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WHO Izette "Izzy" Daniels & Brady Morris
WHERE Brooklyn Museum, Brooklyn
WHEN December 4th, Afternoon
RATING PG
SUMMARY An accidental meeting of half-siblings!
STATUS Incomplete


The Brooklyn Museum is a stately building. It has the sort of governmental look about it, as though it ought to be plopped down by the Washington Mall rather than in New York. It's large, white, and probably could pass for the White House, if you squinted. With Prospect Park right behind it, it's a pretty picturesque locale, though, and the day is not too cold in a coat, scarf, and beanie. It's sunny, but nearing 60° in temperature. Brady sits on the steps outside the museum, finishing off the remains of a cigarette. He doesn't really smoke all that often - not normally. Maybe more around end of November and December. He's a lot more stressed out around this time of year. He's been trying to combat that by just staying really, really busy: too busy to think, too busy to dwell, too busy to remember. Part of this has required reaching out to people he doesn't know. Things went well with Roddy at "J. Edgar." No one had been taken into a back alley and murdered. He hadn't been mugged. It had been a very pleasant experience. Sure, they hadn't talked much. Didn't seem like either of them was much for small talk. So they'd just chatted a little about their thoughts and gone their separate ways once it was over. It was just nice having someone else to go with.

So it has given him a little burst of confidence that meeting people from the GN is not quite as dangerous as he might have otherwise assumed. He's always been a bit titchy about potential stalking, fueled by the divine network. However, he hasn't... Okay, well, at least one person has done him grievous harm, but only one out of a lot who have been pretty cool to him. Anyway, as nerve wracking as it is (he takes another drag), at least, he isn't sitting around at home, thinking about Christmas of all things. Gus is, as he is about most holidays, full of vim and vigor and eager holiday energy. And Brady is just trying to smile and not look like he feels the world is ending. He's too poor to become a drunk, but there are moments that he wishes he could just go out, buy a bottle of something, and be too buzzed to think about the season.

This will be good, though. It's a nice kind of second course to the"J. Edgar" movie. A similar topic, at least, and hopefully just as thoughtful. Well, Brady is sure it will be. At least, the look of it on the web site was pretty cool. He can't imagine being disappointed. He just hopes that the young man? woman? He isn't quite sure. The handle that came up didn't really tell him much about the person behind it. Well, whoever they are, they aren't the crazy serial killer granny running around. He's not really up for dying again, particularly because he expects that there won't be any second chances waiting for him if he does. The third time is going to be the last, and he'd like a few more decades before that happens. He sighs, scratching his unshaven chin, and stubs out the remains of the cigarette, standing, and looking around. A shock of blue hair is visible just over his right eye as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his coat and surveys the area for anyone who looks like they might be looking for someone.