Week 2.

[legionofmods]

[So far. So boring.

Not much has transpired since you’ve entered the legion’s domain - save for an associate of the good doctor making himself known to at least one of you. But that’s about to change as we move forward into the unknown.

This is where things start to get messy.]

(ooc: remember to reply to check-in before wednesday!)

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[byo_bob]

[Ashe glances up and gives the short-haired woman a grin. That's a lesbian, Harold.]

Don't be too hard on yourself. It's like ridin' a bike. [She sips at her wine, and then offers the glass to Evelyn with a cocked eyebrow.]

Let me guess...Smith? Or, wait, nah, you look more like an MIT kinda girl.

[screenslaver]

[She grins back and accepts the glass. Lesbian solidarity]

Having a rich dad did come with some perks, I suppose.

[Although she's pretty sure she could have gotten in with her intellect alone, but with her being from ambiguous 60's, the family did help a lot.

... Although some people did claim she just paid her way through college, but that was what the dartboard (and other secret revenge schemes) were for.]

What about you? What's your story?

[byo_bob]

Don't I know it. Kept me out of jail a few times it definitely shouldn't've.

[She grins, tossing her white-blonde hair back over her shoulder.]

Grew up rich, had a knack for trouble. Started a gang as a teenager, and got good enough at arms deals and runnin' black-market goods that I basically run every gang in the Southwest now.

[She holds out a hand, palm-down, to shake. Ever the lady, despite being rough around the edges.]

Call me Ashe.