[Open] From the Bowery to Saint Mark's

[aly_brighteyes]

New York city is a good place for a girl of Aly's talents. So many people are constantly rushing from place to place or else gawping at the sights that it's very easy for a nimble-fingered thing like her to relieve them of a wallet here or there. Credit cards, she finds, are particularly fun and she's made some very exciting purchases at stores with such fun names as Trash & Vaudeville and Search & Destroy. Once she's assembled a better wardrobe, Aly quickly changes and stuffs her plainer clothes into the bottom of a shopping bag. It won't do to exult her victory while wearing clothes that a sharp eye in a crowd might remember.

Partially out of playfulness, Aly chooses a loud and colorful outfit. It's not the strangest thing she's seen in the area called the East Village but it's certainly eye catching enough that someone might easily be distracted into watching her clothes rather than her face. And all her knives are concealed within her many layers though to any onlookers, she's just relaxing at a bar seat eating chipped potatoes with sambal sauce.

She's adjusting to the changes in her Sight, learning to recognize the rolling heat lines that indicate someone who's passed through the rift and the starbursts that tell her someone is what Daine has explained as an alien. Plying those skills, she glances around the tiny eatery.

[[OOC: Open until the cows come home. Aly is in the East Village and feel free to find her in or walking out of the place.]]

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[has_a_horn]

The guy that sits down next to her is probably pinging the hell out of her Sight, given that he is both very much non-human and has fallen through the rift recently. Outwardly, he doesn't seem all that strange. He's wearing an army-green jacket, a plaid shirt, and a scarf that he pulls off of his neck as he orders fries with sweet chili sauce.

His order given, he turns to her with a smile that's just a little amused. "Going for the cosmic biker look?"