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Prudence laughs. "Have you seen us? I can't possibly imagine what each of us has in common, other than maybe a touch of something... extra." With a whispered word, the napkin in front of Miren starts of burn with a soft pink flame. The paper napkin is quickly consumed, but not before a startled gasp from Miren.

Prudence nods. ”Yeah, it was almost like I was compelled. I read it and was just like ‘I’m going on a trip. Don’t know when I’ll be back’, then packed and was driving here.”
She shrugs. ”Now that I’m here though, I’m intrigued with what this is all about, especially given the eclectic nature of our little group,” she circles her finger around, indicating everyone seated at the booth.

Prudence pulls the invitation out of her bag at Miren's question. "You mean to this?"[b] she asks, holding it out so the others can see it, as she feels Mafdet slide past her legs under the table. [b]"I was thinking that something must be up when I saw the two of you at the hotel last night. I got the same feeling I did at the diner. It's nice to see I wasn't the only one."
She has a look over the menu and settles on some hashbrowns, tomato and mushrooms for breakfast. She goes out on a limb and figure they're not gonna have Chai Latté on the menu, and so settles for an Orange Juice.
"So what do you all suppose this is about? I mean, just look at us, it's not like we have anything in common. So why us?"

The only stuff that Prudence has planned to do is to attend the club thing Mirabelle mentioned in hopes of seeing her there, and to get her tattoo done on the Saturday morning. Other than that, it’s just exploring the town randomly to see what’s what

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After her call to Jackie, Prudence turns in for the night.

She wakes early the next morning and puts on her Medusa shirt and black shorts, picks up her handbag, and heads down to the lobby to see if the others are there yet.

Finally bloody finished updating Pru’s character sheet!
Haven’t put Mafdet’s stats in yet, but everything else is (hopefully) done.
Included background, description, links to pics of her and her equipment, and some info on some of her abilities for ease of reference.
Took me damn well long enough!

"A message for me... I wonder if it's from those two I saw earlier. No one else knows I' here, not even Jackie yet, so it's either got to be our mysterious host keeping tabs on us, or Miren and the other guy." Her internal musings bring her over to the front desk and she smiles at Jeremiah.
"Cheers," she says as she takes the note and gives it a read. "Breakfast... sounds like a proper meeting with these two is in order. There's definitely something weird going on, and obviously the others had felt it too. And hey, it's not like I have anything better to do... at least not until tomorrow night and Saturday morning."
She heads back up to her room, Mafdet trailing behind her, and lays down on the bed to ring Jackie and let her know where she is.

While the music isn't to her taste, the vegetarian Tacos she orders are, and she voraciously devours six of them. The craft beer is OK, but not good enough for a second. She spends the meal scoping out the clientele, and when she's done she goes back to the Old Country Inn to turn in for the night.
As she enters the lobby, she sees Jeremiah still sitting behind the desk, and wonders if he's the owner or just works here.

Prudence throws her bag on the bed and then jump lays down beside it. She glances at her watch and sighs. "Sit here for a bit and then head out, or head out now and grab an early dinner?" she thinks to herself. In the middle of her ruminations, she feels a familiar no pun intended tingle and jumps up. She opens the door and Mafdet slinks in, jumping up on the bed and looking at Pru. *Mrow*
"Really? Well that is interesting. So now it's not just that Miren woman, but the suss looking guy from the diner as well. Thanks kitten," she scratches behind the black cat's ear, "I guess since you're back and I'm up, we should go and get some dinner huh? Maybe do a little bit more spying on the way out." She smiles and winks at the cat, who casually licks her paw. She gives under her arms a quick sniff and then pulls off her t-shirt and opens her bag, emptying the contents onto the bed. Half a dozen shirts, some panties, a pair of shorts, a wallet, an aerosol deodorant, a set of keys, a laptop, a smaller bag, a pink metal cylinder, a phone, and an SMG pile onto the bed. She selects another t-shirt from the pile, pulls it on and then puts the SMG and the laptop back into the bag. She walks over and puts it into the cupboard, before going back to the bed and grabbing a few things, and placing them into the smaller bag.
She opens the door and gestures for Mafdet to exit the room. With a lithe leap, the cat leaves the room, and Pru follows, tossing the room key into her bag after locking the door. They head down the hall and stop at the top of the stairs, watching Miren and Nace chatting for a little bit, before walking down and out the door to her car. She pulls up the directions to the Mad Martigan on her phone, and pulls out of the parking lot, heading to get some dinner so that she could think more on the coincidence of those two turning up at the same place as her.

