[ oo3 ∞ anon mass text ]

[thoughts]

ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS AND TRAVELLERS

A reminder that curfew is in effect between the hours of 10:00PM and 6:00AM. All outdoors activities during these hours are strictly prohibited, including but not limited to:

• fornication on rooftops.

Please be mindful of the time when playing hide the snake in public spaces.

This has been a courtesy reminder from your loyal City Patrol: keeping an eye on the sky so that you don't have to.

[ ooc; river will be staying anon unless otherwise noted. feel free to threadjack at will! and for the record, this is totally canon. ]

Comments

[samantha_grey]

Yeah. I wasn't actually that good at it, since I didn't fly very often. Really visible, makes you a big target. But I could definitely fly.

[thoughts]

[ this is the literal actual best answer, and it shows on her face. ]

Can we get them back? Your wings.

[samantha_grey]

No, what that guy did ... they don't exist anymore, just the scars. It's hard to explain, but even regeneration couldn't bring them back. They just aren't there.

[thoughts]

[ oh. she deflates, visibly distressed on sam's behalf, and chews on her lip with something she oughta say. fair is fair. ]

They took hers too. Not - I didn't fly, but I had wings. I could have. I wanted to.

[ it's not the same and she knows that, but. there are parallels. she keeps chewing her lip. ]

Got too close to the Sun and they - they burned them away. Made sure it wouldn't heal. Yields better results when it's torn right open.

[ not exactly what the reports said, the truth mixed up in metaphors and fairytales, but she remembers it all. the chewing stops and she looks at sam with the sun still burning behind her eyes. ]

But I'll fly anyway. I will. And you can too, if you want to. I want to.

[samantha_grey]

I'm... not sure we're talking about the same thing, but... I hope you get to one day, whatever you mean. [She wasn't sure. The metaphor wasn't obvious or clear-cut, but it was still obvious something had been taken away.]

I don't mind not flying. It's the 'phantom' feel that they should be there that's irritating, and the bones underneath the scar tissue can feel weird sometimes. No, I'd rather not. Up in the air, you're a target. My real flight is my magic.

That I still have.

[thoughts]

[ this seems to appease her; she even smiles and perks up, intrigued again. more magic! ]

But not here.

[samantha_grey]

Not here, though I've been figuring out the magic they have here a little. Runes and potions and the like. It's not the same, but it's close, so I don't feel completely useless.

[thoughts]

Can I see? The closest we ever got were stories and classified documents.

[samantha_grey]

You can come by the shop, and I'll demonstrate one of the runes I've got, show you the golem I keep there for defense. If you're free now, I'm actually there. It's not as much fun on the network.

[thoughts]

I'm supposed to be working.

[ advertising sex scandals counts as working, right? ]

Can I come after?

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, that'd work. When you're done telling the world about what people do on the roofs, knock on the door over at Pinch. I'm usually working late.

[thoughts]

[ she grins. you have a new fan, sam. ]

I'll come with coffee.

[samantha_grey]

Oh joy oh joy. I'll see you then.

[She cut the feed, making a point to leave a bell over the front door to the shop so that when River came by she'd hear her at the door. After all, if she was there after hours, it was usually working on something or another in the back room.]