#itsnyc.start

Fallon was still getting used to how things were done at this shop, how they operated without detection and so far he was enjoying it all, he was doing well, or so it seemed. He was looking for some parts in a bin when he heard someone come into the shop “hey, what can I help you with?” he greeted before looking over towards the garage door entrance to look at who just came in.

She sighed after she took a second to admire herself in a mirror. "You know it is so tough to look good in everything." Carmen thought out loud, not even realizing someone was near her. "If only I didn't need to bundle up for this terribly cold weather."

Chess was locking up the bar for a lunch break, the place wasn’t exactly poppin midday on a tuesday so he could get away with it. He made his way across the street to this little deli he enjoyed grabbing french onion soup, he basically lived off of it.

Unfortunately the place was so small there was no tables and he sat on the curb outside the building, watching the cars whizz past as he ate his soup. He wasn’t paying much attention when a car drove by too fast in a puddle and completely drenched him, but worse, ruining his soup. “Oh what the fuck!” he groaned and angerly tossed his soup on the sidewalk “my fucking soup! asshole!” he cursed at the car that was long gone.

Welcome to the Empire City, [ARTEMIS ADAMS]. We hope you are finding everything okay because we know that this city can be difficult to explore. We heard that you are a/an [THIRTY-FIVE] year old who is a/an [ARCHIVIST AT AMERICAN MUSUEM OF NATURAL HISTORY] and identifies as [SHE/HER], is that true? If so it totally makes sense since people would associate [WHEN WE WERE YOUNG BY ADELE] with you. You’ve been here since [THIRTY-FIVE YEARS] and nobody has told you that you look exactly like [CRYSTAL REED]?!

Aleksei was always on the hunt for the next best business opportunity, so when the chance to own the club Sapphire, he jumped at it, knowing he already did a bunch of business through the club he figured it would make sense. After a work meeting with his staff he placed himself on one of the sofa’s with a bottle of expensive whiskey, sipping at it as he watched the room, figuring out everyone’s dynamic. Looking over he noticed someone else and decided to spark up a conversation “are you a regular?” he inquired.