#igotus

The entrance to the studio is an absolute disaster. It’s a mechanism of controlled chaos that she would be more distressed by if there wasn’t the sneaking suspicion that she might have done it herself. After all, Miriam can use her powers at any time, including those where she may not be as in tune with herself than she might like. So, she stands, confused and trying to piece back together something that didn’t even happen. 

Drawing in a breath, she runs her fingers over the vines there, tugging at them and trying to determine if she has done this. They’re hard to discern, as these plants aren’t her default, and the sheer lack of any memory is enough to be distressing. 

Checking her phone, Miriam finds that it has at least some signal, and is of some use. Slowly, carefully, she dials a familiar number. 

Don’t mind him; he’s just gonna tag along behind the taller male and  mirror how he’s walking. Chest puffed,  tough face on, and striding-- Or, well, striding as much as he can to keep up with the dude. Gotta entertain himself somehow if he’s back to square one  again.

   Damian was, in every sense of the word, frustrated. It showed in the wrinkle between his eyebrows and in the way he hunched over the wooden railing overlooking the ocean, in the way he clutched the hot cup of chocolate in his gloved hands and stared into the distant horizon. He’d come to the Boardwalk for this scenery, skirting around the ever-present amusement park crowd to keep a solitary vigil by the ocean, just him and his thoughts. But. But. Fate (she could be just as moody as Catwoman, Damian thought bitterly) had had other ideas. As clearly present in the man sitting on a bench only a foot feet down the walk, noisily eating a strange amalgamation of food that made Damian’s vegetarian stomach churn uncomfortably.

Day one in this city and Red Hood was already out on the streets. It was late, probably already past midnight, but he didn’t need to sleep every night. Hadn’t needed to since he was a kid. Especially not when there were things to do. Crime rings to undermine and take over. Goons to shoot with his... BB gun, shit that’s right. But he still had two good fists.

Red Hood dropped in on a small gathering of goons, looking to crash some festival or other. Something about stealing, a big score, easy target. And from what the Red Hood could see, they’d taken a hostage. Not with him around. 

“hold just a moment, darling.” vex offers a small smile at the stranger behind her before turning attention back to the vendor. sure, she’s holding up the line, even trinket notices, and is tugging at her cape with a small and desperate grunt, but they are ripping her off. sure, it’s a festival, but that doesn’t mean their exorbitant prices are justified.

“alright, so you’ll give one to me and my adorable bear, and one for the gentleman behind me: sound far?” of course it did. 

PERSUASION CHECK: 12 + 9 = 21

most likely they were tired of her, so they offered her the treats with a tired sigh. vex smiles, thanks them, and turns around to give the second bag of goodies to eddie.

Dropped for you!

“Thanks for inviting me out. I know I haven’t been great at answering the phone, so sorry ‘bout that.” She’s been tired, taking long shifts and going to bed right afterward, without much to say in terms of her status in the world. Alive or dead, work was work, and Miriam had little mind for anything else as of late. Perhaps it was for the best, going out and getting something done that wasn’t something she just had to do. Recreation was the name of the game. 

It’ll be switched for you!