A lone Phone Boot stands idly in the dark streets of Gotham. A sound could be heard coming from it, cutting through the silence as it rumbles from within. It grew more volatile, cracking from the inside until it erupted completely. Parts flung everywhere as smoke filled the area. Leaving one lone figure standing where the phone booth was--

Cough. COUGH!

"ACK! I CAN'T BREATH!"

Background Music

She stumbles off as she fans away the smoke. . . And it appeared to be a girl who's too bubbly looking for a ragged place like this. In fact, you'd even say she does not belong anywhere at Gotham.

She rubbed her eyes before opening them.

"Gooood morning, Metro--"

The girl stopped, slowly growing confused. She was clearly expecting something different. She went to check more of the place out by walking around to see if she's in the right city.

"Huh. So, this is Metropolis." She said with a strained voice. "This is either a really bad neighborhood or Smol Ame lied to me."

As she kept roaming, roaming, and roaming. Watson slowly grew nervous until she bumps into a man giving her weird glares. Once she noticed this, she shot a look back, a little uncertain of his intentions.

"Lady." He spoke, setting Ame into full alarm. "What are you doing this late at night? This is Gotham for fu--"

"Wait. Say that again. . ."

". . . This is Gotham?"

"That. . . THAT LITTLE BASTARD!" She screeched. "Okay, okay! It's fine! Let me just. . . She closed the way back home. Of course."

While Amelia stood there, looking down in silent anger. The man just watched her, trying to catch her attention before poking her in the cheek.



"Christ!"

Location - Some dirty alleyway inhabited by thugs. Joy.
Mood - Too old for this shit.
Status - Fine as a horse with cancer.

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Jess sipped his morning coffee as he surveyed the alleyway he found himself in. The stench of waste and bodily fluids burnt his nostrils just by standing by the alley. Rubbish littered the ground with the occasional rodent dragging rotten food off into the darkness. Shouts of people and the screaming of backed-up vehicles echoed in the background. Jess glanced up to see towering buildings into the cloudy, dark sky. He took another sip of coffee and smacked his lips.

He had not expected to be randomly teleported to a dirty alleyway this morning, but he’ll roll with it. Must be some inopportune Lucidity moment that transported him from the frontier inn he was lodging into some major city he hadn’t heard of yet. At least it wasn’t raining from the ground this time. Always got his clothes wet.

The former outlaw kicked a discarded can down the alley. His only complaint was why this passage hadn’t been greened up yet. What was this, some underdeveloped state?

But he rolled his shoulders and picked out a garbage dumpster for scavenging. There had to be something worth selling if people just dumped their litter all over the place. Only thing he’d need to worry about were Watchmen patrolling about the place. Lowest on the police rung they may be, but they were as vicious and zealous in their enforcement of the law as any other officer. Jess didn’t need to be subjected to another song about the health risks of dumpster diving alongside being slapped with a hefty fine.

So Jess strode over to the dumpster. His ears perked up and sourcing the background noise for any approaching footsteps. And not even five steps did he hear mocking laughter and stomping footfalls. Jess rolled his eyes. He could already tell who these idiots were. Local thugs thinking themselves hot shit.

His assumption was confirmed when a trio of men emerged from the darkness of the alleyway. Each one wore scuffed up shirts and baggy pants. The weapons they brandished were dull knives, a spiked ball, and a rusty crowbar. The one upfront held a wide grin plastered on his face. He examined Jess in a predatory fashion.

“What do we have here, some fucking cowboy?” He outstretched his arms as if to mockingly embrace Jess.

All Jess did was stare at the idiots in response. The other two thugs flanked him on both of his sides. His hand twitched towards the kukri hidden under his coat. Jess took a breath to steady his nerves. Not yet.

“Ya think you’re some tough-” The leader of the thugs made the mistake of stepping too close to Jess. The former outlaw thrusted his knee straight into the leader thug’s groin, but before the thug or his cronies could react or even scream, Jess whipped out his kukri and pressed it against the thug’s neck. The metal gleamed from the waves of sweat rolling down the leader’s neck. Jess heaved the thug off the ground and brought the idiot up to his deadpan, bored face.

“Listen ‘ere partner. Murder’s a messy bussinus and I ain’t keen on getting in trouble with the law of the land. So I’m gonna break yer bones.” Jess said before a wet and sickening crack echoed throughout the alleyway. Blood dripped from the handle of the kukri as Jess tossed the unconscious thug onto the ground like the piece of litter he was.