That's why I prefer a blade, or my hands

I'm prepared for that eventuality as well :)

I may not be as eloquent as this though...

Prudence smiles at the man. "I don't have a reservation sorry, no. It was really an impromtu trip, and your town looked so nice on my way through that I thought I'd spend some time here."

After a brief exchange between herself and the man, she takes a key from him and heads up the stairs to find her room, Madfdet slinking along in the shadows ahead of her. Nearing the top, she gets a tingling on the back of her neck, similar to what she felt in the diner. Pausing at the top, she has a quick glance behind her to see the artist from the diner at the front desk. "Interesting," she whispers to herself as she turns down the hall towards her room, the cogs already spinning in her head. "Mafdet, could you keep an eye on our friend for me," she says as she reaches her door and inserts the key into the lock. *mwrow* comes the reply, and the small shadow slinks off back towards the lobby.

Prudence smiles a cheeky grin at Mirabelle. "You look perfectly delightful my dear," she says in her best old lady voice, and then returning to her own voice, "and 9am Saturday morning sounds perfect."
She looks down at her phone again, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. "Right. Country Inn, Mad Martigan, and my appointment with you are now all firmly ensconced in the dark recesses of my phone's memory." She spies a Sharpie in a pen holder on the counter and snatches it up. She grabs Mirabelle's arm and begins quickly writing a number on it before the woman can object. "And here's my number if you need it while I'm in town for anything."
She takes another glance out the window and sighs. "I probably really should be going now, as much as I'd love to stay and chat. I'll see you... soon." She smiles and saunters out of the parlour and back to her car with a smile on her face.

Once in her car, she pulls up the address for the Country Inn and drives over to get a room.

I'm here most days, except Mondays and Tuesdays when the shop is closed."

What day is it today?

The smile stays on Prudence's face as she replies. "When's your next free appointment? I was thinking something like this."

She does a quick Google Search and nods at the information. ”The Country Inn looks perfect, thanks!” She smiles at the woman and holds out her hand. ”Pru‘s the name. I don’t suppose you have any examples of your handiwork?” She gestures at her tattoos. ”I might be interested for you to get your hands on me while I’m in town.”

"Welcome! Can I help you with anything?"

Prudence eyes the woman appreciatively and smiles.

"Hey there, I just got into town and it looks like I'm gonna be staying here for a little while. Do you know anywhere nice that I might be able to stay?"

She pulls out her phone and searches for a little, turning it to show the woman a picture on Google Maps of the address she was given. "I don't suppose you know anything about this place do you?"

Prudence drives into town, rolling her eyes at how the small town locals are probably going to react to her. But as she drives down the street, she notices the tattoo parlour and her opinion goes up a notch. Maybe she should drop in and get something new to commemorate her trip.
She parks out the front and gets out, stretching her legs as Mafdet slinks between them. She heads towards the door and goes inside.

Prudence finishes her salad and sits cross legged in the booth, sipping her Coke and staring out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. The cat beside her pokes it’s head up from the seat and stares across the diner, it’s gaze flicking back and forth between the strange, leather clad woman, and the man in the hoodie and jeans.

Gods I hate trying to PbP on my phone. I honestly don't know how you do it Pat, it gives me the sh!ts...

Prudence finishes her salad and sits cross legged in the booth, sipping her Coke and staring out the window, a faraway look in her eyes. The car beside her pokes it’s head up from the seat beside her and stares across the diner, it’s gaze flicking back and forth between the strange, leather clad woman, and the man in the hoodie and jeans.

