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. ]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

Yes. They replaced my eyes with something different a while ago. I can see in the dark but need to weird sunglasses during the day or I'll get a severe migraine pretty quick.

[fairhands]

I see.

Well, if I can convince my husband I'll be fine going out, I'm up for drinking.

[matchbreaker]

Well I wouldn't wanna worry someone's hubby. So much sure you do?

[fairhands]

It wouldn't be very hard, he's just been on the edge lately with everything that's been happening. Would you mind if we ended up with a tagalong?

[matchbreaker]

Seeing as how the only thing I know abut *you* is your name, not at all. Go for it.

[fairhands]

Good, because I doubt my husband wouldn't try to tag along out of concern even if I told him not to.

I'm Marcell Csorba. I run a tailor store over in Enprise.

[ Since it's a little rude that he didn't properly introduce himself sooner! ]

[matchbreaker]

Elda Marker. I should try out your store because I think the tailor I went to's shop got damaged by some monsters.

It's alight for your husband to show up, like I said, I wouldn't want to split people up. That's counter to what's got me in a tiff anyway.

[fairhands]

I'd be happy to have you as a customer.

Are you alone at home right now?

[matchbreaker]

Yes, I am. I'v got a car though so I can just meet you there.

[fairhands]

Where would you like to meet?

[matchbreaker]

... Wherever? Where do you recommend again?

[fairhands]

How about the Inkwell? It has a nice atmosphere.

[matchbreaker]

Here I was hoping you'd know one I never heard of!

But sure, let's go, I can met you there.

[fairhands]

I haven't done much bar-hopping in a long while now, haha.

We'll see you there.

[matchbreaker]

[ Same. she's too old for this. And... well. She's be lying if she said she wasn't jealous that the man was married. Ah well, not like she can help that right now.

So she will, indeed, see him soon there. No need for greater comment, even if they'll have to recognize each other off who seems like they're waiting and the profile pictures. ]

[wherethewildthingsare]

['Well, if you're going to stalk me, you may as well drive us, yes?' is something that was said.

And so he did. As if he could refuse anything Marcell asked him for anyway. Parking in a monster-infested city is worse than normal, though.

Unlike his husband Ichirou is a lot more awkward. Although that may just be cause he never drinks. Or maybe it's the monsters.]

Hello.

[fairhands]

[ He knows Ichirou wouldn't refuse him, that's why he asked.

He waves as soon as he sees Elda. ]

Hello.

[matchbreaker]

[ There's a fair chance both tower over her (5' here) but she's well used to it. Her red eyes are piercing, largely enough off the night lights they seem almost reflective, predatory. Still, she smiles with an easy enough smile, even offering a hand to both in turn if they want a handshake. The more shy one looks like the sort to like it, frankly.

... Sh's learned to control her new count super strength enough that it won't break their hands, probably. ]

Hello! Thanks for meeting me out here.

[wherethewildthingsare]

It was nothing. I'd rather have driven than anything else, with how things are.

[He does indeed tower, being a good 15 inches taller. He's much taller than Marcell, too.

He takes the hand - although he's definitely surprised at the tinier person having such a grip.]

Don't worry about drinking too much, at least. I don't so I can always take you home, too.

[He fully expects Marcell to drink too much..]]

[wherethewildthingsare]

Hello, I'm Ichirou Matsuoka.

Marcell is right, I would have followed behind regardless, because APPARENTLY I worry too much.

He's making me introduce myself cause last time this happened someone mistook me for a stalker.

[matchbreaker]

Honestly, given theres monsters in the streets I wouldn't call that too much. Pleasure's mine.

[wherethewildthingsare]

Likewise.

He may have been concerned that I bark at him when he suggests leaving alone.

[matchbreaker]

See that makes you sound more clingy than anything!

But again, monsters.

[wherethewildthingsare]

I'm not clingy.

[He is, indeed, clingy.]

[matchbreaker]

Well, I'll be seeing soon enough, Mr. Matsuoka.