A yell from his left grabbed his attention. He whipped about, catching the rusted crowbar swinging down onto his head. Jess tilted his head to a side, giving the thug that attacked him a questioning look. The thug heaved with all of his strength to rip free his crowbar whilst Jess kept his kukri pointed at the other, trembling thug. A few moments of this standoff past before the trembling thug took the opportunity to run for his life and out of the alleyway.

Jess quirked an eyebrow and cracked a smile. His head slowly turned to the last remaining thug.

“How quickly the tide turns.”

“Was that a fucking-” The thug didn’t finish when Jess knocked the thug out with his kukri as he did with the leader. He released his grip and the man collapsed into a heap.

The former outlaw flicked the blood off of the handle of the kukri and sheathed it back under his coat. He strode over to the still unconscious leader of the thug and crouched over the body. His hands padded the thug down, feeling for any wallets or valuables. All the while Jess hummed a little tune, content in his own little world. After all, if he still got into trouble with the local law then he could pull a few strings or cash in a favor to get himself released.

How unfortunate that he didn’t know he was no longer in his own world.

@Open for interaction, just beware of Jess's trigger-finger

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“Farewell, dear Noctis.”

As Oracle, she was to travel across Eos and talk to the gods, asking the Six to help the Chosen King, Noctis, with driving the Starscourge out of Eos. So far, it had been going well until Altissa. There she was to talk to Leviathan but she became angered and while her attempt to convince the goddess of the sea to test Noctis succeeded, the Chancellor of Niflheim showed his true colors to her.

The Oracle was dying fast due to the stab wound he had given her and with the Ring of Lucii not yet given to Noctis, she visited him in a dream world to give it. With all that she could do now finished, she could only fade away into the afterlife, giving Noctis her goodbyes.

But it seems the gods have other plans for her…

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Regaining consciousness, Lunafreya found herself on a patch of grass, her vision starting to adjust to wherever she was now. Sitting up, she looked at where the stab wound was to be completely gone now, her white dress no longer having a patch of red on it. Looking around, she recognized the place she woke up in to be some sort of park though not one that she was familiar with which begged the question:

Where was she?

This certainly wasn’t Altissa and this looked nothing like her home so where exactly was she? And surprisingly for the Oracle, she didn’t feel any connection to the gods she was so used to for many years so it ruled Eos out of the places she could be. Standing up and brushing off her dress, she saw the Trident of the Oracle had been laying next to her which she wasted no time in picking up and holding it in her left hand. Before she could ask the locals where she was, her ears caught wind of someone crying and her blue eyes looked to the source to see a young boy on his knees, crying.

Making her way over to the boy, she placed her free hand on his shoulder, speaking with a British accent. “Are you alright?”

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Conflicted
Status - Healthy
Interactions/Mentions - @thatguyinastore, @TheElenaFisher

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As she took a little look and explore around the park, it seemed there were others in a similar situation - not knowing where they were or what planet they were on. Though, the first one she could properly see was... a boy in red, lowering himself to the ground, and proceeding to collapse into sorrow - tears - for a reason she does not know nor understand. Though, it seemed another approached him - whereas Hameln did not, opting to observe and remain aware of their existence. Though she could at least understand what stranger number two was attempting - she was trying to console the crying child, which is... fair enough. Hameln however, shrugged to herself and simply remained watching. Though concerned, she didn't wish to act upon it - having no idea what to even do in the first place. So she just kind of stood there, awkwardly, thinking to herself.

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Sad, Anxious, and Slightly Embarrassed
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions/Mentions - @TheElenaFisher @BoltBeam

Marco hadn't realized that other people had been present. Because really, how could he? He'd just lost perhaps the most important person in his life. Or, at least, it seemed like it. Other people in the park were irrelevant. They weren't Star. He just wanted Star...

Still, that didn't mean that he didn't practically seize up when he was approached by some British lady. The teen's back noticeably tensed from the sudden hand being placed on his shoulder. He hadn't been expecting that in the slightest. He didn't fight it or push it away, however. No... no. Marco had realized soon enough that this gesture was one of comfort. Mainly because of the question that followed.

