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[alwaysroomforhope]

For once, Steph doesn't vant to be alone. She's in the bar, sitting in one of the booths against the wall -- sitting on the table, in fact, knees tucked under her chin and back against the wall, watching people pass.

Her Security badge is visible, pinned to her shoulder.

[EPs late at night are always a good idea! ... or not. sorry! i'll catch up inna morning. <3]

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[skyhighlucy.livejournal.com]

One of these people passing is a girl about Steph's age; a little taller, somewhat skinnier, and much much more rainbow coloured and brightly glowing.

Karolina hasn't felt the need to turn the glow off yet, so she's weraing it like a badge.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Okay, that? That is really cool.

Steph leans forward to watch her pass, fascinated.

"...wow!"

[skyhighlucy.livejournal.com]

Karolina turns at the voice, completely unaware it might be about her, and her face breaks into a smile when she catches Steph's eye.

"Oh, wow, you're really pretty."

No, seriously, she considers this a good opener.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph blinks at her for a second.

It's a good opener to put someone totally off balance!

"...me?"

Maybe the glowy girl meant someone else behind her. No, wait, there's just the wall there.

" -- um, thanks! I was totally just thinking the same thing about you, actually, with the glowing and the pretty and stuff."

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is at his favorite perch at the Bar, reading the day's paper. He gives a little wave to Steph.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph waves back, smiling over at him. "Hey, Knox. 'Sup?"

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

He puts aside the paper. "Oh, the usual. Dent versus the Mob. You got a Sal Maroni in your Gotham?" He remembers that once Steph warned him about Dent (he's not going to remind her that his city has two Harvey Dents) but isn't thinking about that now.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph thinks about it for a second, and then shakes her head. "Don't remember. Sorry."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells just got in from longbow practise, and he wants a cuppa before going to work. Company might not be all that bad either. Zuko's likely to flip out and burn things if he hears of any sort of interaction between people he's willing to talk to and Stephanie, but that's Zuko's problem. Besides, he didn't tell Wells what put him in his mood of yesterday.

"Hallo, Stephanie."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph glances up, a little guilty when she sees who it is.

"Oh! Hi. How's --" she glances outside, and grimaces, because there's a giant pile of smoking char on the lawn. "--the training going? I'm guessing that's what you were doing?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Longbow work, yeah. It's lucky I already have aiming down pat or I'd be going mad over the blasted windage." Wells shakes his head. "The girls're damned lucky they get to use crossbows, it's that much fucking easier."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Windage?" Steph looks properly interested now, rather than just polite. "I don't know much about bows; I always figured it was sort of -- I dunno, just point and shoot?"

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon's nostrils twitch, but he doesn't ask what's wrong. He just disappears for a few moments, then comes back with four funny shaped (http://www.superiormartialarts.com/images12/W056%5B1%5D.jpg) sharp things and tilts his head toward the lake door with a soft whuff of air.

It's an invitation.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph takes slightly less than 0.003% of a second to accept it, slithering off the table and to her feet to follow him out.

Training with Spoon is hard work and rewarding, and she likes the sound of that, whatever he's got in mind.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

"Moonswords." He says, pushing a second one on her, "They're used in pairs. Sort of hard to get, at first, but they've got a lot of options."

Then he starts swinging them, "Block with the hand guard, it's also sharp to cut with. Hook with the end. Stab with the spike. One to guard, one to attack...but you switch hands to give yourself more a more versatile set of movements."

[alwaysroomforhope]

"Hook with the end?" Steph wrinkles her nose, copying his movements anyway -- awkward at first, as with anything new, but smoothing rapidly. "That sounds kind of vicious."

[silentson.livejournal.com]

As one of them passes by, he stops mid step, catching sight of her out of the corner of his eye. Now, here's a girl who looks like she needs a friendly ear. He waves hello, with a wide smile on his face.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Smiles are good. Smiles distract. Steph returns it, and the wave.

"Hi!"

She nods at her table. There's space, she's only sitting on one end of it.

[silentson.livejournal.com]

He slips into a seat, still grinning foolishly. It's his thing. He tests the water, signing My name is Jericho just to see if she gets it. If she doesn't, he'll pull out the pencil and paper.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Atton (and it is definitely Atton this time - Despite the fact that his features have barely changed at all since he was eighteen-year-old-Jaq, he's taller, his attire is the usually scruffy, patched up brown leather, rather than a Republic uniform, and he's got one less finger than Jaq. That, and the general air that he carries himself with is different) wanders over, peering at her.

Possibly he realises that something's wrong, and possibly not - If he does, there's no indication that he does. He just sits down next to her on the table, dropping the heavy bag he seems to be carrying everywhere lately on the seat and tilting his head at her.

"Haven't seen you for a while - Well, not that long, but y'know. Been a bit too wrapped up in stuff - Oh, and I got amnesia again. It was fun, except I kissed Wes, see. Which made things a little awkward but, y'know, that got sorted pretty quickly."

[alwaysroomforhope]

Blink. Blink.

"Hi, Att. ... Run that last bit by me again?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"No," Amiably. "Anything interesting happen to you? There is only so much time I can spend making weapons before the initial glee of 'yay, objects of destruction' wears off and I have t'come and, you know. Socialise."

[md_donighal]

Man in a gray suit passes by, and as he catches a dead blond Robin's eye, just for fun he says, "Didn't I see you at a party in Gotham the other day?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph glances up, and smiles at him. "Yeah, you did. I didn't get your name or anything though. I'm Steph!"

[md_donighal]

"Nor I yours; thank you, Steph. I'm Michael. Hero turned anti-hero turned outright villain doing my level damnedest to turn hero again."