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Artemis comes in the front door, tugging a bandanna down from the lower half of her face. The smell of smoke clings to her hair and clothes. Someone has been home.
(Athens is, strictly speaking, her sister's city, but Artemis has never been big on boundaries.)
She plunks down on a bar stool and orders whiskey, pulling her hair (mostly) down out of its sloppy up-do. This makes it look closer to an upside-down do, but she doesn't seem to notice. She wants a drink and a shower, and hopefully some decent conversation in between.
[ooc: post open until Saturday or it's off the front.]
(Athens is, strictly speaking, her sister's city, but Artemis has never been big on boundaries.)
She plunks down on a bar stool and orders whiskey, pulling her hair (mostly) down out of its sloppy up-do. This makes it look closer to an upside-down do, but she doesn't seem to notice. She wants a drink and a shower, and hopefully some decent conversation in between.
[ooc: post open until Saturday or it's off the front.]