In Which Sian is Undiplomatic

The crew at Valhalla Station have an ambivalent relationship with the representative of the Kurzweil Emissariate. On the one hand, the cybernetically augmented Ambassador is an alien beauty, plastic perfection from the one colony where the transhuman ideal was reached.



On the other hand, she's an ice-cold pain in the arse. Nothing's ever right. None of these people are her equals. And she can't understand why you can't just mindwipe the service staff — they're all so inefficient.



Most of all, she can't understand why these unaugmented near-animals wouldn't want their planets to be Randian utopias like hers, where the ruling classes live in neurally-linked bliss and they program the workers to be the obedient cogs in the machine they should be. She tries to explain why it's the best way and the station personnel all seem to think it's ghastly. Idiots.

The military personnel, ancillary staff and other emissaries all think she's the Worst. Ambassador. Ever. But they still check her out.



Valhalla Station is Sian's roleplay venue of choice. It's pretty new, part of Lagrange Point, recently featured in the Destination Guide. Because it's new, the roles are inchoate and open to interpretation (and there aren't any furries there yet). Not as set in stone as some space RPs, not as sleazy as others, Sian recommends putting on your best space fatigues and joining in.

Outfit:
Catsuit: [Sassy!] Cybernetic Siren Military Green (L$0 Dark Future Hunt gift)
Boots: [Neurolab] Activa Black Electro L$650
Lipstick: [Nuuna's Skins] Dark Black lips, from Skittles skin bundle L$300
Eyeshadow: [Nuuna's Skins] Smokey from Tattoo Makeups 2 L$300

Visit Valhalla Station!

[Note: In other news, Sian's having trouble with Dagmar's Gender Switch challenge, for the simple reason she cannot find a decent non-white male skin for L$0. Any suugestions?]