Suspiciously Quiet

[house-of-mystiq.livejournal.com]

The carnage in the hotel ballroom disappears in a gut wrenching wave of nausea and blurryness. When she can see again, she's on her knees, surrounded by her fellow Exiles.

Raven braces herself for the worst. Zombies roaming the streets, the sun blotted out by swarms of locusts, a world where every restaurant is non-smoking. She opens her eyes and sees...a suburban strip mall.

A Best Buy anchors one end. The other end is held down by a Dick's Sporting Goods. In between, there are a couple of ethnic restaurants, some clothing stores, and, to her immense relief, a Cox Smoker's Outlet.

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[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Sarah glances at the blush, then gets one of her own. She quiets a few moments, sipping from her hot chocolate, paying it very close attention before she turns her attention back to Gretchen. "So...uhm, you said you liked karate?" she asks, reaching for whatever topic comes to find first.

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

"Totally!" Gretchen looks as relieved as Sarah to find a nice, neutral topic. "I started taking it in kindergarten. My brother dropped out when he was in the eighth grade, but I love it. I keep telling him it's like a live action video game. Each belt is like a level, and each level you earn a new weapon."

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that was... strange. Not entirely bad, but a neutral topic is definitely nice. "I never really thought of it like that. But then my parents didn't really use belts or anything when they were teaching me. You must be pretty good by now, in that long."

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

"If you're here for awhile, I could, you know, show you my dojo. I get to do demos for the new students all the time. It's really fun in front of the little ones, because they can't sit still. You can tell the ones who'll be begging their moms to take the class, because five minutes into it, they'll be on thier feet, trying little kicks and punches of their own."

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Sarah grins a bit at that, thinking back to the start of her own training, and all the time she spent training under Captain America for granted. "I'm sure I have enough time for that anyway. I don't think I'd qualify quite as a new student... though I'm not even quite sure what martial art I'd be closest to now. But I'd love to see your demo. Maybe when my arm heals up, we can show each other a few moves."

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

"That'd be fun." Gretchen grins over her hot cocoa.

"Hey - it's not karate, but have you seen Tomb Raider III yet? I mean, if you have, that's totally cool and everything, but, you know, if you haven't, I, like, don't have any plans tonight and stuff, and y'know, I totally understand if you don't want to or you're busy. I bet you're totally busy, what with just moving to town. But, like, if you're not, um, you know, we could, if you wanted to, kinda see it at the same time, y'know?" Gretchen takes a deep drink to shut herself up.

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Sarah can't help but giggle a little at the rambling, quickly stifling herself, her blush not entirely gone yet in its own right.
"I'd love to." she replies, when Gretchen finally works on her hot chocolate. "I travel light, so unpacking didn't take much time. I'll just need to go by the hotel and get changed." She pauses again, the blush growing a touch again. "You'll... uhm, have to tell me about it a little. I haven't seen any of them. I mean, it sounds like fun, I just... don't go to many movies." Or any, but she's trying not to sound too weird.

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

"Awesome."

Gretchen grins like she just got a pony.

"So...um...you want to drop off your stuff and meet at, say, 7? There's a theater right up the street." She points out the window. "You can almost see it from here. It has 20 screens. I'm sure they'll have a showing around then, and if not, like, we can totally kick some boy's butts at Dance Dance Revolution."

[rogue-starsr.livejournal.com]

Apparently the grin is infectious, Sarah quickly picking it up too. "Sounds good... uhm... hopefully it'll be showing, since, well, the arm... and, uhm... I don't know how to dance." She adds the last part somewhat more quietly.

"Ok, 7 o'clock, I'll be there."