[[Christmas Doesn't Exist In New Eden...]]
Ysolde read over the comms pensively, mug of chai in hand. Her attempts to tutor her over-eager and under-experienced cousin were beginning to wear away and she'd fallen behind on the Alliance and general New Eden goings on.
GalNet was awful, as usual. The same mixture of old rhetoric trotted out weekly, accidental nonsensical misposts (that Karass Sayfo of the CRC has his work cut out for him), thinly-veiled flames and overblown posturing was tiresome and fruitless. Unfortunately it also gave a good insight into the state of affairs within the various factions of New Eden and thus needed to be read.
The joke that was Revan Neferis had died down a little, partly thanks to her sycophantic cronies entering into the circus surrounding Tomahawk Bliss. She'd heard the rhyming slang phrase 'taking the Tomahawk' and found it ever more appropriate with each post he made.
The usual death threats from the Caldari overloyalists had clamed for a bit, but they'd be back soon, and then there was that Rodj vs Meklon thread wherein -EM- raised it's public profile a little and PIE Inc took note.
She wondered when the CVA would bring it on.
The empty mug was placed down beside the screen and Ysolde rubbed her eyes. She needed a momentary break from the next item on the list.
There was news of the NMTZ war with the Merc corp TNT. The merc corp that contained a worryingly large number of former -EM-, now trigger happy and ISK-osessed: willing to kill absolutely anyone for a bit of an adrenaline rush or to feed an alcohol habit. Whilst others shouted about how traitorous they were, angry over the percieved betrayal, Ysolde felt only pity for them. Pity that they'd been reduced to pathetic junkies craving that next hit. There wouldn't be any hesitation to fire if they attacked -EM-.
Ysolde had had enough for now and flicked off the GalNet, instead browsing through the various Federation newsfeeds about other current events. There was a program that aired daily about the celebratory activities of New Eden's cultures, and today's short mentioned a festival that was celebrated thousands upon thousands of years ago during the winter season of the earliest recorded settlements. The Yuletide feasts were posited to be a way of driving back the bitter cold of the weather and bringing cheer and joy to the people struggling to survive. Later, it was combined with a celebration of economy and industry with extensive gift-giving and a goodwill-inspired boost to the fledgling planetary market economies.
There was evidence to suggest that in some cultures, this event was tied to the existance of a divine representative brought to lead the people - perhaps unified under a single corporate entity - and it certainly wasn't the Amarrian Emperor. Naturally, the Amarr had decried it as a godless heresy.
There was something about driving away the depression of a harsh seasonal environment, the hope that someone could lead people to a better existance and the celebrations and feasting that Ysolde appreciated. Faith and festivities - though run through the filter of corporate consumerism, or so the program reported.
Rummaging around in the drinks cabinet in her small lounge, Ysolde found a bottle of gluwinn. It was a traditional Matari recipie made of wines and spices and had been mentioned in the program as having been drunk hot with slices of naranj fruit.
A toast was made to an old festival that celebrated celebrating, and narked off the Amarr to boot.
GalNet was awful, as usual. The same mixture of old rhetoric trotted out weekly, accidental nonsensical misposts (that Karass Sayfo of the CRC has his work cut out for him), thinly-veiled flames and overblown posturing was tiresome and fruitless. Unfortunately it also gave a good insight into the state of affairs within the various factions of New Eden and thus needed to be read.
The joke that was Revan Neferis had died down a little, partly thanks to her sycophantic cronies entering into the circus surrounding Tomahawk Bliss. She'd heard the rhyming slang phrase 'taking the Tomahawk' and found it ever more appropriate with each post he made.
The usual death threats from the Caldari overloyalists had clamed for a bit, but they'd be back soon, and then there was that Rodj vs Meklon thread wherein -EM- raised it's public profile a little and PIE Inc took note.
She wondered when the CVA would bring it on.
The empty mug was placed down beside the screen and Ysolde rubbed her eyes. She needed a momentary break from the next item on the list.
There was news of the NMTZ war with the Merc corp TNT. The merc corp that contained a worryingly large number of former -EM-, now trigger happy and ISK-osessed: willing to kill absolutely anyone for a bit of an adrenaline rush or to feed an alcohol habit. Whilst others shouted about how traitorous they were, angry over the percieved betrayal, Ysolde felt only pity for them. Pity that they'd been reduced to pathetic junkies craving that next hit. There wouldn't be any hesitation to fire if they attacked -EM-.
Ysolde had had enough for now and flicked off the GalNet, instead browsing through the various Federation newsfeeds about other current events. There was a program that aired daily about the celebratory activities of New Eden's cultures, and today's short mentioned a festival that was celebrated thousands upon thousands of years ago during the winter season of the earliest recorded settlements. The Yuletide feasts were posited to be a way of driving back the bitter cold of the weather and bringing cheer and joy to the people struggling to survive. Later, it was combined with a celebration of economy and industry with extensive gift-giving and a goodwill-inspired boost to the fledgling planetary market economies.
There was evidence to suggest that in some cultures, this event was tied to the existance of a divine representative brought to lead the people - perhaps unified under a single corporate entity - and it certainly wasn't the Amarrian Emperor. Naturally, the Amarr had decried it as a godless heresy.
There was something about driving away the depression of a harsh seasonal environment, the hope that someone could lead people to a better existance and the celebrations and feasting that Ysolde appreciated. Faith and festivities - though run through the filter of corporate consumerism, or so the program reported.
Rummaging around in the drinks cabinet in her small lounge, Ysolde found a bottle of gluwinn. It was a traditional Matari recipie made of wines and spices and had been mentioned in the program as having been drunk hot with slices of naranj fruit.
A toast was made to an old festival that celebrated celebrating, and narked off the Amarr to boot.
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