235/Late For the Train

Late For the Train
Date of Scene:	01 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Insect Queen (OMara), Batwoman

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Insect Queen (OMara) has posed:
The crowd buzzes about, most people minding their own business, except for those pesky individuals who just have to mind other people's business. We all know those, don't we? Anyway, among this bustling of people who need to get from point A to so many points the rest of the alphabet wouldn't suffice, there is one particularly unimpressive young woman with a large satchel, running and clumsily dodging people while clutching a bunch of sheets of paper to her chest. "Sorry! Sorry! Passing through! Passing through! Sorry!", she apologizes, eyes mostly kept below the level where eye contact is likely. As time passes, her balance becomes more and more compromised, and like a top, her stance becomes less and less vertical with each dodge; she even spins in order to dodge a couple of times, until, at the end, she ends up bumping straight into someone, which causes her to fall backwards, bottom-first on the floor. The sheets she was holding, drawings of classical music performers, apparently, fly everywhere.

Batwoman has posed:
Kate had been in a real hurry today. She darted nimbly through the crowd, dodging people rushing aloong the platfforms in hopes of reaching trains which are already leaving. She evaded the ones who were going hurriedly in circles, trying to figure out preciselywhere they were headed in the first place. One man Is insistently pushing a cart about the station demanding someone tell him where to find the bus depot which, as he was repeatedly inforemd, was actually six blocks down the road from here. For someone who is so alactritous in her evasion of the press of humanity it is almost inconceivable that anyone would be able to stop her. That was before she met the young woman now workign her way through the crowd. Wincing in sympathy Kate watched as the woman stumbled and then began to spin, almost as if she might be inebriated. And then the girl runs straight into someone. It's a tall woman with dark hair and a somewhat shellshocked expression. Kate is just behind her, blinking. "What are you-" A beat. "Why do you have my wallet? What the fuck." Her tone is dark now. Kate lunges and snatches up the wallet from the ground beside the rather mortified pickpocket. A scowl sends that person scurrying on their way. Kate... Is even taller. She drops the waller back into her pocket and, shaking her head, crouches down next to the hurrying girl in order to begin collecting papers from the ground.

Insect Queen (OMara) has posed:
Violet O'Mara's brain takes a bit to go back online. Apparently, falling that way caused momentary confusion in the forcibly sitting artist. "Uh... I stopped crime? Cool..." she murmurs, barely audible, apparently still coming to terms with what just happened. "Ah... AH, thanks!" says the formerly spinning artist, who begins collecting sheets on her own. "Did they..." she bursts out, in panic. "...no, phew. No damage. I can still show them." She mumbles, mostly to herself. And then, springing to her knees, starts to scramble with the pictures, trying to gather them again. "Sorry to have disturbed you! I have an appointment with the Gotham Opera House to submit proposals for advertisement posters. You know, and the person in charge of that is... ah... /very/ old fashioned. Refuses to be within one hundred yards of a computer. So they insist on physical delivery." Hand-drawn, pencil pictures of people playing cymbals, violas, piccolos, xylophones and bassoons are quickly snatched up to re-form a pile. Violet mostly looks down at her work, only occasionally glancing upwards towards Kate. "I'm late for that and- Well, ok, not late for /that/, mind you. I have until tomorrow to deliver. But I also have planty of other things to do, so-", she blurts out. And stops all of a sudden. "Oh, s-sorry again. I tend to ramble a bit when I'm nervous. You probably don't care about all that." Two or three pictures are snatched again, eyes kept firmly downwards. Until now, where she glances up. "My name's Violet by the way. Pleased to-" She winces and looks down away. "Agh! No! Bad Violet! Stop rambling! Sorry!"

Batwoman has posed:
Kate's gaze is trained firmly on Violet's face as the young woman begins to speak. A brow lofts while the redhead listens to the woman's words and attempts to unpack everything that she isqbeing told. The papers Kate is holding are handed over as Violet is scraping about on the ground in her attempt to collect to gather all of the menu photos from the ground.

The somewhat bemused expression on Kate's face slowly becomes more and more one of abject confusion. When VIolet does finally begin to tell herself to stop Kate takes a deep breath. "No- it's alright. Thanks for helping me. Don't worry about the whole thing. I, for one, am just glad you were able to stop that guy before he made off with my stuff." A slow deep breath follows. "That teacher sounds like a nightmare. How can you even be that day and age at yours? It shouldn't even work. What are they, like ninety? Are you going to be alright from here though...?" As papers fall again Kate gamely bends back down to help collect them once more.

Insect Queen (OMara) has posed:
Violet O'Mara finishes gathering the last pictures, also accepting the ones Kate hands her. "Well, he's not a teacher. He's more like a prospective client. So I won't comment on his age or habits. Gotta be nice with potential customers." Her posture straightens a little. "Graduated already." she says, the corner of her mouth quirking in almost-a-smile. "Looking for gigs." She springs to her feet now that she has gathered the last picture, stuffs the papers into her satchel, and dusts herself off. "Nah, don't worry, I'm fine. I hope I am not holding you up, becaus-" She freezes. She panics. She rummages through her satchel. "Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no..." she says and, arching over, the pace at which she rummages becomes frantic. She panics. "WAUGH!" she exclaims, in a way that'd make Charlie Brown proud. "My coin purse is gone!" After hyperventilating a little, she adds, "...man, that pickpocket was /good/," almost in a whisper, as barely audible as her first sentence.

Batwoman has posed:
Groaning faintly Kate shakes her head for a second before agreeing quietly with Violet. "Yeah," comes the laconic response to the situation continuign to intensify in unpredictable ways. She scans the people around them reflexively as she turns now, looking around aeverything surrounding them. "Are you going to be okay? Was all of your money in the coin purse. I might be able to hel-"

That is when the announcement hits. The 3:20 train has been rerouted. Please check your local information counter for details. There's a small stampede from th confluence of people trying to get out of this area to find out what is going to happen with their ride. Kate slowly shakes her head now and takes a deep breath.

"You're going to be okay, I promise," the young heiress continues without even looking. Let's just look one mroe time and make sure it wasn't just dropped..."

Insect Queen (OMara) has posed:
Violet O'Mara looks down as well as she can, getting on her knees again. "Well...", starts off Violet, getting on her knees and searching, and taking some time to think about the answer. "The return trip is already taken care of, and... I should get paid for a different gig tomorrow. So, as you put it, I'm going to be okay. Really, don't worry about it," she says, picking her words carefully. Her cheek is now pressed against the floor, and she's turning in circles to see if her coin purse can be seen. "...nope. Not there." She finally says, giving up hope to find the coin purse." "Now, uh, sorry if I've been holding you up. You probably have a train to catch or someth-..." She interrupts her sentence and perks up when the announcement is repeated. "Wait, Re-routed? With all the crazy stuff going on around here, I hope nothing serious has happened..."