Kitra had just gotten off a lovely plane ride from Japan the day prior. After stopping at her apartment, which was still there and not touched but for a lovely cleaning lady that she had hired before disappearing. Kitra had opened up a lovely little wall safe in said apartment and had pulled out a plain manila folder.

She was now walking towards one of the many parks, of course she was hoping to perhaps spot a coffee shop or vendor nearby. Kitra hadn't had coffee in, well, a long time, and, it was needed. She spotted a coffee vendor, and upon happily getting a cup of dark roast coffee, with an expresso shot of of course, set to find a bench or perhaps a table nearby.

Nearly five lovely minutes later, it was quite bright and beautiful outside, she found a bench that was currently unoccupied. Therefore, Kitra occupied it, and she occupied it well. She was wearing a light, pretty green tank top with flower designs etched into it, and her skirt was a light purple that matched well with said shirt. Of course her skirt was about knee length, no need to show more skin then necessary. After settling herself comfortably, she then pulled out the plain manila folder to read.

Kitra was simply appalled, she hadn't opened this folder before she had disappeared. Kitra had taken in the contents quite well, however you could tell she was upset as her face was slowly turning from red to a very very angry looking pale as she continued through its contents. Yes, Kitra had gotten to the mind torture device, which was horrifying in itself. As was the rest of the facts that were in there. She placed said manila folder back into her purse, er more of a side backpack, and just sat and thought, or more like stewed, upon the contents of said folder.

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Aedus was confused beyond confusing. He wanted to wait on Noel, she was Innocent and great to be around, he found her attractive, intelligent, he was legitimately impressed with her, but she kind of, sort of liked him and admittedly didn't want to. what did you do with that, wait and nurture that like into hopefully more or respect that and back off. Be less likeable? Should he stop flirting with other women in the meantime, or should he simply be himself until she figured out what she wanted. That sounded the most likely. He liked her, he liked her more than he probably should at this point of their, not relationship.

He grabbed a bottle of water and continued to jog down the road and came to the decision to be himself. She stated she didn't want him, so why couldn't he be himself. He couldn't cheat on someone who refused to have a relationship with him.

As that thought drifted out of his head another drifted in.

Leggy, pouty red head sitting on a bench. He slowed down and sat down on the bench near by. He set his unopened water between them and leaned over to check his laces. Sweat ran down his shoulder as he had just completed his fifth mile of the day. His maroon tank top clung to him.

He opened his water bottle and looked over to the woman, after taking a couple thirsty gulps, he reaccessed what he had thought to be a pout and realized there was more frustration than pout.

"Is everything okay?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Is everything okay?"
Kitra nearly jumped out of her skin, she peered over, not very far mind you, at the young man who asked her a simple question in the a concerning tone. Which was nice, and the young man looked very cute, despite him having sweat trickling down him like little rivers. Though that made his lovely maroon shirt stick to him, which showed off quite nice muscles. Kitra flashed a bright smile, she hadn't realized her frustration was showing, or her poutyness whichever it was. "I'm alright, thanks. Just confirmed some things I had suspected and it made me a tad frustrated is all."

She smiled again, and looked closer at his face, her eyebrows quirking upwards when she noticed his eyes were bright orange. This, of course, brought a slight smirk of cuteness to her face, 'of course the first person that decides to chat with me is a possible mutant.' Outloud, "So are your eyes orange due to contacts, or being natural?"

"I'm sorry to hear that." She could deal out more details if she liked, he wouldn't pry unless invited. all and all she seemed disappointed with something but recovering well enough. The smile that came to the corners of her mouth was appreciated. She checked him out a bit too, He recognized the look possibly because he was typically the one doing it. He had already stolen his glances while she wasn't looking.

"Ah, they are natural, Used to be dark green, but I've recently gone through some changes. No need to be afraid though, I'm mostly tame." he winked as he said it, you never could tell how people were going to react to finding out a mutant was chatting with him, he guessed she would be fine, as she asked some calmly.

"Ah, they are natural, Used to be dark green, but I've recently gone through some changes. No need to be afraid though, I'm mostly tame."

Kitra chuckled as she noticed that he had winked as he said that. "My name is Kitra, and no random eyecolors or much else will bring anything more then a raised eyebrow." She had quite the cheerful voice whilst saying that, she was still somewhat irked from what she had confirmed but she couldn't be bothered by it, unless she ran across Slate anytime soon.

Kitra stood and straightened her skirt as when she sat it had gone a bit above her knees, perhaps more so then she would have liked. After she had done that then Kitra then nabbed her coffee cup and pitched it in a nearby trash recipticle. She turned to the young man and smiled again," By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"Good to Know, Kitra" He imagined however if he burst into lava in front of her, he might get more than a quirked brow. It sounded like he had been able to lift her spirits a bit. He took the opportunity of her shot at the trash can, to chug some more water, It was obvious that he had been putting his body through its paces. He watched as some of her legs disappeared once more behind the veil of her skirt.