"Thanks for the pic. I know she looks like she doesn't care, but Mafdet thanks you too." She inclines her head back towards the curled up cat. "Don't want you to miss your bus now, do we. Have a good trip." She puts two fingers to her forehead and gives a little salute/wave, then sits back down to finish her salad.
Anyone paying attention to the interaction can see a thoughtful look on her face as she eats. "It's weird, but it feels like I know her, but for the life of me I can't place where from."

Pru looks up as the chime rings, a fork full of salad halfway to her mouth. "Another one," she thinks to herself as she eyes the newcomer with both wariness and appreciation. her eyes flick around the room at the others she sensed earlier, then the fork continues its journey towards her mouth.

She senses Miren heading towards her, but doesn't react until she hears the throat clearing. She looks up in surprise at the sketch in Miren's hand, momentarily speechless at the thoughtfulness of the woman. She looks at the sketch, and then at Miren as she accepts the drawing. She studies it for a moment, before poking the cat and showing the drawing to it. "What do you think Mafdet," she seems to ask the cat, "she seems to have captured your laziness quite strikingly." The act gives a hiss as Pru chuckles. It reaches out a paw to pat the paper gently before looking up at Miren and nodding, then curls back up and goes back to its rest.
"She likes it," says Pru to Miren. "It's not quite my style, but I like it too." With a sudden movement, one might almost say a feline grace, she is on her feet and facing Miren, a heavily tattooed hand outstretched. "Pru's the name secrets are the game," she says with an exaggerated wink.

Pru sits by herself in a booth in the back of the diner. Anyone who cares to notices can pick out a kind of 'no man's land' of empty tables separating her from the other patrons. Considering it's New Hampshire, it's not hard to see why... long pink hair combed straight down the right side of her head, with short pink fuzz along the left. Her ears are full of earrings and have a spacers in the lobes, and both her nose and bottom lip are pierced as well. She is wearing a black t-shirt with a skull logo on it, short black shorts, and knee high boots covered in zippers. Her hands, arms and legs are all covered in various tattoos. Despite her look, she seems quite cheerful as she hoes into a huge plate of salad and sips on a Coke. Those that pay close attention can see a black cat can be seen curled up on the seat next to her, even though there is a sign on the door that proclaims 'NO PETS ALLOWED'.

Pru tears open the envelope and almost drops the USB stick as it falls out. She pulls out the card, reads it, looks at the USB stick, and then re-reads the card. Curious but wary, she pulls out her battered laptop and inserts the drive, making sure to run all manner of scans on it before she opens it up.
A crooked grin appears on her face as the music starts playing. "Whoever they are, at least they've got good taste in music, " she thinks to herself.
"JACKIE," she yells, still stating at the laptop as a black cat leaps up onto her lap and she begins stroking it.
A shaved female head pokes around a door frame and a with a British accent yells back "PRU-DENCE".
Pru turns and smiles. "I'm going on a little impromptu trip love, you're in charge while I'm gone." Jackie nods and her head disappears back from whence it came. "Have fun!" comes muffled from another room.
She stares at the screen for a short while, thinking to herself and stroking the cat now curled up on her lap. Finally, she sighs and stands. The cat gives a small hiss of annoyance at being dumped on the floor, but then rubs itself up against her leg. She turns and heads into a messy bedroom and begins throwing clothes and other random odds and ends off the floor into a bright pink Care Bear bag. She raises her arm, sniffs, cocks her head with an 'it'll do' look, and heads out. She grabs the laptop and charger from the desk and puts it in the bag as well.
Jackie's head pops back around the door frame and she gives her a quick kiss before she heads out the door grabbing a set of keys from a hook on the wall as she does.
She heads down the stairs of the old apartment building and turns into the alleyway next to it. Parked there behind a dumpster is an old brown Chevette. She opens the door (why bother locking it... there's nothing inside worth stealing, including the car itself) and climbs in. It starts up and spits a plume of smoke out of the exhaust, but after its initial sputter, seems to be running fine. She eases out into the New York traffic and heads north, asking Siri for directions whenever her innate sense of direction fails her.

I'll be good to start this week, so it's up to everyone else.