(The OOC for this "oh my god what even is this I what how what is happening" is over here)
Spades fiddled with the wallet in her hands as the car she was in slowly made its way through traffic. Rain fell from the sky and the window wipers went back and forth and back and forth.
"So you know anybody named Kevin Linsley?" she asked, turning to the driver, a fellow changeling. The driver was an exceedingly beautiful man, but something about him seemed... Off. He was a little... Too perfect... He gave Spades a sidelong look and sighed.
"You really need to stop doing that." He muttered, like a parent chastising a child. Spades shrugged and pulled her jacket closer around herself, a black military style jacket with four pins stuck into the popped-up collar, each one representing a suit of cards. The driver sighed as traffic around him slowed to a stop. "You think Lianna was right? I know her dreams are usually right, but they're still wrong. Sometimes. Not really."
"I dunno, but it's worth checking out. I mean, why not right?" The driver shrugged and continued as traffic did. Onwards, to Central Park.