Not evented, because intro. THIS MAY LOOK FAMILIAR.

[ofsexandwar]

[Once again the DR is treated to the sight of a Marlick striding down the corridors of the DR in a suit, looking irritable with a Ryou in their wake. Except this one is in a skirt and heels, with the figure to match. (Should you, uh. Look. She now has a nametag that says "Hello, my name is Luna!" next to her lapel

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[darkblackspace]

*A suit... how snazzy. Someone who might look spooookily familiar is lounging on a nearby bench.*

Going somewhere?

lily-mun has a busy day but she's going to jump in the thread when she can <3

[ofsexandwar]

[Glancing over, her eyes narrow. She approaches Space with a nod to Lily to stay where she is.]

Not at this rate, I'm afraid. Are you - from this area?

[This is really unnerving and not at all what she needs to deal with right now, but she'll smirk and bear it.]

okaay

[darkblackspace]

No. I know my way around by now, though. Are you lost?

*Seems completely unconcerned by the resemblance, if she's even noticed it at all. 8)*

[ofsexandwar]

[Did someone set this up? Or perhaps it's a coincidence. Was she given false directions on purpose....but she can't see any of her known enemies coming up with a scheme that involved finding someone who looked like her.]

Not exactly. Just - received misinformation, I believe.

[Another wary glance about. She's positive this building wasn't so large from the outside, but how can that be?]

[dearkaiserin]

[There's a ~mysterious woman~ lurking about, and from her attire, she...uh. She looks like she knows where you should be heading.]

lily's going to chime in later but for now it's us <3

[ofsexandwar]

[Yes, indeed you do. Smirking, Luna approaches.]

Good, a familiar sight. Where's your manager?

[She doesn't think you're tonight's competition.....she'd thought the man knew better than to let his duelists roam unattended, after all, and she doesn't see anyone who might even be tailing you.]

hehe :3 (1/2)

[dearkaiserin]

[Oh god.

Oh god oh god oh god.

She hasn't been around a promoter in quite a while, so the old reflexes kick in for a moment and she freezes.]

(2/2)

[dearkaiserin]

[She manages to control herself after a moment, and her expression of shock is replaced by one of practiced neutrality.

Although, she's poised to retrieve her knife from her coat if things go wrong.]

Dead, hopefully.

[Or close to it. She'd rather not give another promoter any clues about where he's trapped.]

[suitandhat]

[Why hello there, colleague, you look rather familiar. You'd look more familiar if you weren't a girl, but that's par for the course around here, isn't it.

So, uh, part of Luna's welcome is going to include creepy leering from Promotergirl. Because what better welcome can the DR possibly give her?]

Well hello, there. New?

[ofsexandwar]

[Oh look, we must be in the right area after all.]

Only to this venue. Though I don't believe we've met, Miss....?

[She'll be reaching for one of her own business cards.]

[suitandhat]

['Venue'... heh.]

Hat Girl. Though I'm afraid I find myself without a business card at this exact moment, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

[ofsexandwar]

[Well, that's a - descriptive title, she supposes. Luna reaches past one set of business cards and selects another, handing a card to her new acquaintance.]

Of course. Marica Ishtar.

[The card informs you her "business" is called the "Ghouls".]

Are you observing tonight, or has there been a change in the schedule?

Dawn hasn't had a female double to argue with for awhile~

[traumacontrol]

[...Reverse. That is the direction Dawn is heading when he spots the newcomer.]

\o/ She tries to keep her temper, but. We'll see.

[ofsexandwar]

[She only catches a glimpse of his face before he turns, decides she must have been seeing things, but calls anyway. She hates having to ask for directions, but she'd hate being late even more.]

Ah, beg pardon? Could you spare a moment?

[traumacontrol]

[Damn it. He could choose to ignore her but he's found that doesn't usually work either.

He turned to face her, crossing his arms over his chest.]

What do you need?

[ofsexandwar]

[Oh goodness, what to process first. The fact that this man does indeed look uncannily like herself, or the fact that this man is indeed wearing something she hasn't seen since she left Egypt, never looking back.

It takes tremendous willpower not to stare. Or wrinkle her nose.]

Directions, I'm afraid. Are you familiar with this area? We've somewhere to be in a hurry.