<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/86/GeekMask.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">NSFW</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/46036_15big.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Geek, #1001</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Coming into the dining room</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Friday Morning, week 1</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Open for now</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong><br/><hr/><br/>The chubby blonde looked up at the skinny brunette. She blushed. "Oh, er.... Hi?"<br/><br/>That was the best, most witty come-back she could come up with?<em>oh, er... hi?</em>Seriously Em, you can do better than that... "Yeah, thanks... For the refil..." Well, that's a bit better, but not much. "I ... er... I just got here, really. I was kinda... um... bored, so... I wanted to apologise to Duchess for, well, um... yeah. Kinda made an idiot of myself last night. I'm E..... Er... Geek." She remembered just in time to use her pseudonym. The nearest terminal was a few feet away, and she didn't want to be rude and go look up the number. This was one thing she was going to suggest to Duchess when she finally managed to meet the woman without freaking out.<br/><br/>She waited, offering a pause for the woman to supply her pseudonym, then smiled. "Pleasure to meet you. I was kind-of looking around wondering what might be fun to do here on a Friday morning. See, I'm... uh... new-ish.... New. No -ish".<br/><br/>She was babbling and she knew it. She took a deep breath and shook her head, determined not to make a fool of herself again. instead she took a long drink from her coffee cup, enjoying the warmth and flavour as it ran down her inside. Setting the mug on the table again, she held it with her right hand, while her left began to play nervously with her hair, pulling the blonde curls out from under the strap that held her mask in place, tucking some behind her ear, then for some reason, tucking a couple of locks back under the strap.<br/><br/>