So baby close your eyes to the lullabies

[pluckyreporter]

Who: Roxanne and THE IMPORTS OF THE CITY. Yes, even that one. Especially that one.
Where: WHEREVER YOU ARE.
When: Friday, October 7-Sunday Oct 9
Warnings: JOURNALIST!
Summary: Roxanne is starting her new job-- and that means a ton of footwork as she researched imPort issues, imPort businesses, imPort crime and imPort everything else. In short: she'

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Sunday morning, outside some jewelry store

[someonetoscold]

Flint Marko wasn't going to rob that store.

Not when he was still living at the MAC anyway. He was fixing that, but for the moment he lived in a building full with people the porter had deemed "heroes". Having your living residence widely known wasn't something you wanted in his business in the best of cases, and the MAC quadrupled those problems.

On top of that, Flint was trying to figure out how messed up this version of New York was, so he was doing something almost sensible for once. Scouting.

[pluckyreporter]

Funny, doesn't that woman over there stopping by the window also look quite familiar. She pauses to admire a set of earrings.

"Another time," she says to herself, and then turned-- finding herself nearly face to chest with the gentleman who had been scoping the location. "Oh--excuse me."

Sounds like that lady from the Network, who asked a bunch of nosy questions, doesn't she?

[someonetoscold]

"Well if it isn't Roxanne Ritchie."

Flint recognizes her almost immediately. He doesn't need to make extra hands to count number of women he knows in the City.

He raises a hand in greeting and gives her a smirk.

[pluckyreporter]

"Mr. Marko?" She blinks up at the bigger man, before her smirk comes into play across her face.

Known criminal scoping a jewelry store? Color her surprised. "Looking for a bit of glitter for your girlfriend, Mr. Marko?" Or wondering about how a nice haul would suit you?

I have the sudden feeling of Deja Vu

[someonetoscold]

He sidesteps the implication of robbery.

"Don't got a girlfriend, unless you're offering."

He's not saying it particularly seriously, but then again, she is an attractive lady. Even if she is a bit nosy.

[pluckyreporter]

Her smirk remains on her face, all the same.

"The gentleman I'm seeing might have issue with that, so -- no." They went that round earlier, though, so moves on. "So I see you're getting the lay of the land."

And it's hot spots filled with shiny things.

[someonetoscold]

Eh, figures.

"Just seeing how this messed up city's different from mine."

Of course, he's also seeing if there's any new places he can find a place to make a decent score. Like this store, for instance.

[pluckyreporter]

"Are you a native to New York?" she asks. "I'm Calfornian, born and bred."

And yes, she gathers just what he's trying to do-- and that's vaguely fascinating. There's a story in it, somewhere.

[someonetoscold]

"Grew up in Queens."

There's the barest hint of nostalgia when he says it. He also can't help but feel a little unsettled. Sometimes he might as well be home. Sometimes it's like walking up the stairs and missing a step - there's just something wrong about this place.

[pluckyreporter]

"Little weird here, then?"

Since it's not quite right. Just enough is on, and then all the subway stations moved, some landmarks shifted... Would probably bother anybody native.

"So you know where there's a good place to get breakfast-- or at least a coffee-- around here?"

[someonetoscold]

"No kidding."

Coffee. He bites is tongue before the need to explain that he doesn't eat or drink. It's difficult to have a conversation with a woman who comes up to his chest, and sitting down would be nice.

He wracks his brain for any restaurants or coffee shops he passed by that he knows.

"I might know a place."

He throws a thumb over his shoulder.

[pluckyreporter]

The twinge she picks up - brief discomfort - makes her brows go up.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," she says, putting her hands up as if to forestall anything. "Really. I just thought we might talk a while."

While she considers crime from the other side.

[someonetoscold]

He scratches the side of his head.

"Hey, I'm good with talking. Eating's just not my thing."

Jeeze, did he just say that? Excellent, Flint, now she'll think you're a freak. He resists the urge to facepalm.

[pluckyreporter]

Brows go up, but she's -- getting the idea something's just not quite right here.

"...alright. Place for coffee for one, conversation for two. Lead on, MacDuff." And get the awkward to somewhere where they can talk about things in a less public place.

[someonetoscold]

He starts walking. The little breakfast place is just around the corner, if he remembers right. He was kind of made of sand when he passed by.

"No problem."

He should probably change the subject.

"So who's the lucky guy?"

Because that's less awkward. Really.

[pluckyreporter]

Roxanne laughs; well, this is different.

"Reformed villain. Goes by Megamind." She smirks at him. "It's a -- complicated story, to say the least."

She knows better then to ask about his love life, and so instead asks, "How are you settling in?"