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I'm not spending any fucking money on a bracelet, so, just as a warning, don't tag me or you will regret it. [ She may not look particularly intimidating but what she lacks in physical prowess, she more than makes up for by being filled with rage and an impressive amount of teenage passive aggressiveness. She gives a rough shake of her head, annoyed, rolling her eyes. ] This shit just seems like a good way to get punched.

[ Huff puff. Debbie Downer here is not into this shit, ok.

She may or may not be bored at work, as well, so if you're in the neighborhood for some alcohol in a dimly lit dingy bar (that didn't bother with getting a sign, so markers away), please come annoy the new bartender. She can be found leaning on the scuffed counter, scrolling through her phone with a perpetual sour expression on her face. Please don't ask for anything too complicated because she'll just make it up and you won't be happy. ]

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Wow, you said a lot of words here and I don't even know what any of them meant, except for the threat.

Have you not heard about the city wide marker tag competition?

I haven't. Marker tag?

[Oh, that sounds either terrible or amazing.]

[ It's terrible. Believe her. Oh god, she wants everyone to believe it's terrible! ]

Yeah, that stupid fucking game kids play at parties. They each get a marker and run around and mark their friends. Usually, by the end, the one with the most marked victims wins. [ That sounds all fun and dandy, right? Yeah, sure, if you're ten. (or of a less sour nature) ] I guess the city decided to up the ante a little and go with a fucking weeks long game where the fucking markers people use. Don't. Wash. Off.

[ If she sounds like she's probably been the victim of an accidental marking, it's because she was. And she is now a pile of salt. ]

That sounds amazing! You want in. I could buy you one of these bracelet things.

[And Nida, he adores the idea of this. A safe way to play at being an assassin again.]

[ She has clearly made a terrible mistake and has to refrain from audibly groaning. ]

No. Fuck, no. Hence the warning. [ A pause. ] Not to mention, I don't really feel like I should have to wear some shitty bracelet as a way to say Don't use that hot pink vomit marker on me please; it should be a fucking given. People should have to sign up for shit like this and they should have to wear the stupid thing.

[ She could be trying to make some point but, really, she's just bitching. Someone doesn't know how to have fun. ]

I don't know. If our points are for leaving marks, we should leave marks.

[Come on, have fun, dear.]

Yeah, marking those involved. Me? I've decided this is a really stupid way for us to spend our time. [ and that last annual thing they did started off more explosively than she likes her shit to be.

not to mention: eternal salt, she is. ]

Why would you bother? [ Earnestly curious. Really. Marker tag could (would) be fun with a small group of friends, maybe over the course of a single day, at a birthday party but otherwise? Nah. ]

My training. I was raised in a mercenary academy. If they'd handled my ambush tactics class final like this, I would have loved it.

[It's in his nature. It's about exploiting speed and skill and about situational awareness. It's his favorite sort of exercise. Too bad one of his friends cheats with super speed.]

Training? [ That's a word to use, along with 'raised'. She auto-assumes he went to some military boarding school. ] Kind of sounds like you may have an unfair advantage if you know your shit.

[Oh honey, he means raised.]

Oh yes, but not as unfair as Tommy does. He's a speedster. But I'm really excited now that you've told me about it.

[ :c ]

Speedster sounds like a drug term, don't know a Tommy, but I'm glad someone is excited for this. Though, I think you'll enjoy it less when you're covered in ink that won't come off. [ Imagine the fun art you can put on sleeping people. ]

I mean, maybe it will make me more attractive to my boyfriend? Works for tropical birds, right?

[He's been through worse, so he'll be fine with the colors.]

Maybe, if your boyfriend is attracted to someone who looks like they were attacked by a small army of toddlers. [ which, considering they're boyfriends, means he's good. ] Or he's a bird.

I mean, he's got younger siblings, so maybe. And he likes bright colors and shiny things. So yeah. Maybe he is.

[But that's a magic thing.]

[ At least he knows what his boyfriend likes. ]

So, who're you? I'm Heather Mason. [ She was not creative at all when it came to her UN. ]

Nida Nomura. From a planet my friends and I refer to as Hyne. And you, Heather Mason?

I'm from Earth, 2011, not that the year really matters. I've met a few other people from Earth here but, oddly enough, none from my own Earth.

Kinda trippy, to be honest. [ Yeah, about as trippy as otherworlds and monsters and robotic overlords that kidnap people from various universes and shit. Jesus, what is their life? ]

So, you arrived here with friends? [ There's a soft, quiet hint of envy in her voice; her heart hurts. ] Any thoughts as to why?

Yeah, I was in another place before this. There is definitely a predilection for Earthers. Perhaps in many universes yours is the only planet with intelligent species? Can't be sure though.

I arrived here with siblings, friends, and my boyfriend. But we were captive. So I guess maybe we were already disconnected from our worlds and more easily taken.

[And Nida definitely counts as more disconnected, given how his world went through Time Compression.]

[ It's as good a theory as any, one she's inclined to get behind until she finds proof otherwise. ]

You guys were captive? [ Her voice is edged with curiosity, maybe even a layer of concern, but she seems to realize just how prying that could be; everyone's got demons in their past and she's not a fan of drudging up her own or those of others. ] If you don't mind me asking about it. It's cool if not.

Oh yeah. The worst part was the lack of hot water. I missed water heaters. I'm in love with them. And computers. Cars. Eating things other than stew.

[Ah, Nida has missed the simpler things in life. The not having to fight dopplegangers and the lack of fireflies that could make you feverish and moths that made you forget things. Yeah, he'll pass on the Village.]

Things like that were pretty common back there.

You must fucking love this place, then, huh? [ You know, save for the terrorists and vague reasoning as to their reason of being and AIs that are on some strange quest to do something she really doesn't care enough about to remember (because what it wants to do doesn't matter to her). ]

Well, it's a step up in the world. I don't know that I love it. I was promised New York City. But this will do.

[For now it would be enough.]

New York City? [ As if she's asking him really. ] Why would you want to go there?

My boyfriend is from... What did he call it...

[What were the words for it? How can you break cities down in understandable ways? Deling was one of the few back home that needed it, and they described districts by what was in them.]

I think he called it 'Manhattan'. I think that's a city inside a city? I don't know, Earth sounds weird.

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