Who: Berto (Narrative / Open) NPCs: New Yorkers When: Tuesday, October 18th, 2010, lunch time Where: New York: Streets Of What: Roberto doesn't need to walk to a restaurant where he'll be having lunch -- but sometimes he does it anyway. Any reason sometimes to get out of the office. Rating: G
Roberto didn’t need to be out in New York, walking to the restaurant that he was planing on having lunch in. The air was a little brisk today, and really Roberto had people that he paid to drive him from place to place -- and cab fare was really not an issue either. But he wanted to stretch his legs, and more importantly he wanted out of his office.
Sometimes (a lot of the time) Roberto needed a break. There had also been some tension in the office since the mutants of the world had randomly swapped powers (and some previously non powered people had gotten powers). The general underlying feeling seemed to be that mutants were trouble. And possibly -- bad for business. There stock had taken a few hits since the whole power thing, but Roberto was confidant that it was just a market fluctuation.
Still . . . he was glad that the Halloween Party that was in the works would have many a mutant guest. He really had to make sure that Sam came to New York -- who didn’t love Sam? Sam was like the poster boy for non threatening polite mutants! Yes, Roberto did want to see his best friend, but it was just a bonus that he thought he could get some good mutant PR out of it as well.
Walking a little faster, Roberto shoved his hands into the pocket of his coat. He really needed to invest in some gloves . . . he was already dreading this coming winter, and making plans to spend as much time as he could in warmer climates. After all what was the point of having a private jet if you didn’t fly to find the sun?
He should have been paying more attention to the here and now, and not thinking about the future and the sun. Because he didn’t see the puddle on the sidewalk in front of him (windows of the building he was walking by had been cleaned, and there had been some water gathered) and his foot went into. Getting his shoe wet, and dampening the hem of his pants.
Not a big deal. But one that made Roberto scowl, and curse under his breath in Portuguese. He shook his foot out, and thought about beaches and bikinis as a gust of particularly cold wind hit him.