<strong>Name</strong>: Zoey “Zo” Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13794937#msg13794937)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Three weeks before the start of the game<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Coldstone Creamery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/Alexis-Ren-Yoga.png)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tempest<br/><strong>Content:</strong>After workout snack.<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d4/ALEXIS_R_0004.jpg)</div>Zoey had thought yoga would be easy.  Sitting in weird positions and breathing, how hard could that be?  Turns out it was really hard.  And hot, like really hot.  Whatever sadistic bastard came up with yoga in a closed 90-degree room deserved their own special place in hell.  If it wasn’t for Tempest she would have ditched the class a long time ago, but she had convinced her to stay on anyway. If she was being honest she still hated it, but loved the way she felt when it was over and the results were nice.  Best of all however was the after-workout snack.  Yes, it was counterintuitive and counterproductive, but she didn’t care.  Having a scoop of ice cream after class with Tempest had become their little ritual and she always looked forward to it.<br/><br/>Zoey already had the spoon in her mouth before she sat down with her best friend, savoring the flavor of white chocolate raspberry cheesecake ice cream with shaved chocolate chunks worked into it and sprinkles.  In Zoey’s mind everything was better with sprinkles.  She gave a wonderful little “Mmmm,” and smiled over at Tempe.  Zo was probably the only person that called her that.  It was widely joked that Zoey could be so lazy that she wouldn’t even pronounce your whole name if she didn’t have too.  There might have been something to that considering she had little nicknames for almost everyone she knew.<br/><br/>“So how was Professor Bradley’s Bio Exam?”  Zoey had the same exam tomorrow and was nowhere near ready for it. Not exactly a surprise.  It was kind of a minor miracle the girl wasn’t on academic probation, but she always managed to scrape by.  One of these days she was going to have to pick a major.  Maybe that would make her more interested in her classes.  Maybe Tempe could help her figure out what the hell she wanted to do with her life.  That had never been a concern for Zo until recently.  Her family was rich and she had a huge trust fund waiting for her when she hit 21.<br/><br/>However, a week ago Zoey had heard about this poor pet adoption agency that was being forced to shut down due to lack of finding.  They had tried fund-raising but were still one hundred and fifty thousand dollars short and all those little puppies and kittens were going to be put to sleep or packed into other overcrowded shelters.  So Zoey wrote a check for the remaining amount from the family account and even put it in her mother’s name thinking it would be such a nice gesture.  Yeah, that hadn’t gone over quite as well as she had planned.  Her mother had given her two weeks to find a job and a place of her own so she could “learn the value of a dollar and hard work.”  That had been a week ago and Zoey hadn’t even started looking for a place yet.<br/>