"I'm Aedus Teague. A pleasure to meet you." He wondered momentarily if he was making the right choice, should he even be here flirting with the woman? He didn't see why not. 'So Kitra what brings you to the park today?" He was too nosy for his own good, if she told him her troubles he'd want to fix them.

Crap! Aedus caught site of a clock in a store behind Kitra and glanced at his watch. He hopped up from the bench. "Listen,I know this is crazy, but here's my number. call me." He finished off his water and then pulled off the wrapper, he tore off the sticker part and jotted down his number, "I just realized i barely have time to Run home, get clean and to work." He was like a whirlwind all of a sudden. He began to jog before she could even really decide on how to react. "Seriously, give me a call." He then turned and sprinted down the road, he hadn't worked at Faust pharmaceuticals so long that he could get away with making his own hours.

Coffee was the one indulgence that Skydancer had ever allowed herself. As a pique athlete, it just wasn't in her best interests to drink or smoke or even eat much in the way of sweets. When one was training for the Olympics, every little thing that was put into one's body had to be carefully considered because it was important to maximize every possible advantage. Coffee, however, was the one thing she could jus never seem to give up.

Life was a little, well a lot, different now. Skydancer's Olympic dreams had been dashed years ago and she was now training to become a circus acrobat, an activity more performance based than purely competetive, but old habits died hard. She still trained every day and more rigerously than most of her trainers or the other students and she still regulated, fairly carefully, what she put into her body. Part of it was her mutation and the need to have a lot of salt and iron or become severly ill, but a good part of it was simply old habits as well.

After a morning of training, all Skydancer really wanted was a nice hot coffee and that's exactly what she went out to get. She remember a place, not too far from the circus facilities, and made her way there. She didn't bother to cover up her purple skin, both because she was coming from training where it didn't matter anyway and because she had become more comfortable with in in recent weeks, though she opted to wear her wig. She rarely went anywhere without the wig as there was just something about being hairless that was a lot more difficult to accept than being purple.

Passing over a handful of coins, a cup of hot coffee was passed to her in return. Not spotting any empty benches, she sat on the other side of one in which a red haired woman was currently sitting. As the man speaking to her ran off, she nodded her head in acknowledgement in her direction.

Allison had always been inclined to spend time in parks when she could, but mostly that was because they were the easiest (and safest) places to run. The last several months had changed that, and she’d started spending all her time in parks, even when not running. The last week her free time had increased significantly, and so had her tendency to linger in parks, doing nothing in particular but avoiding her room.

Not that she didn’t like her room. She liked it quite a lot, in fact. There just weren’t enough distractions there to keep her from thinking too much. Parks, at least during the day, offered far more distractions, whether that was in the form of people watching, tree climbing or unexpected discoveries of ants that decided to crawl on her.

So far this particular day the ants had been wise enough to avoid her (Allison didn’t know if being flicked off from knee height to go flying through the air and eventually land... somewhere, was lethal to ants, but at least it couldn’t be good for them), so Allison was entertaining herself with watching people. Most were boring, so she picked the oddest ones and invented stories for them.

Like that one. Meet, flirt, panicked sprint away. There was probably an interesting story there.

Kitra couldn't help but smile even more as he introduced himself and then caught sight of a clock and then his watch.

"Listen,I know this is crazy, but here's my number. call me. I just realized i barely have time to Run home, get clean and to work.Seriously, give me a call."

Kitra had taken the number Aedus had handed her before running off with a happy smile on her face. As she stuck said number in her side backpack, she noticed a lass sit next to her and give her a nod as Kitra looked her direction. She was slightly surprised at her purple skin, which was neat and gave off the immediate impression of being a mutant. Something that also did not bother Kitra, what was bothering her was that dratted information in the manila folder that she had read just a bit ago. Before being delightfully brought of her funk by Aedus, who was quite cute in her opinion.

Kitra outwardly smiled, an amused smile before addressing said purple skinned, and blond wigged lass that had just sat next to her. She had also noted the coffee cup in her hand as well. "Coffee is a wondrous and very addictive liquid, name's Kitra. Nice skin color by the way, mind me asking your name?" Kitra had also spotted another lass that had been eye spying Aedus before he ran off, which she dismissed for the moment unless she came up and decided to strike up conversation.

The first sip of a good cup of coffee was a little like Skydancer imagined heaven must be like. There was just something about the rich flavour that was enjoyable to the route of her being. There were other things in life worth enjoying, but nothing quite like the first sip of coffee. She sat there with the cup warming her hands, contented, at least for the moment.

"Coffee is a wondrous and very addictive liquid, name's Kitra. Nice skin color by the way, mind me asking your name?"

"You are so very right about that," Skydancer agreed, sharing her coffee inspired contentedness with a stranger. There had been a time, only a short handful of weeks ago, when she would have been afraid that said stranger secretly wanted to do something terrible to her simply because she was a mutant, but in recent weeks she had become more accepting of her visible state. It was a good feeling to not be constantly worried about people trying to hurt her, although she still worried that it might be just a little niave to think things had changed so much in such a short amount of time.

