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Phantasm, Richenda-Gray, Blindfold

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Mike returns from a trip and runs into Richenda and Blindfold as he leaves the subway

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-----==[ Chelsea - New York ]==-----------------------------------------------

The Chelsea neighborhood takes its name from a single building, now demolished for a century and a half - the birthplace of Clement Clark Moore. Somehow, the artistic element never quite went away - anchored by the presence of the Hotel Chelsea, a residential hotel that's housed artists from Mark Twain to Stanley Kubrick to Jimi Hendrix (and, most notoriously, played host to Sid Vicious's probable stabbing of his girlfriend). These days, Chelsea's back in the center of the New York art scene, as art galleries have started migrating northward from SoHo.

Chelsea is, however, still primarily residential, offering apartments, tenements, and renovated warehouses as housing options. Most of the businesses here cater to the locals.


It is late afternoon on Monday and people are either still in work or just getting off. As for Mike, he's emerging from the Subway, backpack slung over his shoulder and a tired expression upon his face.

It's been a while since Chenda's been in this part of NYC. Right now, she's here on business. The gypsy girl is doing some emerging herself, though from an apartment building instead of a subway entrance, shaking her head in delayed dismay. Eight stops in an hour, and none useful.

She casts her gaze around as she holds the door for a returning resident, frowning thoughtfully. There's always /someplace/ that'll knock some off the price if you rent for an extended period of time... oh, wait, does that head-mop look familiar?

It does, and so does the head below it. "Mike!" she calls, waving and letting the door fall shut now, almost too soon, as she hurries to catch up with him.

Hearing his name, Mike's steps slow as he looks around, trying to place where the greeting came from. Was it intended for him? Or maybe it was for another Mike. It's such a common name af- Upon seeing Chenda, he decides it was indeed directed at him. "Ah, hey Chenda." He greets, lifting up his free hand to give a half-assed, tired way.

Chenda grins, sidling up beside the musician for a half-hug that's made softer by her old blanket-coat. "Hey to you, too. It's been a long time, Mike," she replies, her expression turning concerned when she sees his face. "Need something caffeinated? My treat."

Mike shakes his head, allowing himself to be hugged before he turns to face the younger mutant, "Ah, nah. I'm heading back home to grab some sleep. Caffeine might screw up that plan."

Blindfold came walking along with a teacher trailing behind as she tapped along the sidewalk. Turning her head at the familiar voice "chenda!" Carrying a tray with to go coffee cups. walking toward the familiar voices with a smile "mike!" Waving a hand in the air

"Oh... nix on the caffeinated, then. It's probably just as well. I might be needing my own money for rent soon," Chenda replies, her smile turning rueful. "But I should at least walk you back to your place. You look like you're about to fall over."

And out of the blue comes a familiar voice, accompanied by a familiar rhythm of stick on sidewalk. The gypsy girl summons up a smile, knowing that the taller girl can't possibly be alone in this city. "Hey, Ruth! What brings you into town?"

The musician glances around as his name's called again. Mike lifts up a hand to wave back to the blind girl, not even thinking twice about it anymore. "Yeah, travel does stuff like that."

Blindfold smiles as she comes up to them both "hello chenda, mike, it's nice to meet you again. I just walked thru the public gardens but I stopped st a cafe to pick up some hot chocolates. Yes thank you, you're welcome I thought I'd bump into you both. How are you both if you don't mind my asking?"

"You've been on the road?" Chenda has to ask. She has to smile as Ruth's answer comes tumbling out and over itself in the usual Ruth-rush. "Seeing us in visions again, hon?" she asks, stepping aside to half-hug the blind girl. "Thanks, Ruth. You inspire us all with your thoughtfulness. How were the gardens this time of year?"

"Doing alright. Just heading back to the apartment to get some rest." Mike repeats for Blindfold's sake before shaking his head to Richenda's question. "It's an on and off thing." he replies as he's heading towards his apartment building, "Some, low key stuff."

Blindfold chuckles hugging chenda back "not as fragrant, but they are artists catching ice sculptures and people making snowmen. Would both of you like a hot cocoa, please you're welcome?" Then smiles toward mike "pretty beat then if you don't mind me asking please? How is the music going with rex, please if you don't mind again?"

"It's a living, or so I've heard," Chenda says. "I hope it's been fun, too. I always loved performing. I miss it."

She glances back at Ruth. "I've been out all day; something warm'd really hit the spot. Thanks." She takes one of the cups, careful not to disturb the tray or the other when she pulls it out of its socket.

As Ruth reveals the key detail of the performances, he gives a bit of a weak smile. "A bit of Christmas run amok by a bit of Halloween." Mike replies. "But, the final reveal has not happened yet. So, try not to tell others about my part in it yet." There's a bit of a wink included into the response which is likely lost upon who the wink's intended for.

Blindfold smiles "music is a lifestyle, yes definitely. Don't worry mike I'll keep the secret, yes you're welcome"

"Christmas run amok by Halloween? Like /The Nightmare Before Christmas/?" Chenda asks, interested. "Can you tell me about it? It's not like I'll have the chance to see it, with my luck." She looks up, seeing the familiar building coming up. "I think that's your place up ahead... say hi to Wade for me?"

"I'm sure..." Mike deadpans as the group gradually make their way to the Tate Apartment Building, looking towards Chenda,voice lowering, "I'll send you a ticket. Then you can find out first hand. And I'll tell him. Armand too?"

Chenda smiles regretfully. "Don't waste a ticket on me. With my luck, I'll end up in a fight with armored mercs on that day. Or, more likely, there'll be somebody needing a show-'round of the school facility... sometimes I think they think that's all I'm good for." There might be a slip of her usual sangfroid there, a touch of angry bitterness in her voice. She gives him another hug. "Totally tell... /Armand/? Armand's here, too?"

Blindfold nods with a smile "I'm sure the concert will be amazing, yes y thank you" then nods to richenda "oh yes, armand moved in with mike when mike offered after I got rescued. I do hope he's doing alright, I still wiry about him not teaching his dreams"

"He's got time to figure things out." Mike replies, pausing at the door, smiling back, "I'll send the ticket. If you don't use it, I'll tell you once the series is over." He looks to the two girls, "Have fun. But don't get in trouble." With that, he heads inside.

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