London Bridge is falling down...

[genequeen]

Madelyne Pryor stands on the midspan of the Tower Bridge, looking down at the Thames, deep in thought. There is a soft sigh from her as she looks at the water, trying to think of what comes next in this great and grand plan she's come up with. Right now, as it is, she can go back to New York and start working on changing things from the inside

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[britains_best]

After that Doombot exposed his eyepatch for the needless accessory it was--by all but putting his eye out, the tosser--Pete Wisdom has finally been released from the hospital.

His first stop? The pub. One a bit classier than the kind he frequents, but liquor is liquor no matter where you go.

"Right then, let's start with a scotch."

[genequeen]

Madelyne's been nursing her second pint for awhile. The first one went fast. This one is taking a litle more time. She wouldn't mind being tipsy but full out drunk is probably not her best idea. The man with the eye patch gets her attention.

He's new and he's thinking about Doombots. That'll get her attention. Telepathy isn't her strong skill but she can at least montior for interesting tidbits.

[britains_best]

The man with the eyepatch takes his first scotch in record time, but gives himself a few minutes before starting on his second. Let the alcohol catch up to him before he ends up piss-drunk.

Last bloody time I help Braddock or his X-twits for anything...Couldn't even take a bloke to the hospital, hadda call the bloody medics myself.

Pete's never been one for thinking quietly.

[genequeen]

Oh? Oh.

Madelyne slips up off of her seat and makes her way to the seat next to the man with the eye patch. There is a small smile for him as she settles in with her pint.

[genequeen]

It takes awhile for them to get there - taxis and London being what they are. Once out of the cab, Madelyne allows Pete Wisdom lead the way. She could just pluck the where of things out of his head but that is no way to gain a new ally.

Normally, at least.

[britains_best]

He considers taking the stairs, since he hasn't had nearly enough alcohol to impair his motor skills, but she may not quite have his tolerance. Even though he's only second-story, he calls the elevator.

His coat is tossed across a chair and his tie comes off just as quickly.

"You mind if I smoke," he asks as he goes to the kitchen. Fresh pub visit or no, you don't discuss business without a drink.

[genequeen]

"It is your place." Madelyne smiles faintly at that, "Far be it from me to tell you you can't smoke in your own apartment."

Madelyne doesn't appear to be more than a bit tipsy. It doesn't seem to be imparing her at all. Making her way inside, she heads to a place to sit.

[britains_best]

"Always ask. Gotta be polite to a lady, they say."

He pulls a chair up to the table before pouring them each a drink.

"So, what sort of job is this supposed to be?"