It's not idle curiosity that brings Michael down to the lobby, and from there to the Portal Room. She doesn't have anything that could be classified as second sight, but there are certain messages she is more than capable of receiving, as it were.

And so it is that she greets the message NO DESTINATIONS AVAILABLE with a remarkable lack of surprise ( Read more... )

Big gold eyes stare out over the city from the roof of the hotel. Ein is next to her trying to stand up high enough to see out too. She's paying him no mind. This isn't one of the places she's really explored yet. Her robot friend things are very distracting usually. And the hotel persons. "Ooooooooo. Pretty ( Read more... )

It's a typical, even stereotypical scene, and that's the reason Bruce has established it this way. The newspaper open on the table in front of him, the hot cup of coffee, everything down to the choice of suit and tie say something. Or they would in Gotham; there, they'd be exuding an air of importance, of confidence, of someone who believes he and ( Read more... )

The box with the moving picture fascinates him. He's never seen anything like these before. One of the benefits of being here, he's decided, is the chance to study the technology, where "study" is a bit of a loose term. Not being stupid means he can follow along with the drama on the box and the Asteroid Times has something called TV Listings and ( Read more... )

No time like the present, right?

Except there are always things to do: food to buy, corners of the city to explore...not that he's really gone much into the city since running into Michael that one time.

Angels. Isn't that just perfect. Still, with the existence of demons, he supposes the forces of good must have some sort of representation ( Read more... )

For all that her recent assignment has necessitated remaining in one city for large swathes of time, Michael still chafes at remaining stationary. This world is such that she almost feels more comfortable limiting herself to the moment she's in right now, the body that closes up the burning truth of her in flesh and blood and bone ( Read more... )

He stops on a corner to light a cigarette, leaning the Punisher up against a building behind him. The hotel is somewhere a few blocks back, around a few corners and down a street or two--he's got a good idea of where it it but doesn't remember exactly which turns he took to get here. It's not like Mei or April are really planned cities, not like ( Read more... )

Frak.When her eyes open, she's not falling. She's on solid ground, orange-brown dusty ground littered with rocks and boulders, and she's being dragged. Her legs are tangled up in her parachute, and the wind's strong enough that it's dragging her along ( Read more... )

Last time the theme was winter. There were faux icicles, snow, and all the accompanying landscaping. This time, he thinks summer. The lounge has been transformed into the tropics: palm trees, sand. No ocean -- some things are beyond even his means and he doesn't want to have to maintain a glamor like that for the duration of the party -- but fans ( Read more... )

It's quiet on the roof, and as open as an enclosed city on an asteroid gets, which is why Michael has made herself comfortable, perched lightly on the edge with her legs hanging down. She doesn't bother swinging them, it would be wasted motion ( Read more... )