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thoughtformed2012-04-13 10:48 pm
vdova) wrote in thoughtformed2012-04-13 10:48 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff, Tim Drake
What: Rooftop meetings in the middle of the night.
When: Post-Dark Hour
Where: The roofstops outside the Visitor Center.
Warnings: N/A
Natasha was glad her catsuit had come with her. Black nanomesh (standard SHIELD regulation of course), and all of her toys, her standard regulation guns, belt, bracelets.. At least this place had been that kind to her, even if they had no idea what they were getting into by giving her those things. She didn't quite believe the 'not real' thing. Sure, she'd been supposedly texting with Sherlock Holmes, but that could have been anyone, doing anything. This place required investigation, and a lot of it. A cursory bit of questioning and observation of the natives had her decide that the place to watch would be the Visitor's Center, and during her time crouched on the edge of the wall she had found out the most peculiar thing of all -- no one left. At least, no one who hadn't already come in, stayed for a moment or two, and then walked right back out. She could see shapes moving inside, but no one left, not even after the sun had set and most places would be shutting up for the evening so the workers could go home.
What kind of place was this?
What: Rooftop meetings in the middle of the night.
When: Post-Dark Hour
Where: The roofstops outside the Visitor Center.
Warnings: N/A
Natasha was glad her catsuit had come with her. Black nanomesh (standard SHIELD regulation of course), and all of her toys, her standard regulation guns, belt, bracelets.. At least this place had been that kind to her, even if they had no idea what they were getting into by giving her those things. She didn't quite believe the 'not real' thing. Sure, she'd been supposedly texting with Sherlock Holmes, but that could have been anyone, doing anything. This place required investigation, and a lot of it. A cursory bit of questioning and observation of the natives had her decide that the place to watch would be the Visitor's Center, and during her time crouched on the edge of the wall she had found out the most peculiar thing of all -- no one left. At least, no one who hadn't already come in, stayed for a moment or two, and then walked right back out. She could see shapes moving inside, but no one left, not even after the sun had set and most places would be shutting up for the evening so the workers could go home.
What kind of place was this?