<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Galadriel 'Elf' Tselepidis<br/><strong>Player:</strong>virtualblue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Club House | Dining Area<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white denim cutoffs (https://us.romwe.com/Frayed-Hem-Denim-Shorts-p-311634-cat-814.html?url_from=usplashorts180507958L_ssc&gclid=CjwKCAjw_-D3BRBIEiwAjVMy7OJqG7OM18Y9_4YgZuJlc3Ua5aZv4SNorO4dTq2kN-GDZ1eQwMkepBoCFhoQAvD_BwE); Lake Kinsey t-shirt (one size too small); John Lennon style sunglasses, with blue lenses (https://cdn11.bigcommerce.com/s-hcrifnprha/images/stencil/1280x1280/attribute_rule_images/34447_source_1592321508.jpg); a suntan; a smile; nothing else<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Helen, Evelyn, Miss Lise, Lynnette<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Eating and engaging in mischief<br/><hr/><br/>Elf purred at Lise as she slid past her and patted her butt. Uh, yeah, Lise could still feel Elf inside her. She was the goddamn Elf, and the best lay in the lower forty-eight! It always pained Elf to exclude Alaska and Hawaii, but truth in advertising, she'd never been to either.<br/><br/>"May I?" Elf said, putting her tray on the table as she sat down across from Lynne of the Extraordinary Eyes. She'd gathered a little bit of anything that was neither a fruit nor vegetable. Except for the blueberry pancakes — those she supposed might be both fruit and vegetable, assuming blueberries were indeed vegetables — but she figured plenty of maple syrup and real butter would knock out any health benefits the pancakes may have accidentally supplied.<br/><br/>"Blueberries — fruit or vegetable? I'd say vegetable and, wait, I know you're going to say they're sweet, but blueberries don't have seeds and fruits have seeds. It's what makes a fruit a fruit,<em>n'est-ce pas?</em>On the other hand, blackberries do have seeds, and it seems like a blueberry is closer to a blackberry than say a potato. It's really a vexing conundrum, don't you think?" Elf took a bite of her vegetable pancake and munched happily as she looked at Lynne. She really did have dreamy eyes, and she wondered what they looked like when they were all sleepy, and the sun was casting its first morning rays across them. It'd probably be something someone could write a whole poem about. Maybe title it,<em>Morning Sun on Lynne's Face</em>.<br/><br/>Standing beside her by the table with all of the food on it, Elf heard Lise get cornered by the strange little blonde, Helen, and stifled a smile. If there were Cylons, and Elf wasn't saying there were, but if there were, then she was 80% positive that Helen was one. "We need a Voight-Kampff test," Elf said and then laughed when she saw Lynne still looking at her and raised her hand. "Sci-fi geek, present and accounted for. The Voight-Kampff test, its this thing in<em>Blade Runner</em>to detect Replicants."<br/><br/>About to fork in another mouthful of pancake goodness, Elf stopped and listened to Lise's question. "It's still there.<em>Estefany's</em>. I think it's like Spanish. I bought some guitar strings there yesterday and was going to restrum . . . That's not right. Redrum? Restring! I was going to restring your guitar for you as a surprise. On that subject, you remember how like your guitar used to make these pretty sounds? It doesn't do that anymore. Surprise!"<br/><br/>Grinning at Lynne, Elf went ahead and took that bite of pancakes.