"The name's Skydancer and thanks for the compliment." It was such a simple thing, being complimented on her skin, and yet it was also very meaningful. Before she could say anything else she spotted a woman that was familiar. She frowned momentarily, lost in recent memories of the slug twins.

"Skydancer?" Pretty name." Kitra trailed off as it seemed the young lady's mind seemed elsewhere as it looked like Skydancer had spotted the same woman she had earlier. Though Skydancer was frowning, and Kitra wasn't sure if it was a good or bad frown. Shrugging slightly, she waved at the girl she had spotted earlier and now Skydancer was looking at her. "Come join us, I couldn't help but notice that you were eyespying Mr. Eyecandy earlier and now this lassy has spotted you. Curiousity has gotten the better of me." Definite smiles and curiousity, which she had heard could kill cats, well curiousity that is.

"Come join us, I couldn't help but notice that you were eyespying Mr. Eyecandy earlier and now this lassy has spotted you. Curiousity has gotten the better of me."

Skydancer did a mental shaking out of her brain and forced her attention back upon the woman in front of her. Whatever the tattooed woman was doing or whoever she was, it wasn't her concern right at the moment. Some other time, perhaps, she might inquire but for now it was enough to know that she was alive and seemingly healthy.

"Sorry, I guess I'm feeling easily distracted today." Skydancer smiled and shrugged apologetically. "I thought I recognized her, is all. You sure you don't mind sharing your bench with a mutant?" She took a sip of her coffee, luxuriating in its warmth and flavour.

Another glance at the tattooed woman decided her. Wasn't part of helping people making sure they were all right afterwards as well as when things were actually dangerous? Of course it was. "If you'll excuse me one moment," she spoke to Kitra, standing up.

"Excuse me," she called out to the woman standing nearby. "I remember you. I thought it'd be polite to say hi." She offered her best inviting smile and wave, all the while feeling like a bit of an idiot. What if talking to the people you helped save wasn't the right thing to do after all?

Allison blinked, stared, and found herself too confused to respond. Eyecandy? She had certainly not been looking for eye candy. Brain candy maybe, or random amusing mental scene candy, but eye candy? Definitely not. Of course, eye candy was a lot more normal than brain candy, so brain candy would probably confuse people, if not freak them out, so it might be easiest to claim eye candy anyway….

Before Allison could decide whether or not to protest about the eye candy, though, the other, halfway familiar woman stood up and called to her.

"Excuse me. I remember you. I thought it'd be polite to say hi."

Oh. Oh, right, that was why she seemed familiar.

...Allison really didn’t want to be remembered for that. She smiled anyway, though; Allison being useless wasn’t anyone else’s fault. “Hello.” And… what else was she supposed to say? Probably nothing yelled across the path, anyway, so she stood up and moved over to the other bench, waving to the woman who’d first called to her. “And hello. How are you?”

The woman looked slightly confused at her eyecandy comment. 'Oh well,' Kitra thought with a small smile as she thought the guy had been decent eyecandy. She turned her attention back to Skydancer and grinned, "Why would it bother me to be sitting with another mutant?"

Deciding she should probably show what she meant, Kitra pulled out a piece of paper from her bag. Once she pulled it from her bag she let go of it letting it flutter to the ground. Also watching it intently as it folded itself into a paper crane and flew to land gently on Skydancer's knee once she sat back down. "Nope, don't believe it bothers me at all," Kitra smiled mischeivesly. The young lady across the way had finally made her way to their bench. Couldn't quite ignore to people attempting to get her attention now could she?

“And hello. How are you?”

"I'm doing great! It's currently a beautiful day and with coffee in my stomach its even better. How about yourself?" Kitra sincerly hoped her cheerful deamonor wouldn't scare the girl away.

"I'm doing well," Skydancer replied genuinely, holding up her delicious cup of coffee by way of explanation. Because, really, no other explanation should be needed. "Though I think I should probably ask you the same, considering." After all, she hadn't been the one brainwashed by brain slugs. Or something. Actually, the whole event was still a little foggy in her mind regarding the exact details of what had happened but she knew for a fact that she would never look at slugs the same way again. Not that she had ever looked at slugs particularly positively.

"I don't think we were ever formally introduced. I'm Skydancer." Skydancer extended a hand for shacking, rather relieved to note that there was no slime involved this time around. Slugs. Icky slimy things that she hoped never to have to worry about again. She suppressed a shudder at the thought.

Skydancer turned back to Kitra and smiled warmly. "I guess I forget sometimes that some of us can blend in with a crowd. I learned the art of body make-up recently to hide my skin. Usually I find it more work than its really worth though." She grimaced a little at just how much effort it took to cover all visible bits of flesh. Wigs were easy and fun, thick body make-up no so much.