What's it gonna take to drop this town?

[takethechase]

Portia Kilgaur is taking her morning coffee in Grant Park, brooding over the responses to last night's journal entry and the messages that got left for her this morning at the office. Some of them were damn cryptic--she'll have to chase down the obvious leads first. Not like she has tons of time to do that

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[burnslikesnow]

Metis is back in Grant Park for no reason other than it interests him, and he hasn't found a permanent residence yet, so he has no reason not to be here. He is walking his cat, Onigiri--rather, he is walking and the cat just happens to be keeping pace with him--and is passing near Portia when he hears her speak.

And oh what a way of speaking. Metis loves hearing the different ways that people talk, and he is always mentally taking note of conversations around him. He decides that someday he needs to have a character use the phrase "looking for a match in a fuckin' dynamite stack" someday.

He pauses, tilts his head at her and smiles. "It's only really dangerous if the match is lit. Or if the dynamite is old. It starts sweating nitroglycerin when it starts decomposing."

[takethechase]

Portia eyes him and files him away in the "probably won't need my taser to end this conversation" category. "You learn that shit from LOST? Black Rock and all that, gave that motherfucker up when I moved here. Too much to do. Did a cat in heat piss on you or is that animal yours?"

[burnslikesnow]

"LOST?" Metis looks rather confused for a second. "Oh. The TV show? No, sorry, I don't watch much TV." Metis actually can't remember when he last even owned one. "No, I got that one from my father. He was in Vietnam, learned some...interesting things."

It was his brother in Vietnam, actually, but this woman feels like a supernatural, and he doesn't trust them much more than he trusts humans.

"Onigiri? He's mine. Or I'm his, if you ask him."

[takethechase]

"A city-dweller who doesn't watch much TV. You either live in a commune or can't pay your bills." She gives the cat a rather put-out look, like it tried to leave a dead mouse on her pillow. "Charmin'. Never much liked..." Animals. "Cats."