☠ 3:23 a.m.

[prearcadian]

name's Harlock.
no burning questions or complaints or philosophies to regale you with, sorry.
just these:

[three sets of coordinates. if explored, two lead to open, rather secluded areas just outside of town – one on the coastline. the other just leads to one of the bars.]

Comments

[prearcadian]

Speaking from experience?

[boobwindow]

Isn't it obvious?

[prearcadian]

I don't like making assumptions, even if it is with women who can fly through space. [a beat.]

So invisible people aren't so anymore, and causing problems. Anything else?

[boobwindow]

Some advice, I suppose: expect the unexpected.

[prearcadian]

I think better advice is probably...don't get too surprised when things do get weird.

[boobwindow]

Whichever works for you, buddy.

[prearcadian]

[lightly:] Naturally.

[a beat. now,] But back to this Lucifer guy.

[boobwindow]

What do you want to know? I could only tell you stories and he might not be anything like them.

[prearcadian]

Fact over fiction, Karen. [a slight beat. Karen? or Power Girl? like he frickin knows when to use which.] If you have any facts at all.

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[boobwindow]

[ DRAGS HAND DOWN FACE. ]

If you're going to pick a name, stick with it! Don't blow my cover!

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[prearcadian]

[yyyyes there we go.] Sorry. I don't know what rules you got for those names, you know.

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[boobwindow]

[ Space Pirate you are the worst. ]

In regular clothes I'm Karen Starr. In the costume it's Power Girl.

[ She also promised to take down Lucifer, so she'd prefer not like to see anyone she cares about get burned alive. ]

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[prearcadian]

[look out in space we just have clothes.

a beat. welp, can't do much but move forward:]

I'll remember.

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[boobwindow]

Please do. There are people who could get hurt if some nutjob decided to take advantage.

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[prearcadian]

That how it goes where you're from, huh.

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[boobwindow]

Unfortunately, Harlock.

[ Oh, look: she used his name. ]

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[prearcadian]

[unfazed:] There's more than a couple people here close enough to you that you gotta worry about things like that. You've made your point.

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[boobwindow]

Good.

Now, Lucifer. [ A beat. ] I'm afraid I don't have much on this guy other than he's got anger management issues.

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[prearcadian]

That's not really much to go on. Saying he hasn't done anything – just walking around with the potential?

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[boobwindow]

He trapped people in a museum and then set fire to it.

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[prearcadian]

[flat:] Charming. You know why?

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[boobwindow]

I can hazard a guess.

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[prearcadian]

Sure, anyone who's familiar with the fairy tales could. But that doesn't help too much right now.

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[boobwindow]

It's better than nothing, I'd hope.

And he's not the only angel around.

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[prearcadian]

Well, why not. [the sound of shifting.] Fantasy for fiction's fine with me, I suppose. It could be interesting.