forty year old woman seeks nightlife in the monster city

[matchbreaker]

Okay at this point I'll basically take anyone.

[ Wesker is missing. Both her sons are missing. she herself has been injured a few times now and she has freaking super strength. It's the dead of the night and she's resting up in a manor filled with no one but herself and cats. She was intending to go and drink a bottle of wine in her room, but she'd done that too much in the last two weeks and at this point she's just pissed off enough to make a tacky open retrospec post. ]

Anyone over twenty-one, that is.

Someone go out for a drink with me. Or feel free to recommend something else to do right now, I'll take whatever. Be prepared to fend off monster, I suppose.

That's just how life is now I suppose.

[ So I considered making an open action log but I opted not to so feel free to reply here with shitposting, actual responses, or we can transfer over to action in reply chains here, it's all good. ]

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[matchbreaker]

What's even a cyberpunk? Like all those cyberspace shows from twenty five years ago?

[storytelleroftime]

...No. Just, look it up. It's definitely not for everyone.

And I'm kinda theatre nerd as well. Really, my interests are all over the place by conventional standards.

[matchbreaker]

What, you won't explain your passion? Eeesh

Yeah?

Pretty sure that unconventional's the new conventional these days, though

[storytelleroftime]

And insanity is the new reality. What else is new?

But yeah... so, you were mentioning going out for a drink? I could totally meet you at the Inkwell, if you want. I have time to kill.

[matchbreaker]

[ she nods.... more to herself than anything. ]

Okay, Maggie?

[ This app's providing of names is so weird but convenient and also creepy ]

Got a better picture or should we do matching flowers or something?

[storytelleroftime]

Ah, yeah. I mean you can probably just find a picture of me by looking me up or something. I have some level of fame, I suppose, in a small little corner of the internet.

[matchbreaker]

Eesh girl, you're not looking that good if you make everyone else look up everything.

[ That said she'll look her up...

... Huh, so she gets some people whining about wanting to see some more plays out of her, but it's not like she's hugely famous as far as this google is concerned. Maybe she's missing something. That said, there is a picture of a woman who looks ... maybe twenty-something. ah well, Elda looks young for forty. ]

But okay, try not to get beat up by monsters on the way there.

[storytelleroftime]

Listen I literally did ghost knight square dancing and spirit rodeo for my mission I am not willing to go through the effort for anything for the rest of the week.

And can do.

[matchbreaker]

I'll be there asap

[ . . . Okay she doesn't have something that absurd. Yet.

But either way, the 5' forty year old with purple hair and bright, red, somewhat reflective in the night eyes shows up for the Inkwell as soon as she can. She can drive and all so it's pretty fast, though she did need to stop once in order to fight something.

She doesn't have her oar, but a little cartoony bat is following her in. So let's see, where's that small time caleb? Or did she get there first? ]

[storytelleroftime]

[A few minutes later, 5'2" twenty nine year old, hair blonde and eyes formerly green. She does not come in looking in a good mood, but shes used to monster avoiding now. it's just, really, really annoying all the same. She quickly picks Elda out of the crowd, quietly stepping her way over towards her.]

"Hey."

[That's all she has to say at this point. Already we're off to a fine start.]

[matchbreaker]

... Yep, about as young looking as the photos. You're sure to be carded, aren't you?

[ admittedly, she looks more 23ish than a teenager, but every bartender in their right mind would be wary.

She says this evenly and ... well she doesn't want to sit at the bar itself, that's tacky, let's go to one of these tables she's already been situated at. ]

Hello.

[storytelleroftime]

"Most definitely."

[And I mean... she's gonna be getting carded for the rest of her life soon enough, but for now, she at least has a hope for the future.]

"So... I suppose you're in the dark about this whole disappearance situation as well?"

[matchbreaker]

[ Not that she has much room to talk. Wearing different clothes and her relatively short hair not up in a mom-screaming ponytail, she could pose for a decade and a half younger than she is.

Being tiny helps.

But all the same. ]

Only what we're been told by a scifi hologram about reality and storms and unreality.

[storytelleroftime]

"You got the same lecture, then?"

[Well, she wasn't sure how much of it was the same, given that they did ask some very specific questions. Even so, same gist probably came across.]

"I presume you're not like the kids, getting completely lost with the terminology.S o you've figured this out to the extent you can with that info, right?"

[matchbreaker]

[ Would kids be lost on it... she hums and. ]

Honestly, I'm still not sure I get it. We accepted to be volunteers because like hell I'm doing nothing when my son's missing. But thus far we've been looking for someone in a mystery room. Well, finding the room more like, this week.

[storytelleroftime]

"Finding a mystery room, huh? ...A lot simpler than our team, then."

[She was not going to go into the Absinthe antics but suffice it to say, shit went down. She was kinda jealous.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah? I guess we lucked out then.

[ Some library or... something. ]

[storytelleroftime]

"Seriously."

[The next question she had in mind was, totally invasive but she was going to ask it anyways, and she hoped it wasn't going to far.]

"...You said your kids went missing. Who are they, exactly?"

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . She frowns, taps a nail on the table. ]

You're going to get out first round after this, right?

[ Still, she said it, so she might as well answer. Her name's Elda Marker, but, ]

Toushiro Hitsugaya, he's fifteen. ... and Silver Bells. Eighteen.

[storytelleroftime]

"Don't know either of them. Still that's..."

[Empathy has never been one of Maggie's strengths from the beginning. She never exactly was one to just, "get it" when it came to these sorts of things. She knew it was bad, she knew it probably was hurting Elda, but even so. She wasn't sure what to say. Or how to feel. Or really, what she should be doing here at all. So she just lets her sentence trail off, her eyes drifting downwards as well, and then a bit of an awkward silence ensues between the two of them.]

[matchbreaker]

It's awful, and we're going to fix the reality lighthouse or whatever they need and get them back to me.

[ She says firmly, though her own red eyes shift too. Not to look away, not really. Instead, they end up shifting in the pupils - they take on a more catlike appearance. ]

[storytelleroftime]

"Yeah, and I mean..."

[She holds up her left hand. It has four fingers on it, the pinkie finger being lost. ]

"I don't want to have sacrificed a finger for nothing."

[matchbreaker]

[ Holy shit- ]

You lost a finger?

[ They did have it way rougher. On of her hands is still bandaged, but nothing that extreme yet.

... Well, fine, she'll get up to get the first round ]

Nevermind, what are you having?

[storytelleroftime]

"Yeah. It's..."

[She curled that hand into a fist and slammed it down. She had chosen this. She had nine fingers now because she had chosen to sacrifice one and now she had to pay the price for it. She knew what she'd done but... this entire situation was terrible. This wasn't Retrospec's fault directly but... they had given her this task. So she blamed them in some capacity. Even though ultimately only she could carry the full blame.]

"Right. Ordering. I, probably won't get anything. I just needed to get out of the house, is all."

[matchbreaker]

[ Ultimately, it wasn't for her or her family, but that's what it comes down to in the end. The woman maimed herself for her sake. The pain must've been terrible. and so as she heads to the bar she shakes her head. ]

Right, well, no skin off my nose if you don't have anything, I'll order something anyway and surprise you.

[ Left to her own devices, (and a bartender who apparently didn't care or notice who she was bringing it back to to card the recipient) Elda will be returning with a rum and coke for herself and a bright red martini of some sort for the other. ]