And with said question, Marco turned, the tears still in his eyes as he did so. A few sniffled came out as well, and though his eyes glanced away for a brief moment, the teenager did ultimately look back. He raised his arm to his face to wipe away those tears. In that comfort, though it finally hit him how he probably looked like the world's biggest dunce right now. Crying in public like that... he hoped that too many people wouldn't pity him. He was supposed to be the misunderstood bad boy! Not some-

Oh, who was he kidding. He just wanted Star back. He didn't care about how much of a dunce he seemed to be.

"I-I'm... fine..." Marco replied, managing a nod to accompany his words. He stood up with his shaky legs, and though his eyes averted the comforting woman's in favor of the much less forgiving ground, he still stood beside her in place."I'm just--" he cut himself off with a sniffle, followed by a quiet sigh. "...looking... for someone, is all."

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Her hand pulled back a bit when she saw the young boy seize up, likely surprised that someone was there. He must have been too focused on whatever it was he was crying over that he didn’t notice her which was understandable, it was the same way for her when she lost her mother. Feeling a pair of eyes on them, she noticed there was a girl watching them, most likely not knowing what to say or do, but that wasn’t her concern right now.

Her concern lied with the crying boy in front of her.

From the sound of his words, he was missing someone who was very important to him. Maybe a sibling or someone he loved were the most likeliest of conclusions. But despite his reassurance that he was fine, it was clear by the sniffle and the sound of his voice that it was the opposite. “This someone must be very important to you. Who are they? If you don’t mind me asking and if you’re comfortable telling me, of course.”

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Amazed
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions/Mentions - @Cloaked

"Holy... shit..."

Ellie was... in fucking awe, to say the least. She'd, quite frankly, never seen shit like this in her entire fucking life. Growing up in a world completely overridden by monsters would do that sort of thing, after all. All of the big cities had long since collapsed after years of abandonment, resulting in nothing but remaining shells of their former glory.

But here she was, in a full-fledged city. With real fucking people walking around, more worried about being late for some boring meeting than fending for their lives. People who were holding strange foods that she'd only seen in old magazines - like hot dogs. She'd never, in a million fucking years, thought she'd see a hot dog. Let alone have a chance to eat one! She was so enamored, in fact, that didn't even register or dirty she looked compared to literally everyone else. Showers and running water weren't exactly a thing back home, after all.

But... who cared?? She was in a fucking CITY! She wasn't even sure how she got here- maybe it was a dream? Well, if it was a dream, then it was the realest one she'd ever experienced. Even more real than that one where she was on the plane. This... this was a whole other level of 'blow your mind' wackshit. She could let loose the longest, most vulgar string of swear words she could think of, and that still wouldn't capture how utterly fucking annihilated her mind was right now.

And in this wonder-fueled awe, Ellie had wandered into the Daily Planet. I mean, the place had a giant, golden spinning globe on it. How the fuck could she not?

But what Ellie didn't account for, however, was the fact that there were other people here. After all, the streets and buildings she usually wandered into were often entirely empty - aside from her and whoever she was with, of course. So... here she was, too focused on the damn walls and ceilings to really focus on anyone near her. Most people managed to avoid bumping into the girl (although some of the less patient ones found themselves shouting various obscenities at the girl before walking away), but there were a few who didn't.

Perhaps the worst of these cases was none other than Jed Olsen, who Ellie had bumped into headfirst... before falling onto her ass with a slight, "Oof!"

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Still Sad and Still Anxious
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

"S-Star..." Marco replied through his sniffles. "Her name's... S-Star..." the crying had calmed down by now, having dwindled to only the occasional small sniffle. His face was as red as a tomato, and he was unable to fully regain his composure. But he tried to. He really did. But he knew that she wasn't here. The destruction of magic had separated them... she was stuck back on Mewni, and he was stuck here.

It was how things were.

Even if he didn't recognize this place, come to think of it.

Feeling someone walk right into his side from his left, Jed Olsen's newspaper fell out of his hand, drifting slowly to the ground as he snapped around. For just a second, his eyes seemed enraged as his surprise turned into anger, before his expression softened into that more akin to an average, slightly shaken citizen. He looked at the person who had bumped into him, a young girl, and couldn't help but notice just how filthy she was. She looked rough, to say the least, definitely not your average Metropolis high-schooler. That wasn't a bad thing though, those city girls were annoying, something he learned firsthand.

Jed stepped towards the girl, offering his hand with a smile.

