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[felis_umbra]

Characters: Kitty and Open
Time: Morning
Location: The Blackstone lobby
Content: Watch out for falling mutants
Format: Prose
Warnings: None as of yet

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[agentphones]

When you were trying to psyche yourself up for another day of this city, there were a few things that aided your readiness, and others that distracted from it. Happening to catch sight of a young woman plummeting from ceiling to floor, without sign of entrance nor exit, was hard to define as one or the other. Spin stared at the place where he could have sworn he saw the girl fall through, then down at his coffee. Around here, who knew what was really the result of not getting enough sleep or not?

The answer to that, though, was answered quickly enough, when she entered once more through the polished marble of the lobby floor, pulling herself up through it with an expression indicating that such experiences were a mild annoyance.

This place really attracted all kinds, Spin figured.

He took a quick few steps after her as she made her way towards the stairs, coffee in hand. "Hey--you all right, Miss? That, uh..." He waved a vague hand. "That looked like a kinda nasty fall."

[felis_umbra]

"Aside from a majorly bruised ego? Totally fine," said Kitty. She ran a hand through her hair- or started, until her hand was stopped by a particularly nasty tangle, and she had to pull a bit. Sigh.

"Sorry if I startled you. I normally have better control than that," she said, sheepishly. "I'm Kitty, by the way. Kinda new here."

[agentphones]

"Spin. Nice to meet you, weird circumstances as they are." He grinned, offering a hand. "Most people around here are on the new side, so at least you've got company on that side of things, huh?" He had no place to start asking questions about wallwalking; it was easier to just start taking things in stride, he'd found quite some time ago.

[felis_umbra]

"For me? This really isn't all that weird," she admitted with a bit of a forced laugh, shaking the offered hand. "Hopefully the falling through floors thing doesn't become commonplace. I mean, I /can/ normally do that, move through solid matter, but I usually have better control." She shrugs a little. "Universe lag or something." That was her excuse, and she was sticking to it.