[EVE] Dressing Up

I was half-paying attention when I cracked open the next Winter Nexus prize box.

That’s usually how it goes—expecting boosters, maybe a filament, something practical. Instead, my overview blinked and my inventory populated with something that made me stop cold.

A Men’s Rubedo Richesse Jacket.

I stared at it for a second, then checked the market. Then checked it again, just to be sure I hadn’t misread a decimal or imagined an extra zero. Nope. Very real. Very red. Very fashionable. Very much worth over a hundred million isk.

I snorted. Of course the universe would hand me couture.

There was absolutely no scenario where I was going to wear it. I live in j-space, I smell faintly of gas clouds, and my idea of “dressing up” is remembering to insure my ship. So I did the sensible thing: packed it up carefully and sent it off to my hauler friend with a short note that translated roughly to please turn this into liquid isk before I do something irresponsible.

They were clear across the cluster, but that’s never stopped them before. A quick confirmation ping came back: Gallente-bound, watchful of gankers, all very routine for something that shiny.

I went back to chasing snowstorms and ice chunks, feeling faintly amused. Somewhere out there, a very expensive jacket was about to change hands, and it all started because I clicked a box while distracted.

Winter Nexus really does have a sense of humor.

Fly clever, indeed.