The Universe's Mixer

Gathering the fabric of her long, dark skirt, Mag swept into the comfort of the night. This city was a new one, better than both of the ones from before. The first city was her home, a place she loathed with every fiber of her being and was fortunate enough to escape. The second had been the broken city in which she had ended up after some how leaving her own. This place, this City, had much more potential than both and Mag was grateful for the fortunate of being able to start new. Her life, up to this point, had been interesting. It was a breath of fresh air to be some place that wasn't her home from before the broken world, and she considered herself lucky to have survived such an ordeal as the second. Strange creatures lurked about in that town and time she had previously left behind. Some how the land here seemed a little safer. She wasn't naive to believe that it was without its share of dangers, every place was full of its darkness. Every world had its dark corners, it's back alleys, and it's obsessions.

Her eyes scanned the street as she moved down the sidewalk, the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement being the only true noise that greeted her. The people out and about seemed normal, natural. What Mag considered normal, anyway. Those of her city were obsessed with vanity, and these people weren't like that. It was refreshing. There were no 'chop shops' lining the streets, no tents full of people waiting to change their faces or getting back-alley surgeries. No Zydrate.

She took a breath and her feet carried her from 'Agreeable Apartments' on toward the park where she had been before finding the key in her pocket that worked in a door there. Apartment number one, actually, which was a bit haunting. She had been the number one soprano in the world, and now her assigned quarters had her stationed in the fitting apartment number. The real shock, though, was beyond the closed door. She opened it not knowing what to expect, and then there was her own flat looking back at her. Everything was there, all of her furniture, clothes, accessories....it was the strangest thing. But she wasn't complaining. Having clothes that she knew fit her, her favorite cosmetics and scents to wear, and even a warm bath in her tub...it was a blessing.

The soprano approached the park eagerly. A soft, playful breeze ruffled the fabric of her gown, and a few loose strands of her dark hair that she had pulled into an up-do, though the length of it cascaded down her back and shoulders.

It was time to seize the night, to explore and to see what this city held for her to discover. And she would start in the park, and work her way around accordingly.

They stared at each other, just stared, like identical statues created by a sculptor who had a penchant for Alice in Wonderland. One looked a little thinner than the other, as if she hadn't fed as well, but that would right itself with the bounty that surrounded them.

Now and then one of the curious in the City would come close, and if they were of the same mind being identical they probably, the twins would turn toward the unsuspecting or all too hopeful victim and hiss, showing fangs. As soon as the victim got his/her fill of the vampiric spectacle, said victim would run back to a group for some celebrating or to a table to relish living another day around vampires. There were those who didn't care for the show, but the two statues would just go back to staring at each other.

"Eventually one of us will have to ask who owns the bar." The "healthier" petite blond spoke. She was the Pamela Ravenscroft who'd found her way to the City and the abomination of a bar.

"We both own it, partly. Eric as well." The other petite blond replied. The City blond nodded slightly; there was truth in that. Truth that the City blond had already considered; while she had shared a very amusing moment with her twin, and even her clothes, the survivalist and territorial creature within her wanted to claim the bar for hers and her Maker's own. She knew the woman across the bar from her would feel the same. Even if she was some what disappointed by the mashup.

"Erics as well." The City blond corrected.

"I wonder if they could tell us apart." The "ravaged" blond commented almost idly. The City blond smiled, just a hint of a curved lip.

"Either would if you kept sitting there, not working. There are some clothes in our office; change and get to work. Perhaps we'll see if they'll be able to tell." Both Pams knew their respective Makers could suss out who belonged to whom, but it could be interesting to test them. Either way, they would make do as they always did, only now there were two of them making do instead of the one alone.

Kitty had been running, or falling when she came to or became aware. She ran out to the middle of the street and came to a full stop to stare down a car. The car went right through her; funny that she was phased by the car and all the other cars than the car actually going through her. Items going through her weren't new or strange, but she hadn't expected a teeming city of after everything else. It was almost overwhelming, and X-men didn't get overwhelmed not by city life. She took a deep breath, ignoring the sounds of drivers who were becoming just a little frustrated that the woman wouldn't move.

"Okay, okay, I'm moving." She was more than an X-man. "Really, Kitty? Getting upset by a car?" Someone she loved running through her should have been far more upsetting. It had had a very similar reaction in the stop and stare. The resulting reaction to the stop and stare though had not been the same: one made her heart leap with a hint of pain and confusion, the current was just confusion.

She buried her hands in her pockets, and once she was safely on the sidewalk, she pulled out the contents of said pockets. Rubber band, a ten dollar bill, and a key. And a dog biscuit. She mentally called out for Lockheed, not that she thought he heard her words, but they were connected enough that he seemed to know where she was and that she needed him. The city felt familiar, and his absence, if he was really absent, felt familiar in it.

"Right. So let's get a coffee and find out what exactly is going on. And, possibly stop talking to ourselves in the process." She nodded and started toward the coffee shop not far away. She had a plan of action, and she hoped that at least one of her loves from that broken place was here - wherever here was.