artofcreation:

Rita had been keeping busy. Winter was really starting to hit them and she was enjoying the fact it was getting chillier out. She loved the cold!

What she didn't love was hearing about trouble. The kind of trouble she wanted to nip in the bud.

She was sure it was the kind of thing that would leave her terrified but she wasn't going to let a little fear stop her. So she hoped on her bike and went to track it down.

It took some work trying to pin it down because she was rubbish with directions.

Then by the time she found the area she was going to check out it was dark so she shivered just a little and hid her sword under her coat and slung her bag over one shoulder and started walking. She had to play up the poor innocent girl act a bit.

Too bad her hair and boots don't help capture that image very well.

skald_iona:

Iona had spread the word through The Defender's base: Any ladies who were free and cared to join her were welcome to come on a shopping trip. She needed clothes. Midgard clothes, and wished to see more of the world, in general. Halbjorn would be taking her to his set, she wanted to fit it...and a small part of her wanted to look good with her, she'd seen the women they put in movies, they were truly beautiful.

So at the appointed time she was waiting in the garage, hoping someone else would accompany her, to lend a guiding hand...and show her where the mall was.

nextgen_genosha:
It was time for plans to come together. Gideon walked down a particular street of Hammer Bay and knocked on the door of a little house. Erik had been long-term intellectual and emotional investment, and, if Gideon was right, an essential one.

"Good evening, Mrs. Mellencamp," he said with his most charming smile. "I'm just here to talk to Erik."