having trouble really dealing with after the operation along with strengthening the bond to the rest of her family as well. Outside of the ridiculous amount of equipment and amenities they bought for her, anyway. Why they keep doing this when she's swimming in ISK now is beyond me. Still, the irony of my two friends that kill for a living deciding to lay waste to virtual people in their spare time was not lost on me, nor was it when I decided to go ahead and join them for a bit.

That said, even with a near-limitless amount of cash and the entirety of four empire's worth of virtual entertainment at my fingertips, I couldn't stand to sit on my ass for an entire day, much less three, just laying around and playing games. I considered writing in here, but what the fuck would I write about? The only reason I started this is because the Doc made me, and I -do- enjoy it now, but I feel like I'd do you a disservice by filling you full of a bunch of bullshit about the more tedious bits of my life. Well, the more tedious bits of my life, though I suppose from an outside perspective it'd be interesting to get into the head of someone who kills for a living.

Anyway, gaming was fun for a while, but once my supply of Quafe ran out and I lost enough matches I decided to shelve it before I grew sick of the whole thing completely. There had been one idea floating through my head that I was resisting, but without anything else coming to me, I finally opted to go with something I had been putting off for ages.

I was going to hang out with Chime.

First off, let me state that it was not my original idea. But between one of her myriad calls to me, she had mentioned having a sort of "girls night in" with just the two of us over at her place doing all sorts of crap together. I can't recall the conversation exactly, but I think I was busy fine tuning a suit loadout and just a gave a grunt of approval or something. Needless to say, this had come back to bite me in the ass, though from the squeal she gave when I asked about it I had just about made her day, so at least one of us was excited about the whole thing. Once I mentioned that I had most of the next couple days off, she insisted on extending the ordeal into a day-long thing that involved, among other things: A manicure, pedicure, clothes shopping, book shopping (which threw me for a second, I'll admit, she did not strike me as the bookish type) and enough cosmetics to deck out a clown. I quite literally had to buy a small cabinet that's now installed in my bathroom just to fit all the shit we purchased, to say nothing of several new...colorful, additions to my wardrobe that will hopefully never see the light of day ever again. The night itself consisted of me watching her try on more outfits than I knew ever existed, along with watching some riveting films as "Fires over Luminaire," and "How to lose a Caldari Priest in Ten Days." Just real intellectual stuff, lemme tell ya.

Still, it could've been worse. We also chatted about suit fittings and I finally found someone who agreed with me that the Caldari suits seemed to be way too fucking snug, which I guess happens when they auction their manufacturing off to the lowest fucking bidder. She seems to think that the Amarrian ones are the coziest, but personally I stick with Gallente for good suits; Amarrian ones seem to reek of...something, I'm not sure what, and everything made by the Minmatar feels like it's held together by spit and prayers, even the shit they co-opted from others.

Anyway,  I can't keep my eyes open, so I'm gonna go ahead and wrap this up for tonight. After my day with Chime I wound up hanging out with Kaz, but I'll save telling ya about that for when I can stay conscious.

-End Log