"C'mon, get up, you're fine." He said, containing a laugh behind his teeth. "From the looks of things... you've been falling down a lot today."

The journalist's tone wasn't that of mockery, it was playful, like a teammate on a soccer team after his friend had gotten a mouthful of grass.

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Embarrassed
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @Cloaked

Ellie flashed a nervous smile as she was offered the hand, chuckling slightly all the while. Man- not even a day here, and she was already making an ass of herself. New record, Ellie.

The offered hand was accepted regardless, and with it came Ellie soon climbing back up to her feet. "Sorry about that," Ellie said to the man while rubbing the back of her neck. "I... uh..." she tried to think of an adequate explanation. She could just tell him the truth - but something told her that talking about how she came from a place overrun by infected man-eating fungus people wouldn't be considered "normal" behavior for a place like this. So instead, after that brief moment of silence, she raised her arms and gestured to the world around them, "I'm just not... used to places like this- I guess."

Her eyes fell, and it was at that point that she realized that the man's newspaper had fallen onto the ground. Ah, man. She never had like... new issues of those things back home- but she still knew what they were. Old pages ripped out of twenty-year old issues could still be seen just... floating around places. Just in the wind. Fluttering mindlessly. Remnants of a past long forgotten... or some other bullshit like that. This whole place took things to a whole other level. It was THE place long forgotten.

Regardless of any of that, Ellie ultimately had picked up the newspaper and handed it off to Jed. "Here ya go, man."

Jed accepted the newspaper, folding it in half by the crease. Instead of continuing his read, he stuffed the paper into his satchel along with his other belongings, raising his head to talk to the girl.

"Where you from?" He asked, trying not to sound too curious. "You said you aren't used to the city, and let's just say, I can tell."

Jed realized how harsh his words may have sounded, raising his hand in an apologetic manner as he attempted to fix his wording.

"I meant, you look a little rough." He continued. "I know I'm just a man on the street, but what happened?"

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Slightly Anxious
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @Cloaked

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Ellie watched closely as the other man tucked his newspaper away inside of his satchel. Huh... so people carried stuff around in bags here too, huh? Not that it was even remotely close to the kinds of things people had to carry around back home. Yeah, she doubted that there were any arrows, guns, or knives in that small ass bag. Probably just a bunch of ultimately useless crap like - well, newspapers. Ellie tried to shrug as subtly as possible to hide her own backpack from Jed's view. After all, the last thing she needed was some reporter dude knowing she was packing heat with various highly illegal weapons. Not that... ya know, she actually KNEW they were illegal.

"Uhhh- Boston!" came Ellie's almost immediate response to his question. It was the first thing she thought of, and it soon hit her how stupid that sounded. Ya know, especially after saying that she wasn't used to cities. Ellie cleared her throat after that, hoping to cover her tracks at least somewhat. "Y-yeah... ya know I'm just from the uh... the slums... 'n shit."

Nice save there, Ellie. Nice save.

Bill and Ted's Outlandish Voyage

Location: Gotham City
Mood: Eager / Eager
Status: Healthy / Healthy
Interactions: Open

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CRASH!!!!

In an alleyway near the Gotham museum, a glass telephone booth lined red appeared. It crackled with orange electricity. The doors folded open, and one adolescent boy stumbled out. Ted glanced back at his friend with a concerned expression, watching him fruitlessly press each button. "Error," was all the automated voice had to say.

Bill shook his head, following after Ted. "The dialing thing's busted somehow!" It was odd; the antenna was fine this time around. No other signs of damage on the booth. What in the world was the cau— "Dude, where'd you get another watch?" Bill pointed at Ted's arm, curiosity quickly taking over any hint of concern.

"Another watch?" Ted raised his arm, looking at the new device from all angles. "I dunno, I thought I only had one." His eyes widened as he looked over to his friend. Ted pointed at his arm. "Dude, you have the same watch!"

"I do?" One quick glance confirmed that, indeed, he had a matching watch. It was strange, yes, and it felt tightly secure on their arm.

But they now had matching watches!

"Awesome!"

The two played air guitar, beaming.

"So, uh, where are we?"

They finally took a good look at their surroundings, outside the alleyway. It was a marvelous sight to behold; buildings towering higher than anything in San Dimas, excluding Waterloo water park. It would've looked way cooler in the morning, but who were they to complain?

