#thread: cairo

In another life, she could’ve sustained herself on hero shows alone. Always another civilian to save, another bang-snap-pow of fists to be heard against henchmen…oh, greater suspense had never been known! How could anyone pause an episode, even to run to the bathroom? No! The armlet had to come with you! Pausing! Was! For! The! Weak! Such insurmountable strength was how our Robyn Kane managed the superhuman feat of watching two years-worth of Captain Sun holos in 48 hours - no breaks for eating, showering, or brushing her now fuzzy teeth. And now that the (perhaps less than legally acquired) torrent was over, wow, did zooming around seem a better idea of sleep! A kazoo toot of the Robyn Kane Theme Song™ gave way to a bolt down the hallway, a rumble of the stomach to a detour into the kitchen.

And there, Cairo, someone who’d brought so much joy in Purgatory, who’d been kind and listened to countless stories, who’d been such a good friend. “Guess who!” Robyn slung her palms across the eyes of her favorite chef, displacing the woman’s shirt collar with her forearm, revealing a tattoo that’d been, up until then, unknown to her. She nuzzled the back of Cairo's shirt with her cheek, springing back. “It’s me! Robyn Kane! How do you do?”