( linda goes to metamalt mostly for something to write about. that's sort of the point of being a reporter, isn't it? not just reporting on the obvious, big stories — like the earthquake she's heard about from sara — but finding the new ones. discovering something people should care about and then educating them about it, helping them to form opinion and hopefully take action.
granted, she'd opted for the less-taxing lifestyle columnist route in this place, mostly as an excuse to eat dinners and try cocktails paid for by the local paper rather than her meager city-supplied stipend, but a story was a story.
as she turns the corner in search of a staff member willing to volunteer a few well-crafted quotes, she can't help but notice the man standing near the beverage case. well, more specifically, his clothes — or what little seemed to exist of them, just the faintest hint of color over his skin, as if they were just a whispered memory of the clothes he'd been wearing previously. )
Do you always dress like that or is this a special occasion?
( it's not exactly like he's a bad thing to look at, and she is only human. so she's grinning a bit. sue her. )
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granted, she'd opted for the less-taxing lifestyle columnist route in this place, mostly as an excuse to eat dinners and try cocktails paid for by the local paper rather than her meager city-supplied stipend, but a story was a story.
as she turns the corner in search of a staff member willing to volunteer a few well-crafted quotes, she can't help but notice the man standing near the beverage case. well, more specifically, his clothes — or what little seemed to exist of them, just the faintest hint of color over his skin, as if they were just a whispered memory of the clothes he'd been wearing previously. )
Do you always dress like that or is this a special occasion?
( it's not exactly like he's a bad thing to look at, and she is only human. so she's grinning a bit. sue her. )