Apollo [open]

[truthsandlyres]

Who: Apollo and mysterious guests
What: Exploring the city
Where: The El Train
When: Veerdi (Friday) afternoon
Note: Multiple threads are great!  Apollo can be hitting up multiple locations.


After finding a job, Apollo had decided to celebrate by taking himself out to explore the city.  He hadn't really taken much time to use the strange train that was used to get around the city, choosing instead to explore nearby areas on foot.

Now that he was actually using the train, he was realizing just how small a scope he'd been seeing.

He was sitting on the train, fiddling with the CiD and looking through recent posts to the network, though he would glance up occasionally to glance around at the other passengers.

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[tropfatale.livejournal.com]

At one stop, a young woman slinks her way onto the train. She's dressed in her usual trousers, cropped top, and leather jacket combination, which works well to hide most of her weaponry while still making a vague offering toward fashion and performative gender identity.

She's also in the process of bandaging a cut on her wrist, which means she's barely looking at anything else when she settles down in the seat across the aisle from Apollo. It's healing, but was jarred badly in training, and now she thinks some of its progress has been undone. (Thanks, fog eels.)

...it occurs to her that this is relatively unsettling train-going activity, and spares a glance upward to check and see if she's attracted any skeptical stares.

[primogen_vampirate]

As the doors to the train car opened near the shopping district, Mina bustled her way inside, fighting with a good five shopping bags, all filled to the brim, rustling with tissue paper inside. As long as she was in, and in for good, she supposed she ought to try some new things. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about the new suit she had worn out of the shop. Many times, she had debated the phenomenon of a woman wearing a suit in general. Men said it made them look more feminine, but that was only, she argued, to hide the fact that they were threatened. But this new ensemble was taking that to a whole new level.

Luckily, she had delightful legs.

At least, she supposed, as she forced her way between the occupied rows of seats, the dark nylons covered up the ugly burn scar left on her thigh. She wore trousers so often, she had completely forgotten that it was there. And it wasn't like anyone was in a position to see it otherwise.

But that train of thought would only lead her to think about Tom. And she did not want to think of Tom.

Mercifully, she spotted two empty seats side by side. Perfect. One for her and one for all of her new purchases. Unceremoniously, she dumped the bags into the first chair, then eyed the second one, wondering how she would go about actually sitting in this new outfit. But it was then that she noticed her golden friend from that meet and greet party a few weeks back. "Hello," she said, smiling slightly.