eventually, everything goes away

[eastending]

WHO: Momma and her alternate universe Babby, or, Babby and her alternate universe Momma
WHERE: Taco stand, oh-lay.
WHEN: Not long after Selina's return from abroad.
WARNINGS: Hot sauce the word taco being used repeatedly.
SUMMARY: Sitting around in costumes eating tacos and talking about feelings.
FORMAT: Maybe one day I'll write prose again, but today is not that day.


[ This little meeting had shot right to the top of her priorities, and so at the first available date, Selina has arranged for them to meet. Helena was right about the taco man being costume friendly (maybe a little too friendly), but she doesn't exactly want to sit at ground level like this.

Instead, she's picked out a rooftop overlooking said taco stand, perched at the edge with a slightly grease stained bag beside her. She expects Helena to be there any moment, but all things considered, she won't begrudge any tardiness. ]

Comments

[amiga]

[Helena arrives several minutes later with an equally greasy bag clutched tightly in one gloved hand, her grappling gun secure in the other. She stares at Selina a moment, taking in this image for a moment. It's the first time she's seen this version of Catwoman in costume, and it's an impressive sight indeed. Different from the way her mother dressed, different from the woman she'd encountered thirty years ago, too. But still Selina-shaped. Still cat-like and graceful and waiting for her.

Helena smiles.]

You made it. Good.

[eastending]

Of course I did.

[ Regardless of the prior mishap, Selina wouldn't have dreamed of missing this meeting. She offers a little smile, patting the empty space beside her. ]

The view's nice.

[amiga]

[Hel doesn't waste any time, dropping down to the ledge beside Selina. She unwraps a taco before staring out at the view.]

I like this spot. It's quiet up here.

[Biting into her taco, she turns her gaze to Selina. She doesn't wait to finish swallowing before she speaks.]

How was Europe?

[eastending]

Oh, it was wonderful. [ She picks at her food but doesn't eat much, staring out across the horizon. ] Right up until Germany.

[amiga]

What happened exactly?

[She finishes chewing and swallows hard.]

Why did you even go there in the first place?

[eastending]

Well, we had only been in Germany for a few hours and all of a sudden they're everywhere. I don't know how they could have found us so quickly, unless they weren't bluffing about that scanner thing.

[amiga]

Were you arrested? Did they get your names?

[Suddenly going into lawyer mode.]

[eastending]

I guess you could call it being arrested. We were interrogated, but I like to think we didn't give them anything useful.

[ Which might be up for debate. The whole interrogation thing sucked. ]

[amiga]

What kind of information were they after?

[She sets her taco aside, examining what she can see of Selina's face for any signs of injury.]

[eastending]

How we got in, general questions about imPorts, what we were "planning". We escaped before they could do too much damage.

[ Which implies there was some damage done, and she still has the bruises to prove it. ]

But we're fine.

[amiga]

At least you didn't wind up on the news like the imPorts who broke into Argentina.

It's good you're safe. I figured you'd been ported out or worse.