<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>TBD?</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong>(I have no problem leaving the scene open for others to join, but if Rel wants it closed I have no problem there either.)<br/><hr/><br/>Geek....<em>Oh god, why did I choose to call myself that?</em>... had regretted her flight from the place the previous evening, but there was still time to set that right, wasn't there? Most likely there would be fewer people around in the morning, She was bored, had dealt with all her emails, including back-hacking one that had a rather simple virus on it - Never try to hack a hacker, she had giggled to herself as she had reverse engineered the virus, modified it and emailed it back to the real sender in spite of his attempts to spoof the origin. But that onl;y gave her a couple of hours entertainment.<br/><br/>So she headed back to the club, changed into the black robe that was all they were allowed to wear, and headed in search of....<br/><br/>She shook her head. What exactly she was in search of, she had no idea, but her best guess was coffee, and possibly some sort of pastry. Her nose led her in the right direction. Coffee was available right there, in the dining room... "AHHHHHHH!" She let out a heart felt sigh and wandered over to where a jug of the dark brown life-saving liquid was keeping hot. Geek helped herself to a large mug full, added cream, no sugar, then spotted a plate with some croissants on it. They were cold, had probably been there a while but she was hungry. She helped herself to two of them and went to sit at a table,<br/><br/>The coffee was good, and the pastries were still fresh enough. Beggars can't be choosers, her dad always said. She'd only had a single slice of toast for breakfast, and a cup of instant coffee. This was far better even if it had been there a while. And after she finished her.... hmmm.... second cup... she would go in search of Duchess, and apologise for last night, and make her proposals...Okay, maybe after the third cup...