retrospec | forty year old woman seeks nightlife in the monster city

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forty year old woman seeks nightlife in the monster city

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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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? ]

[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.]

... 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.

"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?"

[ 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.

"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?"

[ 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.

"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.]

Yeah? I guess we lucked out then.

[ Some library or... something. ]

"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?"

[ . . . 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.

"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.]

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. ]

"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."

[ 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?

"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."

[ 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. ]

[Maggie forces a smile as she comes back, taking the drink herself. She holds it in her right hand for a second, before she puts it down on the table. Then, looking Elda directly in the eyes, she states her intuition on all of this bluntly.]

"...You're totally taking pity on me here, aren't you?

Maybe a little, yes. But I'm also thankful, because it mean you've lost more than I have in the service of my son's return.

[ and hup, there, back in her seat.

She doesn't hesitate much. ]

[And then that smile becomes just a little bit more genuine. Hearing the thanks directly from someone, it isn't much but it at least tells her one thing. That her actions maybe aren't completely pointless. And that reassurance just, lifts her spirits a little more.]

"Well, trust me. Normally I'd never do anything like this but... I want to get them back too. And I can adjust to losing a finger. I don't think people can adjust as well to losing their loved ones."

Yeah, if you think about it... a finger's a loss, but it's about as bad as some of the other things people have lost because Retrospec decided to pop off. Like that one young man's arm, or my eyes. [ She gestures to the red orbs, which still are in catlike mode. She's also squinting just a bit, like even the dim interior lights are bothering her a little. ]

I know it's not the same, but still. You've done well by me so far.

"Oh, you mean Noah? He's a good kid."

[Makes it a little easier for her to think about it that way. The only difference being that Noah, and likely Elda as well, didn't choose to change like this. She did choose to cut off her finger. But the end result was still the same, they'd lost things. So all they could to was unite together from the fact, rather than get caught up in the hows and the whys.]

"I suppose Retrospec has taken a lot from a lot of people, if you really think about it."

They have. That said, now I've gotten basically superpowers, I can't say I mind them too much.

[ She takes her first sip of the rum and coke, nodding to confirm that yes, indeed, she did mean Noah. ]

"I haven't gotten any superpowers. Or at least, I haven't getting any yet. I saw myself fighting using them in my memories. I was probably some sort of witch, given that I was using magic."

[And an incredibly powerful one, at that.]

"Well, I think I might be able to see ghosts or something but, I'm not sure."

Oh wow, really? I've got a memory of a bat tornado, but I still don't know what to make of it. For my part I got super strength out of a treasure box.

[ She thinks. She's starting to wonder about that. ]

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