another night alone, a temporary dream

[lucubrare]

WHO: Cassandra Cain | Marta Cabrera | You?
WHERE: All around New Amsterdam! Maybe elsewhere, we'll see!
WHEN: April 2512
WHAT: A catch-all featuring midnight vigilantism, healing folks in underground fighting rings, Red Wings bartending, hospital work, shopping, and various other things! Closed & open headers in the comments!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Some generalized violence but otherwise nada. Will edit once some come up.

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[preseance]

( he's gettin' a talent for pickin' out the displaced — they've all got that look that ain't quite right for this place, an' the newer ones always wear it with less ease than those that've been here some months. he thinks he'd seen this gal at the safehouse in a brief glimpse when he'd stopped by to drop off baked goods. when he spots her talkin' to the bouncers who don't seem much prone to givin' her much leeway, he leaves his beer half-finished an' goes to see what all the fuss is about, catchin' the snippet of that convo as he approaches. he touches her elbow gently just to let her know he's behind her, an' then nods to the guard. )

Ah, I was just goin' in myself. She's with me.

[veraz]

[ Marta doesn't jump out of her skin at the touch but from the hard blink she immediately gives it must've been a near thing. She's grateful, though, murmuring her thanks as he leads the way past the bouncers into the area where a few of the fighters are meandering around or sitting. She glances at the fighter who just left the ring. ]

You're more familiar with the people here. [ It's not a question. She'd rather be introduced than elbow her way into a situation she's not exactly welcome in. ] I'm Marta. [ A smile. ] In case anyone asks.