Who: Cindy and Pepper/Barbara
What: Meeting
When: Thursday, Noon
Where: That Scooby Doo place where Dr. Strange used to live in Greenwich Village.
Interactions: Pepper, Cindy, possibly Tony later
Thursday. 117A Bleeker Street. Cindy stood outside, checking the surrounding. She was well familiar with the neighborhood and the mansion itself, having walked by it as far back as when it was constructed. And she still found it a creepy in a cliche way though it seemed more like something out of Scooby-Doo than Poe with its new paint job. Out of place and cartoonish though she knew it was only an enchantment. Usual fare to fool the locals that some Fables used.
She surveyed the surroundings for exit points, where cameras might be located, et cetera—the usual stuff she expected when meeting up with characters she didn’t know for business that didn’t involve kitten heels versus stilettos – Unless she was shoving a heel to crush someones throat, using it just as effectively as any weapon That was how she operated typically unless she knew to pack serious heat beforehand to fry bigger fish. No gun. No blade. The Bad Guys would bring whatever else she wanted to use to the party. What she brought was whatever she normally carried which today consisted of a thick pair of sunglasses which successfully hid her features as good as any Super’s mask, a designer black dress to match the somewhat upscale surroundings, her purse and the everyday objects inside it (i.e. lipstick-- she had blinded someone Estee Lauder Classic Red once). The only ordinary-but-unordinary exceptions were magical items: her necklace which served as a tracking device and the charm bracelet.
She checked her watch. 11:59 a.m. She walked up to the door, pressed the buzzer and spoke into the speaker. “I’m here for the noon appointment.”
What: Meeting
When: Thursday, Noon
Where: That Scooby Doo place where Dr. Strange used to live in Greenwich Village.
Interactions: Pepper, Cindy, possibly Tony later
Thursday. 117A Bleeker Street. Cindy stood outside, checking the surrounding. She was well familiar with the neighborhood and the mansion itself, having walked by it as far back as when it was constructed. And she still found it a creepy in a cliche way though it seemed more like something out of Scooby-Doo than Poe with its new paint job. Out of place and cartoonish though she knew it was only an enchantment. Usual fare to fool the locals that some Fables used.
She surveyed the surroundings for exit points, where cameras might be located, et cetera—the usual stuff she expected when meeting up with characters she didn’t know for business that didn’t involve kitten heels versus stilettos – Unless she was shoving a heel to crush someones throat, using it just as effectively as any weapon That was how she operated typically unless she knew to pack serious heat beforehand to fry bigger fish. No gun. No blade. The Bad Guys would bring whatever else she wanted to use to the party. What she brought was whatever she normally carried which today consisted of a thick pair of sunglasses which successfully hid her features as good as any Super’s mask, a designer black dress to match the somewhat upscale surroundings, her purse and the everyday objects inside it (i.e. lipstick-- she had blinded someone Estee Lauder Classic Red once). The only ordinary-but-unordinary exceptions were magical items: her necklace which served as a tracking device and the charm bracelet.
She checked her watch. 11:59 a.m. She walked up to the door, pressed the buzzer and spoke into the speaker. “I’m here for the noon appointment.”