I12DT - Progress Goes Boom

[Natalya Romanov]

"I'm not on that list by the way. My kicks need some work."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Sam just assumes people can do all kind of martial moves. Especially if she's fond of them. It's some sort of seal of approval."

[Samantha McManus]

"She's just rusty, is all."

[Natalya Romanov]

"You try stabbing yourself through the back and cryo-freezing yourself and then see how good your kicks are."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I threw myself of the Shard and stabbed myself in the gut, but I don't think that counts."

[Samantha McManus]

"Let me tell you that date night won't involve tumbling from the apex of the London Shard hotel ever again, either."

[Natalya Romanov]

"You take all the fun out of things, Sam."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I've had dates that ended worse at least." she chuckles.

[Samantha McManus]

"That one was just unsalvageable. Not even the fact that there were two of you could save it."

[Natalya Romanov]

"Especially considering one was apparently worthy of stabbing and throwing off a building."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I wasn't exactly a paragon of virtue myself at the time but I'm fairly certain she deserved it."

[Natalya Romanov]

"Well, good to know that Sam continues to pick people who keep her lofty ideals grounded," she said with a smirk.

[Samantha McManus]

"It was a complicated time," she chuckled.

[Natalya Romanov]

"You say that as though there are other kinds of times," she said. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, having a short conversation. Standing up, she said, "Pizza's here. Back in a bit."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Slightly less complicated times, maybe."

[Samantha McManus]

"I can feel a bit less guilty that since you're a precog, you likely didn't come here seeking tweed and tenure."

[Natalya Romanov]

"If she's seeking weed, I'm sure someone around here could supply her," Natalya said with a smirk, heading downstairs to get the pizza.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Tweed just doesn't look good on me."

[Samantha McManus]

"Nary an elbow patch on your outfits."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I think you're more looking for frumpy earthen-colored skirts, thick-rimmed glasses and Birkenstocks." she chuckles.

[Natalya Romanov]

Natalya was gone for a bit, coming back in with a pizza box and a bag of bread sticks, "Speaking of weed, I think the delivery boy'd been hitting it a little hard tonight."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Well at least I'll know who go to for incense-substitute now that Cobweb is closed then." she chuckles.

[Natalya Romanov]

She set the bread sticks down and opened the pizza box... and froze, frowning. She pulled a note out of the box, looking at it darkly.

[Nailah Weaver]

"What is it?"

[Natalya Romanov]

"I'm getting damn tired of this," Natalya growled, tossing the note onto the table. It was another picture of Natalya being experimented on when she was a teenager with the phrase:

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"Maybe we should make like foster mother, like foster daughter." What do you think?"

[Nailah Weaver]

Nailah frowns. "We could probably catch him if we tried. See if he noticed something..."

[Samantha McManus]

"No need to leave this room," she said as she cast her mind out for the delivery boy.

[Natalya Romanov]

Sam manages to track him down not too far away. A cursory inspection reveals the same sort of tampering that afflicted Natalya, but less elegant.

[Samantha McManus]

"I don't think the poor lad is going to remember what was done to him."

[Natalya Romanov]

"Oh?" She sounded disappointed, but her voice also carried a very cold edge of anger.

[Samantha McManus]

"I can try, but this was... a bit more forceful." She tried to push past, see if there were any fleeting fragments of memory.

[Natalya Romanov]

He seemed to have been ordered to forget, which he'd done a largely good job of. There was a residual impression though of a woman's face with long curly hair and of a sweet scent that the subject couldn't place.

Natalya sniffed at the pizza. "At least whoever it is seems content with harassing me and not poisoning my food." She pointed at the note, "This though? This was a step too damn far."

[Samantha McManus]

"Curly hair... some sort of perfume. Perhaps the delivery method?"

[Natalya Romanov]

"I suppose we'll find out when I talk to Stan."