A Break [Active]

[foxinflight.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Fox McCloud, open to all
Content: Fox takes a break from exploring to get something to eat. He's feeling a bit down.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat [L7]
Time: evening
Warnings: none


He had spent some time filling out the specifics of his wristcom's map; he was more comfortable with the layout of this strange place, at least. But while he had come across a few interesting people, the natives were all but brainless and nobody he knew seemed to be here. He was sick to death of running into primates (and if he never saw blond hair again it would be too soon). He took a sip from his drink restlessly.

The cafe was nice, at least, and whatever poison had been in the water before was gone, as far as he knew. He spent some time talking over the journal system--it was a strange device, seemingly out of place as far as technology in the city went--and learning more about the organization. He would help to fight them if they were behind this; it wasn't his usual thing, to take jobs without money, but he wanted to go home.

A familiar face would have done him a world of good right now--but somehow he doubted he'd find that.

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[a-spikyfriend.livejournal.com]

She really must stop looking for a drink, but some things were just so frustrating. Like that brat "pirate" (and definitely a pirate and not a corsair) and that will-o-wisp of a girl. Bah! There was something fishy about her, and Naja knew a thing about fish.

She swayed into the cafe, arms crossed over her chest, Morgenstern secured back to her side. Her eyes quickly assessed the area. She smirked and found herself sliding into a seat near the gloomy character, unannounced. Uninvited. But she needed no small things like that!

Naja waved down a brainless blond, ordered herself a strong drink (although it couldn't be as good as the gypsy brew), and then signaled to her sudden (probably unwilling) companion. "Another for this one herrre. 's on me."

After the blond made his way off, Naja leaned back, arms still crossed, and grinned at this particular character, but said nothing.

[foxinflight.livejournal.com]

Well, not someone from home--at least, the clothing made him think she wasn't--but definitely a feline, and he was a bit relieved. He was starting to wonder if he was the only non-primate in the city who didn't walk on four legs. Not invited, but Fox didn't entirely mind the intrusion. She was pretty enough, too.

"You make a habit of offering strangers drinks, or am I just special?" he said with a bit of a grin despite his mood.