"Well, it's really dark, the streets are all empty. It's most gloomy." Ted's jaw dropped. It was a most grave realization. He turned to Bill. "Dude..." They now had something to complain about. "We're in Detroit!"

The joy drained from Bill's eyes. "Detroit?! We need to get out of here!" He ran back to their red phone booth, cramming inside... only to remember: "But the phone booth's most busted!" He poked his head out. "It's lost its time-traveling juice!"

Ted warily looked around. "We're in serious bogus, now. What do we do?"

Some pondering later, and another idea struck Bill. Lit up, he rushed over to his friend. "Ted, your dad's a deputy! The police here have to know him!"

Ted clenched his fist as if they secured a victory. "You're right! But where do we find the police?"

---

"Police! Police!"

"Police! Police!"

The duo stood in the middle of the dead street, yelling their lungs out for an officer and occasionally a phone booth repairman. Little did they know just how far away their San Dimas was.

---

The person that was causing this boy pain was called Star, no doubt a girl if the name was any indication. Perhaps a sister or his love then? “A lovely name. I take it from how distraught you were that she’s very close to you then? Is she someone you love in the romantic sense then?” It was best that she asked that question sooner rather than later to avoid any confusion on the nature of their relationship.

With his crying seeming to have calmed down by now, she held out a hand to him to pull him up to his feet, giving him a soft yet friendly smile. “Oh, my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself and I didn't ask your name. My name is Lunafreya but if it’s easier for you, you can call me Luna. What’s your name?”

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - A Bit Embarrassed
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

"O-oh... uhhhh...."

Wow. Marco had not been expecting a question like that. He guessed that he should've seen it coming, really - I mean it only made sense, what with how distraught he seemed to be over her. But... wow! Talk about putting somebody on the spot like that. Marco's face had almost immediately turned red upon being asked such a question, and his breathing seemed to pick up a bit as well. He was fine that Star and him were a couple now - more than fine, actually! But... like. Geez, man.

"Y-yeah... I- uh. I guess..." Marco looked away from Lunafreya and began to rub at the back of his neck a little bit. He tried to think of a good way to segue into another topic - but luckily, she'd done the work for him. A small sigh of relief escaped Marco as he then turned back, seemingly willing to look the woman in the eyes once more. Thank gosh they were off that topic.

"M-Marco," the teen responded in a nervous tone - which had just been unfortunately left over following their previous topic of conversation. "Marco Diaz. It's uh... it's nice to meet you, Luna."

Kevin had made his purchases from the mall and was walking down the dingy streets of Gotham City witha large plastic bag in hand, while walking pass several shifty folks and the dimly illuminated signs of many of the city's late-night attractions. As he walks, Trench is locked deep within his own thoughts "Everywhere I go around this place, all I hear, all I see is the name 'Gotham'. Could it be that the Timebomb that I created with the Warbringer suit managed to somehow to not kill me but send me to an alternate New York? It would explain why my suit downgraded back to it's complete Nightwatch iteration. Perhaps this is another opportunity for me. To make a new life for myself. A new future I can make for myself! Kevin Trench has been dead a long time and in truth...He couldn't rebuild no matter how hard he'd try...I don't know much about this 'Gotham' but perhaps Kevin Trench could make it his new home." Suddenly, Kevin could here commotions coming from up ahead, followed by a few gunshots. Not wasting time, Kevin dips into an alleyway. With no one in-sight, his high-tetch nanite suit begins to materialize over him in it's darkened splendor "And like every home...It needs security... Luckily enough, NIGHTWATCH has just clocked in!" His cape sprouts into sharp, blade-like wings and takes of into the sky. He drops his bag on a near-by building before heading towards the sound of the commotion. Nigthwatch watches his infared to see where exactly the problem is taking place and once he find several people, seemingly having a stand-off, he knows that's where he needs to be. He dives down into the alley and let's his cape block the moonlight over them, letting the moonlight highlight the outline of his cape as he carefully descends to his feet, his cape resuming it's original form "Don't mind if I drop in. Just wanted to know if there was a problem here." He remarks coldly as he looks between Jesse and the crooks

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The reaction he had told her all she needed to know about the nature of their relationship even before he answered the question. He cared about her, truly. The way he was upset over Star not being there showed her that and she knew Noctis must be feeling the same way back on Eos if when the two talked in the dream world was any indication.

