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[tenofspades]

[The first thing that causes Melanie to stir is the pain in her back. Then it's the feeling of raindrops pummeling her back and... the taste of sand in her mouth.]

Ugh! [Immediately she pushes herself up and works to wipe away all of the sand, although she winces slightly when she hears a clap of thunder.

Wake up on a beach in a thunderstorm. Oh, this is perfect.]

Somehow, I get the feeling that this isn't the beach in Gotham.

[And how did she get here, anyway?]

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[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

You bet. Almost like they're meant to go together, huh? [ Kidding, kidding. ]

Yeah, I feel you on all the moving. [ Less the family. ] How long were you in this "Gotham" before ... you know. [ He rolls his hand in a gesture meant to be both all-encompassing and vaguely sarcastic. It somehow works. ]

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

[That's kind of personal, Flynn. Mainly because Melanie doesn't really want to mention the time she spent in prison before she got out and got her life back in order.]

Long enough.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ .... welp. Sensing touchy territory, Flynn will just move right along. ]

So what're your feelings on the new digs? This place, I mean. Quaint, idyllic, only slightly deadly... Ooh, did I just say that? Ignore that part. Unless someone already told you, at which point, don't, because it's kind of important to remember.

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

[It's okay, Flynn. She's used to slightly deadly situations.]

I know how to take care of myself, so I think I should be okay.

This place is pretty different from Gotham, though. [Understatement of the year!] The wings are definitely going to take some getting used to.

But I guess it doesn't seem all that bad so far.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? Maybe I can suggest a tip. Frying pans. Very useful, my new favorite weapon of choice.

[ Is he joking? ... it's hard to tell. ]

Right? And we can't even fly with them! Definitely the worst wings ever. Just you wait. You think it doesn't seem bad now? Try saying that when you're sitting on the floor painstakingly cutting wing holes into all the shirts you own.

[ He owns three. Not that this stops him from complaining like a champion. But he's mostly just joking, trying to get her to smile. ]

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

Frying pans? I guess I can see how they'd be effective.

[She laughs a bit.]

You're right. That does sound like it'd be terrible. I'm not sure I'll be able to manage. [Oh, look, she's joking right along with you.]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

You have no idea! Ruthlessly efficient. I'm never going back. [ To ... swords, or whatever.

Oh, hey, she laughed. A+ Eugene, you don't totally suck at this. Trying not to let that go to his head.... ]

Well... I might just be able to offer some help. I know, I know! You're thinking, "But Flynn, that's far too generous an offer! I simply can't accept!" [ With slightly higher voice and all. ] But really, think nothing of it. And for you, Melanie, I will even do it... for free. [ Said with a flourish. ]

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

[Ha. Oh, she likes this guy.]

Good impression. [More joking! But anyway... ]
But since you offered, maybe we could do that after the guide thing is over and done with. [You know. Since he offered to do that, too.]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ Ooh. Progress. This is good. ] That sounds like an excellent plan to me. Why don't you give me a time and a place, and I'll be there ten minutes early? [ Winsome grin. ]

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

[Definitely good!] How does tomorrow sound?

[Part of her wants to say 'at midnight' out of habit, but she also knows that it wouldn't be very wise if she actually wants to get to know this place.]

Maybe earlier in the evening - 5:30. You can meet me near the outside of the clothing shop.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a -- [ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOT A DATE, RIDER. ] -- good idea to me! [ AH HAH ... HEH ... so smooth. ] I'll meet you there. [ GONNA ... KINDA ... GO COLLECT HIMSELF NOW ... ]

fff sorry! gd notifs

[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

Great. I'll see you tomorrow, Flynn.

|D it's all good. anyway-- [action]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ The next day! Totally cool, calm, collected.... suave, debonair Flynn Rider is on the scene. Ten minutes early, as promised. In any other time of his life he might have brought flowers for the lady, but today his hands are empty and in his pockets. He'll just be leaning against the wall, looking very casual and awesome and whatever way devil-may-care thieves are supposed to look. ]

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[ten-ofspades.livejournal.com]

[And it won't be very long before Melanie shows up. Look! It's that blond chick you were talking to yesterday!]

Flynn?