Defective Wolf

He sat down across from her, and took the offered plate with a smile in her direction. "It's funny that in all places we would meet first, it is here. Eating." The kitchen was busy connecting foodies. It was amusing. "I must say, it looks nice." He spoke softly, before using his fork to take a bite.

"I mean, many of history's greatest situations happened over food. Not to mention the idea in most cultures of hospitality involving feeding your guests."

"I hope not. Though now I'm worried. If I did lose someone, will I remember who they are?" The wolf shivered a bit at the realization. But she just as quickly steeled herself. That was something she'd have to just deal with.

His co-star. She was beautiful. She still carried the nerves of a newbie, and those were not lost on him. They were both endearing and refreshing. Haru believed that once people were in the spotlight enough, it began to change them.

"Yep, Hot Dish. Just a bunch of things baked in the oven. Though I just went with an old standard. Just some green beans, ground beef, a little cheddar cheese, some carrots, and a binder of cream of mushroom soup. All topped with tater tots. Basically a Beef Pot Pie without pie crust." She sat it down on a nearby table and cut him a piece, after grabbing a small paper plate and a fork from the catering table.

Felix couldn't help but laugh when she said craft services did miracles. "You're gonna be really blown away by the dinning options here in town if you think a buffet table is a miracle." She was obviously very green and Felix knew he'd need to adjust his sense of humor a little. Since he didn't want her to feel like he was making fun of her, because he wasn't. It was cute.

"If only. Rapid City doesn't sleep just because of a bit of snow. And no, but it's easy to make so it's a frequent visitor to our dinner tables back home. And I don't think you need to watch your figure that much. Back home, mama would likely tell you that you're too skinny."

Tesla shook her head. "Oh, I don't think I could compete with what they do, I assure ya. They do miracles. I just got nervous and wanted a taste of home. And it's much too hot here for Chili and Cinnamon Rolls."

It was rare for Lorenzo to be hired on as security on set. More often then not he was hired to keep an eye on someone specifically. But he didn't mind the change of pace. In fact this sort of gig was usually easier. He was there to escort actors to and from the set if needed, and made sure no one got onto the set who wasn't meant to be there.

When she heard the familiar voice, she felt tears well up in her eyes with relief. "I was caught in some of the blasts," she starter reaching up to catch a stray tear that was falling from her eye. "The first one I got caught in made me go crazy and siphon people, like I couldn't stop myself. The next one made me blind, and the one after that threw me through a window display and I cracked by back on the counter inside so now I can't use my legs and I'm stuck is this stupid.....fucking wheelchair," she ranted, putting a hand over her mouth at the use of a word she hardly ever used.

“I was in a coma and suffered temporary memory loss until the last moon. So I can’t say I can really relate. But I can help you get the ones you want. Are you permanently bound, or just temporarily injured?” Tesla stopped for a moment.

“Maybe. Or I just need to get to know people again.” The pup shrugged, and sighed. “No use worrying about it.” The gesture was unusually emotive for Tesla. “Though I hope you didn’t lose anyone close to you, Sena. That would be sad.”

"Probably!" Mathias responded. He also forgot names, and faces, a lot. Things like that just weren't deemed important to his subconscious. He shook the escort's hand, "Great, I won't have sex with you. If that's alright". Not that he actually cared if the escort was upset with that, but he had learned it was normal to say so first.

Mathias stood in front of the Bordel, watching clients and escorts walk in and out of the building. He wasn't one to partake in escorts, considering how protected they were, but he was bored and his boredom was starting to eat at him. He needed something to do before he did something bad.

Tesla knew this person, but only slightly. They had only met once back during the last Ostara Festival. But she was still having issues remembering some people. Especially ones she'd only met a few times or less.

"Oh...I-I'm sorry. But I guess that was a blessing in disguise? Everything that happened was a total mind fuck. I'll never forget the things I saw that day." She was taken off guard for a moment by how direct the other woman was. Harlow took a small breath and realized the woman in front of her was a wolf. She was starting to get better at sniffing people out althought Cthonics and Elysians were still a bit of a mystery.

"I'm Tesla. I've been here since I was two, so three years. Don't remember any attack though. And people that I should know are strangers like you." Piece of Cake was familiar to the young wolf somehow. But then her attention moved mostly to a shirt that was made of a very thin, smooth, shiny material. The pup only gave Harlow part of her attention as she ran the fabric through her hands. The feel of it intrigued the pup.

"We've met a few times before. But there's no need to apologize." She couldn't fault someone for any injuries they had sustained, it wasn't as though the girl had done it on purpose. "I'm Sena.." She reintroduced herself. She turned to the shelves to begin grabbing the items that were on the list. Thankfully all of them were already made items, it would have taken more time than normal to make anything.

@covairecitystarters The after math of the bombings had left Harlow's head spinning. She'd never experienced anything like it before. Although she spent her teenage years scared out of her wits by what she had thought were hallucinations from sleep paralysis, the bombings had unlocked a fear she never thought she'd feel. She'd been lucky in that she'd gotten out with a few scrapes and bruises, nothing super major. She had a scratch above her right eye that was surrounded by a green bruise, she had bruises going up and down her arms, dotting her legs here and there. She'd rolled her ankle running from downtown and back to her flat, so she had a slight limp.

Tesla was busying herself trying on a jacket that had caught the puppy's eye when the stranger had called to her. The werewolf took a deep breath in through her nose, the scent from the other female fully unfamiliar.