The Red Queen's off with her head...

[talkbackwards]

Ronnie Thorne isn't exactly at her happiest right now. Currently she's sprawled across a park bench on her stomach, smoking a cigarette and glowering at the passers-by, occasionally nudging their emotions this way and that if they bother to meet her eyes. It's not really all that effective, but it's enough to make a few businessmen on their way

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[worseforfears]

Becky's not been too pleased herself. Ran out of smack. Got waylaid by Calisto when she went out looking for Ronnie. Things she... really doesn't want to think about.

So she's out again, needing and wanting and looking for anyone who can give her a break and save her from reality for a little while.

And though she hasn't seen her, she's not far from Ronnie and her bench.

[talkbackwards]

Ronnie closes her eyes and lets her mind wander, because she's getting bored pestering businessmen. What she needs is something really distracting, and there are always junkies in parks. It's a natural law of the universe.

She frowns a little when her searching snags on an oddly familiar tumult of emotions. To her, emotions have cadence just like voices and, because of that, she can pick familiar emotional patterns out of a crowd. She opens her eyes again and spots Becky.

Oh fun. And just as much of a mess as usual. Maybe this is her lucky day after all.

She climbs off the bench and crushes out her cigarette. "Hey, chickadee!" She calls out to Becky, giving her a friendly wave.

Yep. Friendly. As friendy as your local drug dealer who happens to be a emotion-hungry demon can be, of course.

[worseforfears]

Chickadee. That's a new one for Becky - she can't remember being called that... pretty much ever. But she looks over and sees Ronnie, so...

She can pretty much forgive any odd nickname the woman chooses to give her.

She smiles back, sort of, crookedly and not at all convincingly. "Hey. Didn't expect to see you here." Hoped, distantly, but really didn't expect.

[talkbackwards]

Ronnie shoves her hands in her pockets and shrugs. "Old neighborhood went to hell, so I had to move up in the world." She gives the area a rather disdainful look. "Personally I don't like all this poshy-posh bullshit, but I have to go where the people are."

It's not really all that posh, but when you're used to the slums, it's a bit... Much. Not that she's never worked in higher class places (places that would make this area look like the boonies), she just doesn't like it much.

She senses the hope and that gets her grinning as she strides over to her. "Were you looking for me? Be honest now."

Because, you know, she'll have a vague idea if she's lying. Emotions always get rather funny when someone lies. That and given Becky's current state of emotional unrest, it's pretty much obvious. Junkies are so easy to read- that's why she likes them.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh actually does know better than to leave the hotel on her own. She's heard all the things that have happened to people who have, and seen what happened to the Doctor, but...

Torchwood doesn't exactly train you to stay put and keep your head down. And she certainly would have brought Owen along, if she could only find him, but as he seems to have pulled one of the disappearing acts he's gotten very fond of lately...

Well, at least she's got a gun with her. And she's not far from the hotel, just wandering around the park with a... device of some sort in her hands, staring intently at it. The device looks, actually, a bit like it was cobbled together from a Walkman and various other electronic bits. (It was.) For the moment, she takes no notice of the girl sprawled on the bench, just another part of the scenery.

[talkbackwards]

Ronnie might have brushed her off on any other day- the nerdy types aren't exactly the easiest to nudge, considering they like their brain cells. However, today she's bored and she doesn't have to use drugs to play. She just prefers things that way.

"You late for the science fair or something?" She calls out to her to get to her attention, gesturing a little to the device in her hands.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh glances up sharply at the voice, somewhat startled at being addressed. People tend not to take notice of her, which is really the way she prefers it most of the time.

"Oh... no. I just needed to test this..." She gestures vaguely with her free hand at the Walkman, and the in-ear headphones attached to it - one of them is in her ear, the other dangling from the cord so she could keep an ear out for... Well. Any potential danger.

[talkbackwards]

Ronnie gets that from her emotions- the shyness, her preference for blending into the crowd. It's what holds her interest and gets her off the bench and striding over to her to get a closer look at the device.

"Well I admire your dedication to the classics." She hasn't seen anyone using a Walkman in years. "So what is it exactly? I'm going to assume it doesn't play music."

And as she's saying this, she gives a little mental nudge- an attempt to toy with her emotions just enough to convince her that she's not a threat at all and it's perfectly okay to tell her.