Intro Overflow: May

[moustre]

Intro Log: May, Overflow

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[topslug]

Way ahead of you, Lex. Yako's already ordering two of the meat-and-vegetable rolls off the cart, only for the stall owner to explain they're expected to share.

"I think this is as good a place to start as any, don't you?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder. "We can walk and eat at the same time if we're holding these."

[lonewanderer]

"Sounds good to me," Lex replies, looking a bit bemused. The food smells good, at least, and sharing- well, she can do that.

With Dogmeat and Yako, as it turns out.

"Do you recognize any of this?"

[topslug]

"The food?" Yako squints down. "I guess it's pretty similar to a gyro or something from back home."

But if she means the rest of the city ... Yako glances around, scanning the people around them. They don't attract too much attention in the robes, at least, but...

"If you mean the people ... they're dressed a bit like someone a century ago would, in my time."

[lonewanderer]

"A few centuries ago, in mine," Lex muses, absently comparing the differences in times but similarity in design. The robes are different, but then, so was the magic and the monsters. "The structures, too."

[topslug]

A few centuries? That certainly makes Yako look at Lex in a different light, and it shows in her expression and in the way her chewing slows, looking her over. Yako's never been one to think of the distant future too much, but if she was asked, she probably would have come up with the same trite stuff of science fiction back home -- jumpsuits, neon lights, something out of an action movie.

Well, Lex certainly looks like she's from some kind of movie, all right, just not the good kind.

"The structures?" she prompts instead, inviting Lex to elaborate on that point. She can see the difference in clothing for herself, but she'll have to rely on the other woman's description for the rest.

[lonewanderer]

"Standing, to start with." It's said with a little bit of a snort, somewhere between amused and derisive. "Almost everything in my world is ruins or made of scrap. Used to have plenty of things like this, but..."

She shrugs.

"People thought they could play god." She reaches down, petting Dogmeat behind his ears. "Lots of things in this style before that, though; it was pretty popular."