[A blink. And a light more glaring than any phone screen. And a glowing neon sign.
[There is no “Denny’s” in the undercity. Whelk will nonetheless find Caitlyn at one of the less-garishly-lit tables, napkins and takeout menus turned and scrawled over with the makings of some sort of… map? Part visual, part written, entirely indecipherable to any mind that isn’t its creator’s.
[A simple walk over will not catch her attention. There’s a branded pen waving absently in the air like a metronome on steroids, and Caitlyn stands over the pieces. There are two perfectly good booths on either side, a window across from her (revealing, as is apparently typical, formless nothing), and she appears wholly unaware of all of it.]
oh my god they were umbrellacommentmates
[A blink. And a light more glaring than any phone screen. And a glowing neon sign.
[There is no “Denny’s” in the undercity. Whelk will nonetheless find Caitlyn at one of the less-garishly-lit tables, napkins and takeout menus turned and scrawled over with the makings of some sort of… map? Part visual, part written, entirely indecipherable to any mind that isn’t its creator’s.
[A simple walk over will not catch her attention. There’s a branded pen waving absently in the air like a metronome on steroids, and Caitlyn stands over the pieces. There are two perfectly good booths on either side, a window across from her (revealing, as is apparently typical, formless nothing), and she appears wholly unaware of all of it.]