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wickedchouette2021-04-09 10:28 am
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[The summer heat doesn't bother Callisto. Indoor air conditioning is nice enough, but it makes the air feel stale and unnatural, and even when she ducks indoors for some relief she usually finds herself ducking back out again after only a short time has passed. The humidity is certainly something of a change, but nothing she can't deal with. It just means she spends a little more time sitting in the shade, quiet and still.
The spot she's picked for her rest today is right in the middle of the action: she's parked herself under a large tree next to a busy pedestrian street, and she's watching the passers-by with a vague half-interest. A few of them stare openly at the ratty-looking woman with an equally-ratty duffle and a scratched-up titanium baseball bat. Callisto either stares back, shoots them a poisonous look to send them scurrying off, or ignores them entirely. Every so often she'll flash one a toothy smile and a little wave, and that usually sends them scurrying, too.
Max is the first person that she recognizes, and the first person she actually studies closely. After a long moment of watching her with too-intense interest, she hops up, shoulders her bag, and falls into step next to her.]
My, my; you look like you're walking with purpose. Are you off to somewhere exciting?
The spot she's picked for her rest today is right in the middle of the action: she's parked herself under a large tree next to a busy pedestrian street, and she's watching the passers-by with a vague half-interest. A few of them stare openly at the ratty-looking woman with an equally-ratty duffle and a scratched-up titanium baseball bat. Callisto either stares back, shoots them a poisonous look to send them scurrying off, or ignores them entirely. Every so often she'll flash one a toothy smile and a little wave, and that usually sends them scurrying, too.
Max is the first person that she recognizes, and the first person she actually studies closely. After a long moment of watching her with too-intense interest, she hops up, shoulders her bag, and falls into step next to her.]
My, my; you look like you're walking with purpose. Are you off to somewhere exciting?