The Oyster Bar had been an iconic piece of both Grand Central Terminal and Manhattan - Rhiow had lost count of the number of times she'd slipped into the kitchen to beg quietly for a piece of tuna, or some of the shellfish the bar was named for ( Read more... )

The fight on the planet had gone rather poorly for Rhiow - some well-meaning but wholly ignorant tourist had scooped her up to toss her with the rest of the planet's animals, thinking she was someone's pet. It had been the work of moments to work a short-transit out of there, but with the Ohm numbers so thick and with her separated from the crew, ( Read more... )

It was far from the only place in the city that had been scarred by the battle with the Nightmare King. Pieces of buildings lay crumbled all around, the streets were strewn with debris and navigating the city was... hazardous ( Read more... )

Rhiow sat in the middle of the main concourse of Grand Central Station, occasionally turning her head to speak into her omnicomm. She waited patiently, her tail curling slowly as she switched it, for people to arrive ( Read more... )

Sandwiched in between a temple Rhiow hadn't recognized and a cathedral she thought she had was the gleaming facade of Grand Central Station, with its clock ticking away, Mercury above it with his sandal-wings outspread. The door to the main concourse was unlocked of course - it never stopped moving, after all ( Read more... )