Matinee

[divisionary]

For once, the streets are quiet.

Between the rescue mission at the trainyard, the storming of the WarrenGate power plant, and the skirmish at the New Law tenements, there's been a lot less movement in the city the past few weeks. The Rikers have retreated to lick their wounds. The Cleaners have gone quiet (or as quiet as a gang of men on garbage trucks can be). Even the LMB have stopped rattling their sabers from Kips Bay. It isn't a real peace. There's still a lot left to do. But for now, the JTF is breathing a little easier.

Not Lindianne, though. Ever since she came limping back to base with Voodoo and the others, she's been on strict orders to take it easy. She's had her nose set and it's healing well. There's been no need for her to head outside the wire. There's no imminent threat to the base or to personnel. So she's been spending her time trying to help in smaller ways.

And slowly going stir-crazy.

Right now, she's deep in conversation with one of the civilians. "Look, uh, Finnegan," she says with a shrug. "I know you guys like that movie. But maybe, just maybe, we can watch something other than that one about Luna Park?" He looks a little annoyed at the suggestion. Lindianne sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, I know. It's either that or everyone starts arguing again. I get it. Just... think it over, okay?"

He doesn't answer; all he does it raise his eyebrows, then turn and head back towards a knot of civilians. Lindianne, meanwhile, sighs. She sequesters herself out near the supply room with a dog-eared paperback novel somebody scavenged from a nearby drugstore. It's a terrible read, but it's better than having to deal with the same damn movie for the 800th time.

What she'd give for something else right now.

Comments

[boston_bruiser]

Fear not, Lindianne. Your savior is here.

Voodoo can be stealthy when the job requires him to be, but it's not his natural inclination - he's a machine-gunner, for crying out loud. And so Lindianne will have no trouble hearing him coming before he stops in front of her, shoving two handfuls of DVD cases in front of the book. In one hand is Airplane! and Blade Runner: The Final Cut - in the other, Zoolander and 127 Hours.

"Rabbit," he says, as though that'll explain everything. "Dunno where he got them. I'm inclined to think he magicked them out of his ass. What's your preference?"