This city won't say where she's going / She won't speak of where she's been

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the City there is music... and it's loud. For blocks, easily, it can be heard pouring out from open windows and doors of the building it's coming from, and closer in, the bass can felt as much as heard.

And the building—well, the little independent office has been sharply redecorated, walls scrawled with bright runes and complex glyphs that seem almost like hyper-abstract graffiti, some of the windows methodically boarded over, the freestanding sign replaced with large, hand-lettered block print reading ROXIE'S, and under that, freelance monster removal &
artifact creation.

Maybe you've come by to tell her to turn that music down—or just to visit—or to volunteer some of the materials she asked for from anyone willing.

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[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Roxie interests Blitzwing.
She appeared in one of his dreams, once. A fragment of many, but one he remembers more clearly than ever.
So he comes for a visit (he feels awkward, almost uncomfortable; this is too social for him, isn't it? says one third, but the other two shut him up) and enters.
Random giggles like a maniac at the loud music.
"Nice music~! Vhat's ze occasion?"

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie is taking a moment to relax, sitting on the counter, head leaning back against the wall it joins to. One might almost think she's sleeping, but—

"I've been working," she says, loudly enough to be heard over it. "I've almost got something usable." Her eyes are still closed.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing looks around the room, not even blinking at the strange glyphs carved everywhere.
"...Und vhat are ze glyphs for?" he queries. There's no hint of disgust or repulsion in his tone; just curiosity.

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"They're sensor and defensive weapon systems," Roxie says, sitting up straighter. "I've been watching everyone who comes in range of the building."