[ooc: Still not sure if I'm bringing her with previous game memories or not so I might just play it by ear!]
[Option 1]
[Having explored every inch of the city that she possibly can, barring those that would make her physically ill to enter, Cathy's quickly found herself most at ease in the restaurants open late at night. After all, used to the atmosphere of the Nightside, it's when and where she feels most at home in this strange place. That eating areas are the best places to people watch, and meet others, is an added bonus.
Wired on one or two too many cups of coffee, her fingers tap in patterns on the table she sits at. It may be the beat to a song, some dance groove she enjoyed at Dancing Fool in months past, or some Techno-Demonic pop song, but whatever it is isn't enough to occupy her attention. Huffing a sigh, she looks around to see if there's someone she can bother for conversation.]
[Option 4]
[Cathy isn't really sure how it got to this point. Had she really gotten so distracted that she'd forgotten to spend some time getting cozy with another? She was used to multitasking a lot but she had been fairly certain she'd had everything under control...and then she'd swung her legs over the edge of her bed one morning (afternoon really, but it had been morning for her) and she felt the room spin. Worse, it had taken what felt like forever to get herself out of bed. Having lived most of her life in a perpetual state of cheerfulness, over-caffeination, and booze, it was a drastic change to suddenly feel as if she barely had energy to go down to the corner store for a snack.
Somehow she's managed, however, and made her way to one of the common rooms. Back to the wall, she slides down to the floor, and when someone comes near enough, she offers a weak sort of smile and tilts her head to the side.]
Cathy Barrett | The Nightside
[Option 1]
[Having explored every inch of the city that she possibly can, barring those that would make her physically ill to enter, Cathy's quickly found herself most at ease in the restaurants open late at night. After all, used to the atmosphere of the Nightside, it's when and where she feels most at home in this strange place. That eating areas are the best places to people watch, and meet others, is an added bonus.
Wired on one or two too many cups of coffee, her fingers tap in patterns on the table she sits at. It may be the beat to a song, some dance groove she enjoyed at Dancing Fool in months past, or some Techno-Demonic pop song, but whatever it is isn't enough to occupy her attention. Huffing a sigh, she looks around to see if there's someone she can bother for conversation.]
[Option 4]
[Cathy isn't really sure how it got to this point. Had she really gotten so distracted that she'd forgotten to spend some time getting cozy with another? She was used to multitasking a lot but she had been fairly certain she'd had everything under control...and then she'd swung her legs over the edge of her bed one morning (afternoon really, but it had been morning for her) and she felt the room spin. Worse, it had taken what felt like forever to get herself out of bed. Having lived most of her life in a perpetual state of cheerfulness, over-caffeination, and booze, it was a drastic change to suddenly feel as if she barely had energy to go down to the corner store for a snack.
Somehow she's managed, however, and made her way to one of the common rooms. Back to the wall, she slides down to the floor, and when someone comes near enough, she offers a weak sort of smile and tilts her head to the side.]
Don't suppose you'd fancy a cuddle, would you?