The Universe's Mixer

It was another beautiful day in the City. Actually, almost every day had the same perfect weather, but Dinah didn't want to think about that right now. She also didn't want to think about the fact that Bruce was gone and they still hadn't Fred or the gigantic frog that could be Fred. No, what she needed was a walk to clear her head. Maybe she was even hoping that she'd spot a certain gigantic frog in the park. It couldn't hurt after all.

Instead, she passed by a woman with a group of dogs and something very strange happened. Dinah wasn't really sure what happened because it was like something came over her, but before she knew it, she had two of those dogs attached to her by a leash. She looked down at the cuff that had attached itself to her wrist and tugged at it. There had to be some mistake here, didn't there? When she realized that she couldn't detach the cuff/leash combo from her wrist, she looked over at the apparent owner of the dogs in some confusion.

"I'm sorry, but I seem to have gotten attached to some of your dogs."

There was a question in her voice, but a lack of suspicion. While anything was possible, including this woman being the cause of her getting attached to two rambunctious dogs, it was just as likely that the City was behind it.

And speaking of the City... Dinah spotted a piece of paper taped to a bench. She was fairly sure that paper hadn't been there before. She moved a little closer and read out loud: "One time you could have a sip of Blood in one corner and talk about ending a few leeches at another. Now you have to make a trip to two places. Try to combine them for one last great night, just don't get (un)dead."

She looked over at the woman, eyebrow quirked.

"I don't suppose you'd know anything about this?"

Another day without her husband. She could feel him somewhere, close by yet so far away. The crone wondered what those kept away were thinking or feeling - she could get some hint of Eric, but he had become more of a constant buzz of emotional white noise. As if the City were trying to spare her somehow. He was there, but not...

She groaned softly at herself. Being the lost little woman was not what she was, and she wouldn't have any of it. With a determined hmph, she got out of bed, got dressed and headed out. There was one she'd cursed recently, and she was curious to see how he was coming.

The City had told her where he might be, and she didn't think twice of her desire to check the place out. It was her doing the job properly, or somewhat properly. The plan had been to head there, but the City kept moving around - more so than normal.

Finally with a soft stomp of her dainty foot - sandaled as it usually was - she stopped in front of a coffee shop. "That is enough. I will go see whom I wish." She could have done a small sweep of the City for her magic, or for the cursed one in question; she would have known then that the doctor was no longer in residence, but she was trying to do this the polite way?

Her brows furrowed a little as she felt a push from an unseen hand. Magic/instinct kicked in, and she started floating. Her brow rose, but rather than fight the invisible force, she floated where it guided. Surely the City knew that even with her change in heart, it might not be wise in making her do anything. The outcome was still unpredictable. Hopefully if someone was on the other end of this invisible path...they were ready for an angry sorceress.