Community Centre, Vreni Island, Corellia
“Where's Elaine? I thought she was coming today?”
“Oh, you know.”
Gossip.
“A few white wines after breakfast.”
Idle gossip.
Chatter filled the local community centre, all resembling the snippet of conversation plucked from above. Catty women in their thirties, forties and fifties all gathered in one place could only mean gratuitous bitching. Who was cheating on who, who was struggling with rampant alcoholism, which husband couldn't get it up and who cried themselves to sleep after self-medicating on prescription pills. Razor-bladed gossip.
“Oh gosh, she's been such a mess since giving birth to Jaiden.”
“Are we surprised? What kind of woman calls her child Jaiden?”
It was the regular blood drive, cause for usual chatterboxes to unite and trade barbed compliments while at least doing a good deed. Occasionally a catty glance was spared towards the table that hosted a Miraluka, not a type often seen on the island. The alien was in the process of donating, hey, the rarer the blood the better, be prepared for every kind of emergency. She wasn't here with friends, just by herself, donating some krovy and soaking in the bitchy atmosphere around her.
Waiting. Civilians were the perfect camouflage.
“I mean Jaiden? What a welfare name!”
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
“Where's Elaine? I thought she was coming today?”
“Oh, you know.”
Gossip.
“A few white wines after breakfast.”
Idle gossip.
Chatter filled the local community centre, all resembling the snippet of conversation plucked from above. Catty women in their thirties, forties and fifties all gathered in one place could only mean gratuitous bitching. Who was cheating on who, who was struggling with rampant alcoholism, which husband couldn't get it up and who cried themselves to sleep after self-medicating on prescription pills. Razor-bladed gossip.
“Oh gosh, she's been such a mess since giving birth to Jaiden.”
“Are we surprised? What kind of woman calls her child Jaiden?”
It was the regular blood drive, cause for usual chatterboxes to unite and trade barbed compliments while at least doing a good deed. Occasionally a catty glance was spared towards the table that hosted a Miraluka, not a type often seen on the island. The alien was in the process of donating, hey, the rarer the blood the better, be prepared for every kind of emergency. She wasn't here with friends, just by herself, donating some krovy and soaking in the bitchy atmosphere around her.
Waiting. Civilians were the perfect camouflage.
“I mean Jaiden? What a welfare name!”
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
