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Domino is sitting just outside the door to the woods. She's looking over a fishing rod, fiddling with the reel to get some more line on it. A cooler of beers, and a second cooler half-full of ice are next to her. She's gotten so caught up in dealing with the reel, she stopped walking.

Her clothing is an odd mixture. The pants she's wearing lack details, unless she's looking at them directly. They're a dark-ish color, that seems to shift between dark blue and black, as her mind wanders. That's the downside to being an astral projection: you get fuzzy on the details without training.

Her boots, hat, and coat are all quite real, and are heavy and black, fluffy, blue, and possessing earflaps, and plaid, respectively.

This fishing trip is to get her mind off things, and company would definitely be helpful to this end. Anyone care to talk to the lady who's not really there?

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Ben took his iced tea outside...that is until he got an immediate and harsh lesson on how Milliways' climate does not necessarily match the one he came from. Still he wanted some none dessert air so a quick stop by Bar and he's back wearing an old US Army jacket and walking around sipping his tea.

His constitutional comes to a halt when he spots the woman fishing. Despite himself he can't help staring, he's still not use to all this weird stuff you see.

Domino wouldn't have noticed Ben, if she hadn't reached over to get her beer while he was staring. The lake was quiet, and it was nice to be outside. Those things had been absorbing all her attention.

She looked at the ma curiously for a second, then shrugged. "You might as well have a beer if you're going to watch me." She said it loud enough to be heard, and opened her cooler, putting another beet on its lid.

Ben shakes himself and is good enough to blush. "Sorry," he says making an all encompassing hand gesture, "I'm not used to all this weird stuff."

And then since they're outside and not likely to get caught he steps closer and takes the beer. "Thanks, it's pretty scorching in Arizona." Of course now he needs to decide what to do with the iced tea.

"Don't worry about it."

She doesn't have an extra chair, but the cooler's pretty sturdy. "That's how Arizona works, I think. I can't deal with it at all."

Domino would rather bundle up than be hot. "I'm Domino."

Ben does the guy nod with the beer before saying, "I'm Ben. I can't say I'm much impressed with Arizona myself. Good thing I'm just passing through. Umm...I hope this isn't offensive but are you a mutant or alien?"

He's seen pale girls before but nothing like this lady.

Domino snorts in amusement. "If I tell you, then I'll lose all my feminine mystique."

She takes a lengthy drink. "Mutant. Grab a seat, the cooler should hold."

She doesn't have an extra rod, but if he's okay with it, so is she.

"Cool," Ben says pulling up some grass so he can really stretch all 6'5" of himself out. "I know some folks are freaked about mutants but I'm cool with em. Oh I'm from New York, Queens 2004."

"I'm from 1990. Originally from Chicago."

She's not sure where she is right now. It's not important, anyway.

"I hear Queens is kind of rough."

"Nah, it's not too bad. Most of the crazy stuff happens in Manhattan. Yeah Spider-man shows up in Queens from time to time but guys like the Hulk only seem to show up downtown. Funny that."

"Hey, we're from the same world." She sounds a little excited. Beside Cable, she hasn't met anyone from home here. "I don't know a lot about New York City, though. No work for me there."

There were just too many people willing to do her work for cheaper there, not to mention her morality getting in the way of taking some jobs.

"Sounds like we're even than cause I don't know anything about Chicago except the Bears have a decent team. Nothing compared to the Giants of course.

"I didn't know Chicago have super heroes but I guess it makes sense. Not everything needs to happen in New York."

"I'm actually a Cubs fan. I never really got into football." Which doesn't make sense, given her taste for strong men and maximum violence. Baseball is more relaxing to her, which is why she enjoys it.

"No superheroes in Chicago I know about. I'm definitely not one, myself. Too much work for too little pay."

"Huh, never thought of it that way. I wonder how many people are running around with some sort of powers that don't dress up in the 'jammies."

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Another cooler of beers, and a small fishing kit, along with a second cooler, crammed with food, lands quietly next to her two.

"Hey. How's it going?"

Recovering from their latest session, he's still wobbly, but settles next to her easily, smiling. It's nice to just have a minute.

Domino looked up at Cable, smiling. "I'm good. Or you know, not dead."

As far as she knows. "Guess we finally get to fish together again. It's about time."

She opened his cooler, swiping a sandwich. "How're you?"

He snickered and snaked a beer, popping the top and sipping from it.

"So far, okay. lamenting the stupidity of my other self." He sat back, rubbing his face, but sighing.

He smiled at Domino. "Better here."

She nodded, settling back in her chair contentedly. "How's your grade school shaping up?"

She was curious to hear about Cable's new team. Hopefully things were going good for them all.

He nodded and started talking about X-Force.

"It's a good team, so far. We're working team exercises. Sam Guthrie is the sub team leader, with some truly good tactical and leading skills, and Syren is his second, with a certain amount of authority issues, but still more dedicated than most."

He rubbed his nose, thinking. "The rest of the team still is working, and a work in progress, but it's coming together, so far."

"You really like that Guthrie kid, huh?"

She eyed her rod, sighing a bit. "I think the fish are hibernating."

He chuckled. "He's important, and smart, and reminds me a lot of young me."

He glanced out, then shrugged. "Fish are a little odd, sometimes, give them time."

"I know. I'm the one that told you that. I guess I'm still a little agitated."

Which made sense, all things considered. That didn't mean she had to like it, though. "Still no clues about the impostor, huh?"

He shook his head.

"No. Other me is completely clueless. Looking at her, thinking on what she has done, so far she has been pretty damn near flawless. A few things that me, here, knowing what i know, might catch, but mostly? Pure pro."

He grumbled. "I hate being played."

"I hate you being played, too." She sighed a bit, finishing her sandwich. "How long has it been?"

He smiled a little, then sighed.

"About one and a half months now."

He was feeling truly chumped right now. "Seems like things are pretty quiet right now."

"Have you heard from Tolliver for any reason? I'm really having a hard time figuring out what the hell he wants at all."

Of course, she was being pretty consistently drugged, so things weren't terribly clear, anyway.