Characters: Rhyme Bitou and Vriska Serket
When: the evening of
this postWhere: Natural Health Clinic
Rating: PG-13 for Vriska's inevitable language
Summary: Rhyme invites Vriska over for a visit. A somewhat bewildered Vriska accepts.
For all her talk about being incredibly busy and having so many irons in the fire, Vriska was actually kind of looking forward to visiting someone. She told herself it was because Rhyme might be useful in some way, but in truth, it sometimes got lonely only trolling people over the network. Even at home, she didn't really visit people much-- it wasn't really something that trolls did, for the most part, and the only person that she actually had lived near was Equius.
As evening neared and darkness started to fall, Vriska-- who had just woken up about a half-hour earlier-- made her way towards the area of the city where Rhyme had said the clinic was. She passed the walk coming up with fantastic stories of the kinds of things she might pretend that she had blown off to accept the invitation to visit (high-stakes duels! Scaling the wall of the Inner City! Monster fights in the Wastes!), and before she knew it, she was right in front of Rhyme's room door.
She knocked eight times.