Welcome to Gaia! ::

While all this was going on, Will was standing just inside the doorway, eyes blank and mouth agape. 'Mind... shutting... down... Must... force... jaw... to... close... Need... to... block... out... image... of... best... female... friends... in... birthday... suits. Think of unsexy things. UNSEXY THINGS! Hairy Greek guys. Cher. My old math teacher in a thong. Janet Reno. Oprah nude. That b*****d Reno kissing my sister... wait, that one just gets me angry. AAAHHH!!!! DAMNIT! I'm not sure whether to thank God or punch the next priest I see right in the face! Why me?! Why is it always me?!'

Regaining his composure, Will used all of his considerable acting ability to appear unfazed by the situation. Coming to Kerrigan and Lydia's appartment to find them nude and with little inclination to put clothes on was... certainly a new experience. He wondered idly if he'd done something to piss Uncle off recently. After all, it was the Chinese that coined the ancient curse "May you live in interesting times."

Glad that instead of his normal skintight kevlar pants he had black, baggy BDU pants on he reached into his jacket and drew out the notebook. Taking the notebook out reminded him of some of the things he'd read in it. And here was Lydia, naked as the day she was born, standing right in front of him. 'Hoooooo, boy. Fight down the blush Will. Maintain eye contact with Lydia and eye contact only. If you glance down you're in trouble. Just keep repeating 'she's young enough to be your sister' to yourself and you'll be fine.'

With a grunt, Will handed the notebook over to Lydia, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time and trying to maintain a non-chalant manner. "It wasn't any trouble at all, Lydia. I wanted to check up on you and Kerrigan anyway, I've just been too busy to do so as soon as I'd have liked to. You both look... well."

'Better than well.... Much, MUCH better than just well...' It was official, Will's libido, kept in check for well over five years, was trying to get him into trouble now. His eyes started to wander from Lydia's eyes down her neck, across her collar bone, and began to rest upon the top of her breasts before he seemed to wake up and snapped his eyes back into contact with hers. Damn, he'd never realized how hot Lydia was before... Oh great, his own subconscious was commiting mutiny as to how to deal with this situation between him and Lydia. Still, he'd already seen everything when he'd first come in. It wouldn't hurt to look down and take another peek....

'SHUT UP BRAIN, OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH A Q-TIP!' Yep, he was distracted all right. He'd have to be to use such obvious pop culture references. Focusing on maintaining his appearance of calm and collectiveness, Will continued to look at Lydia, repeating his mental mantra of 'she's young enough to be your sister' as he waited for her to take the damn notebook and tried to make idle chit chat. "So, you've been keeping busy? Enjoying your stay here with Kerrigan?"

A naked woman in front of him, one who from what he'd read would be more than willing, and he was making small talk to try and maintain control. It was finally official, somebody up there really did hate him.

Eden had come after Will and seen him come into the apartments. However, she was at a current stand-still because she had not seen which apartment he had gone into. Now sisterly instinct had to kick in. Abviously he had come to see Lydia, but her name was listed nowhere... So Eden blindly chose an apartment that had just been closed.

She ran silently down the hall to the apartment that had just been closed and carefully knocked upon the door that was Kerrigan's, however Edith had no idea it was and was completely randomly guessing. She would have called for Lydia, Will, or Krii, but if it was the wrong apartment then that would just be odd...

She stood a foot away from the door, waiting patiently, her hazel eyes carefully and delicately scanning and taking in her surroundings.

"Hello." she said to the person who had just come in, still unaware that people would find something amiss if she went around with no clothes on. She was taking a hint from Kerrigan's look and walked somewhat dejectedly to her room. What was wrong with her body that everyone wanted to cover it up?

Once in her room, and after she had put her notebook away, Lydia now had to decide what to put on. Looking through all her new clothes and puzzled with the fact that she could now choose so many things for herself in this new life, her hand brushed against a particular garment and a flash of conversation went through her mind. Yes, she would wear this.

Coming out of her room again, she felt a hint of mischevious delight in the back of her mind. On her legs was a pair of tight, black jeans in a flare cut that were very low rise, almost to the point of being on the verge of falling off. Showing just above the top of her pants was the dark purple ribbon to the low rise string bikini panties that went with the bustier she had bought. Her top consisted of an overlarge, white button down with short sleeves that was unbuttoned and was also on the verge of falling off. Under the shirt was the bustier.

Wearing the bustier was worse than not wearing it, because now William and Krii'Ouse did not have her nakedness as an excuse to look away from her shapely body, and the bustier hightened that shapeliness. Her waist was smaller, her breasts rounder and more supported by the undergarment, and it was obviously made to attract male attention. Overall, it made Lydia, who was nice to look at to begin with, even more gorgeous and appealing.

Walking over to the group again, her hair bounced in a loose ponytail to better reveal her clothing and the necklace she wore. It was the one Kerrigan had picked out, with the silver charm drawing attention to her soft throat, sensual collar bones, and still farther down into the valley that the bustier made of her marvelous cleavage.

He turns to Krii'Ouse, noticing the bacardi hovering slightly above the ground and the tell-tale look on his face...

"Ah...well...i take it now is not the time to bring up the subject of WHAT exactly we're going to do about our current situation?"

Liora entered the lobby, looking furtively around before proceeding to the stairway to go up to her floor. The other mortal residents had already labeled her as a recluse; the last thing she needed was for them to see her decked out in her hunting gear. She pressed lightly against the stairway door with her fingertips, opening and closing it behind her without a sound. Then, she proceeded at a light jog up the stairs until she arrived at her destination. She had always favored the stairs over the elevator; the concept of using a metal box as a form of transportation had always struck her as illogical. With the stairs, Liora got her daily commerce coupled with a cardio-respiratory workout.

She exited the stairway and entered the main hallway of her floor. As she passed each door, Liora counted them off in her head out of habit. Her boots made dull, thudding noises as she walked; the absence of her usual, brisk heeled-shoe walk was enough to illicit a frown from the woman.

She opened her door with the key she'd transferred to her new hunting outfit along with her flask of vodka and her cigarettes. Speaking of the 'cigs, Liora felt that she could certainly use one right now. The first thing she ended up pocketing was a cheap, paper match-book as a result. Liora paused, allowing her golden eyes to adjust to the pleasant gloom of her den. Despite it's darkness, her room was actually quite tidy, and Liora had no difficulty locating both her laptop and her rifle. The gun she slung over her shoulder alongside the katana, and the laptop she slipped into a carrying case along with some other necessary items. Glancing around the room, Liora reassured herself that she'd retrieved what she'd wanted most. Her gaze narrowed from a broad sweep of a room to an intent study of the fire detector. She'd disabled it long ago, and it appeared to still be disabled properly. Sure, tampering with the thing was against the law and yada yada yada, but Liora wanted to have a smoke-break now. She would have one, indeed, before she sought out Astande. Opening a small window for more ventilation, Liora lit herself a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The taste returned the pleasant expression to her face.

((Edit: Darn, I've got to go. I'll just post again in the morning. whee ))