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[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia is perfectly dressed, perfectly coiffed, and her smile is dazzling.]

Hi, everyone.

My name's Lydia Martin, and I'm a banshee.

[She lets that sink in for a moment.]

So here's the thing. This city? Is full of crazy stuff that no one ever suspected was even possible. I mean, if we can cope with guys who run at superhuman speeds and people from other planets, I don't exactly see the value in hiding, especially when you're dealing the scientific improbabilities of transdimensional pocket universes that exist outside the forward movement of time and there isn't even a wardrobe to explain it.

So my thought is? Let your freak flag fly. Who's going to persecute you here? Who's going to tell you that you're impossible, and shouldn't exist? Not me. And maybe there's other people just like you here, or maybe kind of the same, or just a -leetle- different since the rules from their universe don't apply. Wouldn't you want to meet them? Wouldn't you want to know more?

You're in the one place where you don't have to hide. Unless you're like...an axe murderer or something. But if you still feel safer keeping things on the DL, tell you what. If you're interested in reaching out to like minded Cityzens but want to do so discreetly, contact me privately, and I'll keep an eye out for those with similar origins.

You know what they say. Live together, die alone.

Comments

[lefthandedgenius]

I don't exactly carry medals around with me, so how about a date instead?

And if a banshee is some kind of princess, nobody told me, but it might be kind of a perk.

[saturniapavonia]

[Score.]

I can settle for a date.

Well. The minute you know, let me know. That might be something to keep in mind. You know. Might get dragons kidnapping you. Who the hell knows.

[lefthandedgenius]

Is it a cute dragon? Because I don't know, I might really like a cavern full of gold and jewels.

A date it is.

[saturniapavonia]

Do you think cute dragons kidnap ladies and burn towns?

[Shrug there. Then again, wow Lydia. You're giving him the time of day and everything. Roman feels like he still has it.]

[lefthandedgenius]

See, you didn't mention the burning towns part. That's, mmm, not so cute.

[saturniapavonia]

Don't worry. I'll save you.

[Like it ain't no thing.]

So when do you wanna go out?

[lefthandedgenius]

My social calendar isn't exactly teeming with conflicts. So any time's good, with a bit of time beforehand.

I like to make an effort.

[Like Lydia gets out of bed looking this, that she wants to make an "effort".]

[saturniapavonia]

In the grand tradition of our age, how about Friday?

[He lives under the impression that somehow, some girls and women just appear and look wonderful. Never has there ever been a day he can recall where his own mother wasn't a practiced, prim and put together vision in white. How did she manage to keep the color so stark? Just another of life's mysteries.

Lydia is clearly, wonderfully different.]

[lefthandedgenius]

Friday sounds fantastic.

[Lydia is wonderful. She is happy to inform Roman of this at any time!]

[saturniapavonia]

Anything in mind or is that up to me?

[lefthandedgenius]

I like a guy who takes initiative.

[saturniapavonia]

We're going to dance. Then we'll go eat. Then we're going to make out.

[lefthandedgenius]

Sounds like an excellent itinerary.

[Seriously. Lydia's so sick of men she can walk all over.]

[saturniapavonia]

The rest of it is tentative.

[Give him an inch, and he'll take a mile. It's the Godfrey way.]

I'll see you at sunset?

[It pains him, agonizes him to say what's next:]

I don't have a car so we'll likely be walking.

[Save a taxi for later.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Under normal circumstances no car? Is a deal breaker. But this place kind of makes you adapt.]

Walking's fine around here. I suspect from your tone that it wouldn't be the case under normal circumstances.

Just out of curiosity, what do you normally drive?

[Because Lydia still has, you know, standards.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Knowing that would make him feel better. But one must adapt.]

Normally, I drive a 1958 Jaguar XK150S roadster. It's red.

[Like it ain't no thing. Because....at home it isn't. It's like his mobile room. Just for him. Everyone in town knows it.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[ROMAN GODFREY - CHALLENGE OBJECTIVE ACCOMPLISHED, LEVEL UNLOCKED.]

Sounds sweet. Too bad we can't go for a ride in it, but I suppose a stroll will have to do.

[saturniapavonia]

[That's what it's all about. He worried that a lack of status would put a damper on his game.]

Fuck, I know. I miss it already.

[Like it's the only thing he misses. He misses his sister. He misses his cousin.

Right now he will even privately admit that he may just miss his mother.]

I'll make it up. You'll see.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Hopefully Roman will be less of a dick than Jackson.

(this may be a challenge)]

I'll be ready. And dressed for the occasion.

[saturniapavonia]

[Dick is such a relative term. Roman is like mercury. Warming up and cooling down without warning, sometimes it seems without purpose. But it's always about his own damn thoughts.

Lydia so far has not done anything to evoke or deserve any sourness. The truth is he's excited. Something else, someone new.

He's prompt for meeting up.]