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one of the things that relaxes mizuse is the wind in her hair, breeze brushing along smooth skin — whether the sensations arise from a sprint or perched on the highest point. despite mizuse being less adapted to cold weather, she still seeks the rooftop ( she purchased a sweatshirt from the museum’s gift shop that’s not surprisingly open to have some sort of warmth ) for a breath of fresh air & some solitude. the speedster doesn’t expect anyone else up here, eyes wide in WONDER and an elated gasp once she steps outside to witness the hanging lights and sculptures decorating the space. however, a beat after expressing her wonder and relief, her attention swiftly shifts to the seated figure. hands shoved into the front pocket of the sweatshirt ( what a great outfit — a vintage couture dress & matching heels underneath a cotton pullover ), mizuse recognizes it’s one of the heroes - in - training … oswald, was it ? oscar ? ❛ nah, i’m good, ❜ she declines the offer, gradually with lithesome steps making her way over to the parapet. mizuse reaches to slip off her shoes and sets them aside before lifting herself onto the ledge beside otto in a fluid motion. ❛ nice view up here, eh ? ❜ she gives a swift glance towards him before nodding her chin towards the novus skyline, slowly kicking her feet back and forth.
when: 7 january 2040 where: buchanan’s annual gala who: open!
there’s little trouble to get into on the rooftop, but then he hadn’t expected to find much up of anything up here. he’s mildly surprised to find it decorated with tiny twinkling lights that seem to never phase out of relevance no matter the decade. there are seating arrangements, too, as if it’s common to host an event atop a museum but then maybe it is. a lot of change can happen in seven years. he hoists himself up to sit on the parapet - feet dangling over the edge - and gazes out over the capital city. when he was younger, he dreamed of blacking out an entire city like this. just to see if he could. he’s old enough to know it’s a death wish, but that childlike curiosity remains. he supposes he should be grateful the nsa couldn’t extinguish that over the last seven years. he cranes his head back as the door to the rooftop opens, blue eyes giving the intruder a once over before he, good naturedly, offers his vape pen. not without taking a hit first, but still offered nonetheless. “first hit’s free.“
body or not, it had been vikram's plan to finish the night at redstone all along. it suited him better, always preferred the grittiness of a live band over polished beats blaring through speakers. the place was crowded though, much more than usual. how annoying. vikram is ready to call it a night... but then the offer of free liquor is made, which naturally brings his plan to a halt. he turns to quinn, gaze alternating between the glass and the woman presenting it. "what is it?" he finally asks.
˚｡⋆୨୧ starter : open ! ˚｡⋆୨୧ where : inside redstone bar ˚｡⋆୨୧ time : 12am
the hospital had been draining all of quinn's energy . between stomach flus , anxiety over the murders , & car crashes - it had been a whirlwind of patients coming and going . for the first time in weeks , quinn got a night off and figured now was her chance to let loose . her eyes widened once she realized the bar tender had given her an extra shot of tequila . there was no way the dirty blonde was gonna take two , so she took the friendly avenue and turned to the person beside her . “ hi , wanna take this shot with me ? it's free . ” she smiled , hoping the tequila would find a rightful owner .