Victory Meal

Located on the River Thames, London has been a major settlement for two millennia. The low-income borough of Lambeth has been largely taken over by London's mutant population and is now known as Mutant Town.

Victory Meal

Postby Shari » Tue Dec 20, 2016 9:47 pm

After her lucrative encounter in the train Shari hauls her backpack into a curry shop near the station she randomly jumped out at. People throw glances at her at her general appearance and dirty clothes but the shop is not nice enough to warrant anybody speaking up. She orders two large chicken curries, gleefully pays for them with a crumpled up 20 Pound note and shoves the change deep into her coat pocket where it joins a collection of random crap. She finds a seat in a corner in the back and starts shoveling food into her mouth. The first order doesn't last long and she slows down a little bit when she gets to the second, taking a moment in the privacy of the back of the shop to slowly shift back into her current 'default' shape. When she's about halfway done with her second serving she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a fistful of stuff, change clattering on the table as she spreads it out in front of her in part to count how much cash she has left but also to kind of marvel at the amount of money she has on hand for now. Shoving more food into her mouth with one hand she starts picking out the money from the random bits and pieces with the other as she counts, satisfied smile on her face. This might even be enough to bring back some food to the shelter and share it with some of the less fortunate. She'd have to make sure not to go too crazy but she couldn't just hoard all of it. It was going to run out eventually anyway, so she might as well spend it while it's there.

Once she's got all the money counted she opens up her coat and stuffs the cash into one of the inside pockets before sorting through her other stuff. Receipt for her curry, trash. Almost empty chapstick, back in the pocket. Half a pack of gum, important dental hygiene replacement. Small pocketknife, some bandaids, gloves, lighter. Mostly full pack of cigarettes, not so much for herself but as barter currency with others. Somebody's wallet, a loose picture ID of a middle-aged woman that she occasionally uses when she needs to. Finally all that's left is some lint, crumpled up bits of paper and a business card. She'd dismissed what Basil had said almost immediately, because in her experience no one was gonna just going to offer that kind of thing without expecting anything in return, especially not tightends with a stick up their butt like those two. So she'd only hung on to the card because it had been wrapped up in money and thus ended up in her pocket along with it. Besides, getting to Maldon would eat up at least a third of what she had left and riding the train that far without a ticket was annoying at the very least and she'd probably have to get off and switch to a later one at least once. It was getting too cold to just screw around at a train station in the middle of nowhere like that. But. If that's where those two came from and they parted with their cash that easily maybe Maldon was worth checking out...

She flips the card around between her fingers and finally looked at it properly. Xavier's University for the Gifted. Must be the school people in Mutant Town talked about sometimes, as if the invisible boy and slime girl hadn't made that obvious already. Dorms were great places to relief some spoiled University kids of some of mum and dad's money. Or maybe even sneak a shower. And while there'd be less tourists in Maldon than London, it might be a good place to spend the Winter, when all the shelters in the big city would be crammed to the brim. And hell, she might be able to pass as a student easily enough.

She puts down the business card and holds up her hand. Chewing on another forkful of curry she frowns in concentration and her fingers slowly take on a pink hue. Her skin grows vaguely translucent, enough that her bones are vaguely showing through as if she was holding a flashlight behind them but that's as much as she manages. Getting rid of bones was not a trick she was capable of. Well, maybe someone else then. Surely she could find someone just hanging around in Maldon. And if it didn't work out then she could always move on. She'd spend too much time in London already anyway, sooner or later somebody would surely get on her trail again and it might not be the worst idea to be one step ahead of them. She picks up the businesscard again and taps it's edge on the table once before pocketing it again and getting up, taking the two empty curry containers to drop them into the trash. On her way out she buys a small bottle of Coke as a bit of luxury to cap off her celebratory meal before she pulls a thick scarf from her backpack to wrap around her neck and pulls on and old trapper hat with fur lining that supposedly had been white once. The sun was going to start setting soon and it was already uncomfortably cold out, even if most people in London seemed to disagree with her on that. She steps out onto the sidewalk and disappears into the flow of people.
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High Concept: Shapeshifting Stranger
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Aspect: Philosophy of Form


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