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Who: Rosette and YOU
Where: One of the main thoroughfares into the market
When: Several hours after the attack has been repelled/Day 1
What: THE ROSETTE IS DRIVING HOW CAN THIS BE?
Warnings: Nuns with guns

Rosette has through dubious means acquired both a vehicle and a license. It would make sense in the celebratory mood and the heavy congestion of militia and soldiers returning from their victory and civilians leaving their shelter that traffic would get a bit touchy.

More than a bit touchy.

In fact, it only took one person getting tired of how slowly their nice, computer operated car was going to crash into three other vehicles in an unusual fit of road rage.

Maybe you're in the next car over with friends, maybe you're just leaving the market, maybe you're standing by or floating over traffic with your magical floaty powers. And then there's Rosette. How does Rosette react to the traffic jam? STOMP HER WAY UP ON TOP OF SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR TO YELL AT OTHER PEOPLE NEW YORK STYLE.

"JUST MOVE! THERE'S SPACE RIGHT THERE! ARRG ARE YOU BLIND!" She stomps on the roof of the car she's standing on. Probably your roof.

((OOC NOTE: This is after infection but before anyone knows what is going on! Enjoy your new temperament in a traffic jam.

Prose and fast tagging both welcome and responded in kind!))

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Follows her gaze with a bit of interest, perking up a bit.

"Fist fight. Aren't you used to those?"

"Well... Yeah." They just usually occur between 7 foot tall demons with monstrous strength, not average commuters. "I guess people are a little scrappy today."

"They aren't normally like this?"

Takes a bit of a wider look around, and shrugs it off a second later, hopping back down.

"Emergency crews should be here soon anyway. Shouldn't we get to the market?"

"Nooottt usually. I don't think?" And then, far off in the distance, there are sirens. A little hurriedly, she jumps down from her car, ignoring the indignant squawk from the driver.

Rosette, being the BEST NUN IN THE WHOLE WORLD, pulls the tracking plates off of her vehicile and starts quickly for the busy market.

"Good idea!"

There are times for pointing out how vehicles ID their passengers on entry, and how the auto-nav central computer tracks vehicle serial numbers.

Other times, well. All that really matters is whether or not they can get fried chicken for dinner.

"So where are we going first?"

You're a good demon, letting her feel clever for a while. They get swallowed by the crowd. But even here, the atmosphere is strange... tense. Excited in almost a hyperactive, manic way. Frustrations and joy overamplified...

"Over there... they specialize in hydroponics." She points towards a grocer in the far corner.

Follows her gesture, then looks back at her.

"What's hydroponics?"

"I..." She hesitates as she realizes she really doesn't have any idea. Hydro... water.... ponic... no. She sidesteps a small alien that barely rises to her knee, trying not to stare at it.

"It's a farming method! ... A very dangerous one. It attracts space zombies."