<strong>Character:</strong>Genevieve “Genie” Shadoveer<br/><strong>Date:</strong>110 PA<br/><strong>location</strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong>tag:</strong>Theodor Curtis Webber<br/><br/>Furred leather boots padded on the tile floor of the mess as Genie walked up to the line cuddling a cat in her arms.<br/><br/>As usual, the brunette didn't wear much.  She had a buckskin miniskirt to match her boots, but her top was covered by a pre-rifts sports bra and a utility vest of modern canvas.<br/><br/>She was clearly more than human.  The perfection of her body might not be too strange in a movie, but walking around a mercenary barracks in off beat fashions it was surreal.  On top of that, even in a barracks full of soldiers of fortune, she was taller than most of the men.  Elaborate tattoos dotted the canvas that was her silken flesh.<br/><br/>“Afternoon, Teddy,” she called, coaxing the cat to drape over one tightly muscled arm.  “How’s the meatloaf? Is three servings too much to ask?”  she gave the cat a noogie.  “This greedy guts will make sure nothing goes to waist—pun intended.”<br/><br/>She smiled easily and brought up a tray.  “Maybe I can make desert some time if you’re not too possessive of the kitchen?  I make a mean cobbler.”<br/>