Momoko's Apartment, El Paso, Texas, Saturday

[weldedtomyspine]

Saturday morning cartoons started way too early. Milagro "wasn't into that kiddy stuff", but she was still up early enough to watch some shows from that time block. Which meant she was up before Jaime. Which meant that there was no way he could sneak out of the house without her noticing that something really weird had happened over night

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[heromaniac]

Momoko ran to the door as quick as she could... it was a commercial break, after all! And this Tween Heroes Go-Go was a good cartoon, for all that it wasn't anime.

"Who is it?" She called, then frowned. Actually who would be visiting her on a Saturday morning? Without calling ahead, even! Okay, now she was tiptoeing up to see through the peeop hole in her door.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Let me in, Momoko," a voice called through the door, trying to simultaneously be loud enough to be heard and quiet enough that no neighbors would get curious.

[heromaniac]

That voice sounded kind of familiar? But the only thing she could see was a hand blocking her view. Although whoever it was, they knew her name, so...

"I don't let in strange hands," she temporized, trying to place the voice. That accent was totally El Paso, so someone from work, maybe?

[weldedtomyspine]

"Momoko!" That was a very frustrated voice. "Come on! We don't have time for this!"

You could practically hear the hopping up and down impatiently.

[blondecanary]

*Ringtone of Dinah-ness, somewhere in the vicinity of the couch, probably*

Dinah was doing laundry. Because even superhero private eyes need to do that occasionally. Well, more than occasionally. But having Alfred work out how to clean her uniform was one thing. Delicates were another.

*Ring of boredom of Dinah!*

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had to spend a couple of seconds debating whether or not to even answer.

With a sigh, she reached out and picked up her phone. "You couldn't have called yesterday, could you?"

[blondecanary]

"I-- what?" Dinah blinked, and looked at her phone again. Nope, right number. "Uh, I was trying to call Jaime, is he around?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Another long, frustrated sigh.

"Not at the moment. I think he's out for the weekend..."