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Wooo, blackouts. My favorite. Everybody try not to run into each other, okay? Or, you know, kill anyone. Please try not to kill anyone while the lights are out. I know it's tempting, but they'll come back on eventually.
[ Private to Blonsky ]
Hey, where are you? I've got a bad feeling about this. I think we should stick together.
[ Spam ]
[ Her room is empty. Not just empty, blank. No suit, no utility belt, no handy dandy bat-flashlight. It's a good thing she's used to relative darkness or she would be in serious trouble, but at least in Gotham there was the moon to go by. Here it's pitch black except on deck. She plans on heading there, too, just as soon as she hears back from her inmate. Blonsky is a tough guy, sure, and he would probably ask her to stay away, and she would respect that because they hadn't formed any sort of bond yet as far as she could tell. She just needs to know where he is, let him know that she does actually care about what happened to him.
Her public post was completely unnecessary, but blackouts always send a chill down her spine. There would always be that dreadful moment when the lights went out that she was convinced it was three years ago and the city was burning because of her. Not because of her, because of a series of events that any one person would have been hard pressed to have prevented, but a lot of mistakes had been made and she had made the biggest one. She was trying to convince herself as much as everyone else that yes, she was fine, and no, she wasn't afraid of the dark. Not anymore. Still, old habits die hard.
Doing a quick inventory, she finds that she has practically nothing of any use. That's alright, she's gotten by on nothing before. Taking a moment to prepare herself for anything and everything, she heads off in search of anyone who might need her help, making a note to stop by the gym and check on Blonsky and keep an eye out for the vampires Paddy listed for her, inmates especially. She had no way of knowing which ones would turn to their fellow inhabitants for food. ]
Wooo, blackouts. My favorite. Everybody try not to run into each other, okay? Or, you know, kill anyone. Please try not to kill anyone while the lights are out. I know it's tempting, but they'll come back on eventually.
[ Private to Blonsky ]
Hey, where are you? I've got a bad feeling about this. I think we should stick together.
[ Spam ]
[ Her room is empty. Not just empty, blank. No suit, no utility belt, no handy dandy bat-flashlight. It's a good thing she's used to relative darkness or she would be in serious trouble, but at least in Gotham there was the moon to go by. Here it's pitch black except on deck. She plans on heading there, too, just as soon as she hears back from her inmate. Blonsky is a tough guy, sure, and he would probably ask her to stay away, and she would respect that because they hadn't formed any sort of bond yet as far as she could tell. She just needs to know where he is, let him know that she does actually care about what happened to him.
Her public post was completely unnecessary, but blackouts always send a chill down her spine. There would always be that dreadful moment when the lights went out that she was convinced it was three years ago and the city was burning because of her. Not because of her, because of a series of events that any one person would have been hard pressed to have prevented, but a lot of mistakes had been made and she had made the biggest one. She was trying to convince herself as much as everyone else that yes, she was fine, and no, she wasn't afraid of the dark. Not anymore. Still, old habits die hard.
Doing a quick inventory, she finds that she has practically nothing of any use. That's alright, she's gotten by on nothing before. Taking a moment to prepare herself for anything and everything, she heads off in search of anyone who might need her help, making a note to stop by the gym and check on Blonsky and keep an eye out for the vampires Paddy listed for her, inmates especially. She had no way of knowing which ones would turn to their fellow inhabitants for food. ]
