<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c2/ValentinaPost.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Valentina Machado<br/><strong>Nationality|Faction:</strong>PanOceania|Nomad<br/><strong> Age: </strong>25<br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>CAC Module – Shared living area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><strong>TRIGGERING CONTENTS:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/>Valentina Machado flopped on the slightly ratty, yet oh so comfortable couch that served as one of the better lounging areas of the CAC module.  She had spent most of the morning tinkering with Arana, the battered old Salyut Zond that Valenian had been putting together for the past couple of months with spare parts and looted servos.  The Zond had been a husk of its former self when she had purchased the chassis and positronic brain from a scrap dealer in the bowels of Bakunin.  At this point she was just doting on it really, giving it a fresh paint job and detailing it.  Valentina had finished up an hour or so ago and had cleaned herself up before grabbing some lunch.<br/><br/>Valentina propped her feet up on the coffee table.  She wore low-rise jeans that hugged her form and were shredded strategically along her thighs.  A RAGE-O12 band shirt did little to cover her mid-rift seeming to elongate her torso with the paired jeans.  She hadn’t blown her hair dry so damp pink strands clung to her cheeks hear and their.<br/><br/>A steaming bowl of udon noodle soup rested in her lap, delivered by her favorite soup cart right to the CAC door.  They had just the right spice for Valentina, which admittedly was pretty light.  It was a comfort food and made her all warm and fuzzy inside.  Her geist, Florencia turned on her favorite Arachne softcore lesbian wrestling realodrama, B.E.L.O.W. (Bakunin Extreme Ladies of Wrestling), anticipating her viewing desires from her heightened feely-good endorphins.<br/><br/>Valentina shoveled a mouthful of spicy noodles into her mouth with synth chopsticks and munched happily as Natasha Volkov began circling her opponent, the sultry yet conniving ALEPH clone Helena.  Blood and clothing was certain to fly.<br/>