there ain't no other step than one foot

[retropolis]

WHO: CAPTAIN METROPOLIS and HUNTRESS
WHERE: Around Manhattan
WHEN: Monday evening
WARNINGS: None? Probably?
SUMMARY: Ain't no better form of bonding than vigilante bonding.
FORMAT: Quick?


[ It's not quite what it used to be, that's for certain; even back home, Captain Metropolis's patrolling had been scaled down in frequency, a few times a week instead of nightly, but here Nelson has barely anything else to occupy his mind with. Work during the day and patrol at night keeps him busy enough so that he has less opportunity to wallow in confused or panicky self-pity.

So far the evening's quiet enough -- crime-wise, that was, in the neighborhood he was in -- but he stays alert; something always happens if you wait long enough, as inconvenient as patrolling solo can be. Less ground was covered. That was how the tide seemed to be turning, though; few people appreciated the benefit to working together anymore. ]

Comments

[amiga]

And that will be easier to do once we sort out who frequents which part of town.

[She nods, mind made up to that end.]

Cooperation is what we need to make this City a safer place. It might not be an easy start, but we can't give up the belief that we can do it together.

[retropolis]

No, we can't. It isn't possible to get a city in order if we can't even do it amongst ourselves. I'd bet that between the two of us we could at least get started cataloging everyone. Then further coordination will be much simpler. What do you think about that?

[amiga]

[She smiles broadly and extends her hand to him.]

It sounds like a plan.

[retropolis]

[ He returns the smile, shaking her hand. ]

Would you like my contact information? I wouldn't give it out to just anyone, of course, but we're going to coordinate on this project I don't mind. We should be able to reach each other somehow.

[amiga]

It would be an honor.

[She fishes her Huntress-communicator from one of the pouches on her belt.]

I'll program it into my communicator, if that's alright by you.

[retropolis]

[ He smiles. ]

Oh, uh -- sure. I don't have any fancy set-ups yet, but I can give you my home and business lines. [ Keepin' it old school, his home number doesn't even have voicemail. Also (INSERT NUMBERS HERE). ] If you call my work, make sure you ask for Nelson Gardner. It should be a direct line, I think, but I've never taken a personal call.

[amiga]

[She gently plugs it into her communicator, for future use.]

And likewise, here's mine. [INSERT NUMBERS HERE!!] This is my direct line to my office. You can leave a message there should you need to, it's entirely secure.

[retropolis]

Oh, excellent. [ He looks pleased, but writes the info in a notebook from one of his pouches rather than even attempting to try his communicator. ] Just splendid, thank you. My -- uh -- my home number doesn't take messages, I'm afraid, but chances are I should be there to take the call if it isn't during work week hours. I don't imagine it should be too much of a problem.

[amiga]

We can sort it out, no problem.

[She watches him carefully, nodding in approval.]

It's been a pleasure, Captain Metropolis.

[retropolis]

Very nice meeting you as well, Huntress. [ He nods in turn, . ] I'll let you get back to your patrolling, then -- though with any luck the night will remain as quiet as it's been.

[amiga]

[She gives him a mysterious smile, turning quickly as her cape whooshes around her.]

Safe travels, Captain. Until we meet again.