It made her really miss him… but she knew that he was capable enough to deal with the Starscourge, she fulfilled her duty after all. And he was the Chosen King, if anyone was more than capable enough of dealing with the plague and the daemons on their own, it was him.

“I had a feeling it was love.” She gave him a nod and continued to hold out her hand to let him pull himself up from the ground. “It’s nice to meet you, Marco. Do you know where we are? It looks like no place I’m familiar with.”

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Worried and anxious
Status - Healthy
Interactions/Mentions - @thatguyinastore, @TheElenaFisher

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Hameln was made aware of that her own presence had been spotted - she did not take long at all to realise that at least one of the two (the girl) had noticed her while the boy who was lost in his own sorrows vented and slowly settled. The good news, which Hameln was relieved to see, was said boy was slowly calming down from his emotional problems, which she could only infer was happening, but lacks the context. Of course, she is but a witness - but this brought her to the bad news, where she was just. Staring at them. Awkwardly, watching - without an inch of movement nor a single sound. Realising this, of course, Hameln didn't feel too good about it. What the heck was she thinking?! Just standing there, wanting to help, but not knowing how! If she knew the context anyways, she wouldn't be able to fully relate and ease the issue regardless of whether or not she was right there to begin with!

With a downed sigh, she nervously inched closer, though not wanting to say anything as she drew closer to the duo, her eyes stained with concern as she looked right at the boy in question before she finally said anything at all - not to him, in fact, it was in response to the girl who asked her question of - where the heck is here anyways? "E-Erm, so... sorry for interrupting - I didn't wanna watch any more, but... I-I don't know either! It surely is not where I or either of you belong!" Though she stuttered, Hameln's tone was serious if riddled with concern for the situation at hand despite the volume of her voice and the energy she carried within it. When their attention turned to her however... there goes that sudden bravado that allowed her to even approach to begin with.

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Confused
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

"Yeah..." Marco ultimately nodded in response to her while continuing to rub his neck. "Guess I wasn't too subtle about it, huh?" And how could he be? Star was... well, she was the most important person in his life now. And that wasn't hyperbole of any sort. After everything they'd been through - after all the adventures that they'd gone on... he couldn't imagine life without her. He just couldn't.

"But it's uh... it's nice to meet you too, I guess," he shrugged before looking around their general area. He hadn't actually taken the time to look around the place before now. He... didn't recognize this place at all, actually. He glanced back to her, "Looks like we're in some kinda park..." Marco blinked and gave one more look around, "Not any park I recognize, though-"

Marco turned after that, upon hearing the approach of someone new. He hadn't noticed the girl before - having been far too lost in his concern for his lost girlfriend. But now, things had calmed down, and he was able to talk to her without bombarding his own conversation with a heap of sniffles and stuttering. That fact was definitely one which was for the best. After all - Marco knew better than anyone that they'd never get anywhere if he just constantly wallowed in his own self-pity. He was sad, sure, but there was very clearly more going on than what he'd first thought.

"It's fine," Marco replied, holding up a hand. He rested his hands on his hips then, before nodding. "Yeah. Luna and I were just saying the same thing." A hand was outstretched toward Hameln. "I'm Marco, by the way."

Saibh - Currently in the “Narrows”, and healthy as can be. She’s fairly curious about the newly revealed woman, but admittedly feeling a little embarrassed about not knowing what to do and what not to do in Gotham City - to be fair, she didn’t come here of her own will, but still!

And finally, the source of the thuds and knocks revealed herself.

The horned monster looked upwards, finding the woman with her hands up. Good thing she wasn’t going to pose a threat to Saibh. She nodded in response to the woman’s greeting, expression morphing into a stoic one. Not that Saibh’s expression wasn’t like that before, kind of, her new one was just the usual amount of inexpressiveness now.

Dumbest thing? Narrows? Yeah, Saibh was confused, but a bit embarrassed too. “I didn’t know it was “dumb”. I just woke up here, I’m not exactly sure how… I hardly ever leave home.”

The flower eater took a few steps closer, leaning against the wall near the fire escape carrying the masked maiden. “You’re from here then, right? Have you seen a woman named Maris? She’s taller than me with dark hair, and she owns a cafe… I really don’t want her to be worried.”

She crossed her arms, before finally noticing an odd piece on her wrist. Saibh’s dark purple eyes fixed upon the watch with a slight tilt of her head. “...I don’t remember having this on.” The consumer of emotions muttered to herself.