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[broadswords]

WHO: nicky & YOU??
WHEN: today
WHERE: nicky's apartment
WHAT: FOOD?? CONVERSATION??
NOTES: related log for this post! starters in comments.
WARNINGS: none yet, will edit if needed

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[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara decides not to twice before she decides to. Not because she knows what to expect, but because they need to know the lay of this land, of the people they don't know—they need to make allies and find out who else her also wants to see everyone and their world released from this mad game.

She finds herself standing outside the door, stretching her shoulders back, trying to appease the twinge between her shoulder blades; the domino little pop bottle shocks down her spine from it, sore sticking to her since that rude awakening in the bright white room the first day. It's not going to do anything but linger, annoyingly, until it fades again.

(The current tension of the situation probably isn't helping.)
She releases a breath from her nose and raises a hand to knock.

At least the coffee smells good from here already. ]

[broadswords]

[ She knocks. The door is opened immediately by Nicky - dressed terribly plainly in a grey shirt and a pair of jeans. His belt has the strap for a sword, which is empty, but there are small knives hidden on his person, the knives of a prepared fighter, that she may be able to see if she looks very closely. Nicky is not exactly concealing them judiciously. ]

Good evening. Please, come in.

[ He smiles pleasantly at her, and tugs the door open to prop it that way. ]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara, similarly, isn't very dressed up. She's in more clothes from the Roxx, but they still don't quite feel right. It's not like she wants to spend all day, everywhere, going around in her Batgirl uniform. She's not Bruce.

The knives do get a look, as does the room. Barbara's used to making she takes a casual, curious glance around the rooms she walks into. She doesn't need to look long. Later, she'll draw up the pristine clarity of the memory and walk through each detail individually. (Maybe she can even convince Dick to give her a back rub while she does it. If she lets herself ask.) ]

Thanks. I'm Barbara. From up in the penthouse.

This is really kind of you to offer to everyone.

[broadswords]

[ She notices the knives. As does Nicky, watching where her eyes go, how she holds herself. He would have guessed a dancer, at first, but with martial training... it is not so far apart. ]

[ As Barbara does not comment on what is hidden in his clothes, neither does he draw attention to it. She's only in danger if she makes certain choices, and if she came here intending to make them, well. Three small knives would not be such a deterrent. ]

[ The room is not extremely decorated from what he found. Nicky has a corner apartment on a higher floor, with an excellent view. The window faces the street, and is slightly ajar, for ventilation. Otherwise, everything here is as he found it, blissfully Spartan. If not for the meal and for Nicky's own presence, it might seem like the place was empty. ]

It is only neighbourly. [ He gestures her towards a chair, one that can see the room. ] I am Nicholas. A pleasure.

[ He speaks with a distinct Italian accent. ]

[her_own_rules]

Likewise.

[ She offers the edge of a smile. ]

Have you been in more than one multiversal fight-kidnapping to know to start with a potluck?

[broadswords]

No, I can't say I am very experienced.

[ The multiverse is... a bit of an overwhelming concept. But his world had expanded once before, and now that door is open, it's not hard to push it a little farther, to look beyond. But Nicky's world has always been the size of a cottage, with the kitchen window overlooking the garden. All this is - wild. ]

But I felt there was no harm starting with a warm meal and a good conversation. Wouldn't you agree?

[her_own_rules]

I'm definitely not one to turn down a free cup of coffee and warm food. Not that I want to stay here, but this place has a huge lack of convenient ready-to-order food in the meantime.

[ She can cook just fine, but she's not turning down it being already prepared—sounding pretty impressive, at that—and doing some intel on who another person is, and whoever else popped in happened to be, as well.

She did pick up that bit of earlier reticence, and she circles back to it. ]

Did your world know about the multiverse before you came here?