Repose

[Text: Isaiah B]
[During this.]

You're meeting me at the carnival in 5 minutes. If you even think of arguing with me? I will shoot you.

[Gwen R]

How are you feeling after the placement?

[Public, as anonymous]

Numbers. [And a link to this.]

[The day after this, shipped directly to the bar, addressed to Artemis Scarlet.

It comes with no note inside. All things considered, to most anyone it would appear to be a mis-shipped box.]

Who: Cat & Isaiah
What: Dinner
Where: The Diner
When: Thursday
Warnings/Rating: TBD

Cat wasn't exactly in the mood to go out, and that was precisely why she was going. Oh, she liked Isaiah quite a bit, and it wasn't that she had any complaints about the company. No, you see, Cat had been licking her wounds. She'd spent the hours since the party holed up in the little house behind the bar. She didn't even make the drive to the city, where hedonism lived in excess, and where she could drape herself in feel-better diamonds. No, she slept, and she berated herself, and she let her self-esteem tank.

And then, eventually, she picked herself up.

Skin-tight jeans, a black tunic, stilettos, and her hair was pulled back and curling along her shoulders. True to her word, she walked to the diner. No point in pulling out the bike or the hemi, and the weather was mild. It was in the 70s at night, and Cat didn't even feel the exertion. She'd been climbing buildings in heels by the time she hit puberty, and this flat stretch of sidewalk was nothing special.

The diner wasn't anything special, either. But this wasn't that kind of night. Hedonism? Didn't come with a blue-plate special. This was about facing the world, walls back in place and nothing to see here. The woman that pushed open the door of the diner, she was confidence with red lips and a feline sway. Hello, world. She had this covered.

Does anyone know how I can contact the woman who runs around in a latex catsuit?

Parties in this town always that strange?

[After he wanders in to see what's going on at the rec center.]

So when I overhear that the town's getting some big to-do because of all the "hardships" it's had lately, that's probably something I should be worried about, right?

Does anyone know that fiddler around town? I meant to offer him a gig at the carnival, but he was gone before I could finish my coffee.

Who: Cat and Isaiah
What: Recon and serving the man a drink
Where: The Cat
When: Dusk
Warnings/Rating: J for Johnny Cash and B for Bob Dylan

Cat was back on her feet, and she was back at work. She didn't have a military assignment at the moment, and she knew the team was still being constructed, so she'd gone back to doing what she always did. She was at the bar, dressed in skintight jeans and a black tank. Her boots were worth a fortune, and her lips were tinted break-the-bank red. Johnny Cash was singing alongside Bob Dylan on the night's song queue, and the bar was quiet.

It was early yet, and the men and women that worked in the Capital and commuted? They weren't in yet for their nightly drinks. The cops were probably still filling out paperwork, and it was too early for date nights. Cat loved these hours best in the bar. It was before the staff came in, and it was before the buzz of voices filled the air. The music echoed off the bright wood, and Cat was leaning on the bar, an Old Fashioned waiting for her to sip from.

When it was like this? She got a little lost in thought, though she wouldn't admit to that. Her? Think? Honestly. But she'd gotten word of a new man with a lab in the science facility. Archibald Black, and that name was familiar. Too familiar, even though she couldn't put a face with the name. It was a name she was fairly sure she'd heard spoken by Calvin Bishop. Ah, and that made her think of Isaiah B, because Cat? She didn't believe in coincidences anymore. Well, maybe she never had. She thought about Helena, and she worried about Damian, and she wondered about Matt, and she tried not to think about Steve.

So, all things considered? She was very happy when the bar's front door opened. Anything to steal her away from her thoughts. She took a swallow of her drink, and she smiled her lush proprietor's smile. "What can I get you?"

Who: Isaiah and Helena
What: First night in a new town
Where: The 24-hour grocery store
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: I don't anticipate it?

( He didn't have much to lose at the moment )

I would like a cat or a dog.