Re: Breakfast!glacial_witchAugust 26 2009, 21:48:43 UTC
Karla sat down to a hearty breakfast of ice cream and...some kind of delicious light, golden, fluffy things. They smelled divine, whatever they were.
"Oh! Can I use my new syrup on these?" she asked eagerly. Dinah had said it was for breakfast foods. She called in her bottle of real, Canadian maple syrup.
Re: Breakfast!gothamlightsAugust 26 2009, 21:54:42 UTC
Alfred blinked, nodded urbanely, and said, "You might enjoy it more with butter as well as syrup? But either is perfectly acceptable, Miss Karla." He gave her bottle a thoughtful look. "You should probably be quite careful when exercising that ability in public here, I'm afraid."
Afternoon!blondecanaryAugust 26 2009, 06:17:49 UTC
Oooo. Helena left her motorcycle in the garage at Barbara's place.
Silly, silly Helena.
And look, the Pier! With a Boardwalk and carnival games and really terrible junk food!
Not to mention Old Gotham on the way back, with some of the wrecked and beautiful resort buildings that were sunk in the earthquake more than a decade ago.
Re: Afternoon!blondecanaryAugust 26 2009, 16:34:02 UTC
"The Triumph Rocket III," Dinah said in worshipful tones. "Brand new. She got it in April. Taught me how to drive it in July." Dinah grinned at Priestly. "Helmet!"
Dinner where? Back at the Clocktower? Or out at some impressive eatery? Then go to the Dark Horse, where Helena works as a bartender? And try to scam your way in?
Ride the monorail?
Jump off the Clocktower later in the evening with wings or a zipline?
Re: Late Night; Dinah's roomglacial_witchAugust 27 2009, 05:31:38 UTC
Karla couldn't sleep. Even with the money she'd liberally handed out to whomever asked, she still felt like there was more she could be doing for Dinah's city. Sure, the people she'd given money to might be better off for awhile, but that wouldn't help the city overall. And Karla wanted to help. They were Dinah's people.
More than anything else, the images of violence were the ones that had stuck longest in Karla's mind. They called up memories of Glacia in a way that the images of crushing poverty and despair didn't. She found herself wanting to bring justice to the people here in a way she couldn't back home. The scene with those males dragging another into the alley and beating him just kept playing over and over in her mind. The pimp and his whore. The crying children. The screaming young witches who begged to be released...
Creating a small ball of witchlight, Karla got out of bed and called in a frame and some spidersilk. She had an idea.
Re: Late Night; Dinah's roomglacial_witchAugust 27 2009, 05:37:06 UTC
"Shh, go back to sleep." Karla soothed, winding the anchor lines around certain points in the frame. "Everything's okay. I'm being helpful. I have an idea for the city."
Somewhere in Kaeleer, both Morton and Saetan looked up and shivered.
Choose your own adventure, guys. :> Ping in, say where you wanna be, or something else entirely, and I and/or Alfred will zip along. If you want Barb or Helena, ping down here, I think.
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At least if Helena doesn't get it first. Even if she doesn't live here.
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"Oh! Can I use my new syrup on these?" she asked eagerly. Dinah had said it was for breakfast foods. She called in her bottle of real, Canadian maple syrup.
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Gibson's! With a secret passage in a collectibles and comic book store to a pool parlour and all-ages bar.
Maybe hit up that hot-dog cart for lunch?
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Silly, silly Helena.
And look, the Pier! With a Boardwalk and carnival games and really terrible junk food!
Not to mention Old Gotham on the way back, with some of the wrecked and beautiful resort buildings that were sunk in the earthquake more than a decade ago.
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Couldn't be that hard to figure out, though, right?
This would possibly end in tears.
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Ride the monorail?
Jump off the Clocktower later in the evening with wings or a zipline?
And collapse back in the guest rooms?
It's all good.
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More than anything else, the images of violence were the ones that had stuck longest in Karla's mind. They called up memories of Glacia in a way that the images of crushing poverty and despair didn't. She found herself wanting to bring justice to the people here in a way she couldn't back home. The scene with those males dragging another into the alley and beating him just kept playing over and over in her mind. The pimp and his whore. The crying children. The screaming young witches who begged to be released...
Creating a small ball of witchlight, Karla got out of bed and called in a frame and some spidersilk. She had an idea.
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Somewhere in Kaeleer, both Morton and Saetan looked up and shivered.
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*already having way too much fun*
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Okay, not yet. But maybe soon.
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You, Priestly, and probably Edward....
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