>Date: November 3rd, 2017>Location: Sanctuary City>Time: 7:01am>Constance Ratti falls out of bed, hitting her head, as her phone alarm blares out.>With a groan of pain, the young meta-human woman picks herself up from the ground, although not b

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[SoL] - Sanctuary City Days Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 19:19:53 No.5128

>Date: November 3rd, 2017
>Location: Sanctuary City
>Time: 7:01am

>Constance Ratti falls out of bed, hitting her head, as her phone alarm blares out.

>With a groan of pain, the young meta-human woman picks herself up from the ground, although not before awkwardly reaching up to the phone to turn the alarm off.

>Still rubbing her head, Constance walks out of her room into a cramped hallway, having to dodge out of the way as a rat-eared teenager rushes past her.

"No running in the- why do I even bother. . ."

>Turning to her left, Constance knocks on a door then opens it when she gets no response, walking into a bathroom.

>With a stoney-faced look on her face, Constance stands in front of the mirror of the bathroom, brushing her teeth, before switching over to using several skin lotions on her face with one hand as she absently brushes her hair with another one.

>Picking up a tube of lotion, Constance presses it to take a portion out, only for it to be empty.

"Great. . ."

>Her face even more down than before, Constance Ratti looks into the mirror again, using two of her fingers to push against her cheeks so her mouth is in a "smile".

>Just as she seems to get used to it, the woman's phone alarm blares out again, having only been put on snooze, making her jump.

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 19:45:51 No.5129

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>>5128
>Time: 7:47am

>Constance Ratti walks into the main living area of her family's apartment, grabbing a slice of bread from the side and casually putting in the toaster. As it cooks away, she leans back against one of the sides, staring out at nothing.

"Back late last night."

>Constance doesn't even look to the source of the voice.

"Yeah."

"Out drinking, or have you got yourself a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Connie, please, I'm trying to talk to you."

>Constance snaps out of her state, looking over at the source of the voice, a blonde woman with rat ears.

"Yeah, I know ma, I'm just. . . not in the mood. . . gonna be a long day at work, and someone used my special skin cream. . ."

>The woman looks like she's going to object for a moment, but relents.

"Ok sweetie, just keep safe, ok?"

"Ok."

"Oh, and we need milk."

>Connie sighs, then quietly picks up her singular piece of toast, walking out of the room.

"Yeah, I'll get some. . ."

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 20:08:28 No.5130

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>>5129
>Location: The Sanctuary Store, Sanctuary City
>Time: 8:50am

>Constance Ratti stands in front of a locker in the staff room of the Sanctuary Store department store, putting a motorcycle helmet into the locker and closing it, letting out a long sigh and pressing her head against the locker door.

"Oh, Angie not in today?"

>Constance pulls her head away from the locker to see one of the managers, a man in his late 30s, standing near the entrance of the staff room.

"No Bob, she's out sick, I'm covering. . . need the shifts anyway with Christmas coming up."

"She didn't phone in to tell me."

"She said she would. . ."

"Don't worry about it, Connie, just get out there and give it your best, ok?"

>Constance Ratti forces a smile, adjusting a name badge on her shirt.

"Always do, Bob."

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>Time: 10:48am

>Constance Ratti smiles

"That's a great choice, I actually use it myself. . ."

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>Time: 12:18am

>Constance Ratti smiles

"Personally I'd recommend. . ."

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>Time: 1:23pm

>Constance Ratti smiles

"For your complexion you should. . ."

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>Time: 5:53pm

>Constance Ratti takes the motorcycle helmet out of the locker, carefully putting it on.

"Good work today, Connie."

"Huh? Oh. . . yeah. . . thanks Bob."

>Securing the helmet, Constance Ratti steps out of the department store.

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 20:18:44 No.5131

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>>5130
>Time: 6:12am

>Constance Ratti rides her motorcycle through Sanctuary City, heading from the expensive financial district towards the residential district.

>As she idles in some traffic, Constance looks down at the fuel gauge of the bike, letting out a frustrated sigh underneath her helmet.

"Crap. . ."

>Turning off from the main street, Constance heads down a side street, looking at the sides of the road as she does, until she notices a gas station, which she pulls into.

>Dismounting the bike, the woman starts filling the bike to a certain point, then pulls a card out to pay for the fuel with a card at the pump's self-service point.

>Constance swipes the card, only for the machine to buzz as the transaction is declined.

"Oh come on! This is the fourth fucking time this year!"

>Pulling the card away, the woman starts to head towards the gas station's store, making sure to lock her bike up before she leaves it alone. . .

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:00:58 No.5132

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>>5131
>Location: Meta-Gas & Convenience
>"Using our powers to serve you!"

>The picture of a cartoonish looking man giving a thumbs up graced the sign of the gas station, looking just as corporate as you would expect.

>The gas station was of average size for being right in the middle of a major city. It was fairly well maintained, with several gas pumps and parking spaces.

>Inside was the convenience store. Not the largest, nor the most beautiful, but fairly clean and with almost all your convenience essentials.

>Standing at the counter is a nice looking but mostly average man in his mid 20s. He's of average height and physique with relatively long dark hair. He looks tired as he stands behind the counter being talked at by a middle aged customer.

"I'm telling you man. It's good."

"If you say so… your total will be-"

"No for real man. Watch that shit!"

>The employee stares at the customer, unsure of what to do.

"Um.. okay. I will."

"Cool! Cool! Anyway man, gotta get back to my girl. You know how it is he he he. See ya!"

>The main turns and begins to leave.

"Hey! You didn't pa-"

>Before he could finish the man walks out the door, going off with his bag of snacks and beer. The employee behind the counter lets out a mix of a groan and sigh, slouching down.

"Not again…"

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:09:46 No.5133

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>>5132
>The middle-aged man bumps into Constance as he walks through the door.

"Hey man, watch where you're-"

>Still keeping his attitude of ignoring everyone as he leaves, the middle-aged man just walks past the woman.

"Asshole."

>With more things to annoy her, Constance begins walking over to the counter, her accent slipping into something more like something from New York.

"Fuckin' stronzo thinks he owns the fuckin' place, probably goin' home to fuck his hand. . ."

>Constance stops grumbling as she reaches the counter.

". . .I need to pay for pump 3, do you accept cash?"

>As she stands, her features still covered up, Constance looks at the man behind the counter, his features looking familiar to her.

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:14:47 No.5134

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>>5133
>The man straightens up at the arrival of the new customer. Although he still looks tired.

"Yeah. Do you have a rewards card or a gas card?"

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:19:01 No.5135

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>>5134
"Uh. . ."

>The woman seems genuinely stumped for a second.

". . .no."

>Squinting beneath her helmet, Constance still struggles to piece together the man's features.

"Weird question. . . is your name, like, Devin or Daryl or something? I think I recognize you from somewh- crap. . ."

>Constance hits the side of her helmet as she realises something.

"Do you sell milk?"

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:22:53 No.5136

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>>5135
>Derek's eyes shift down to his nametag and back at the woman. He stares at her with nothing but the gas station's loud repeating Christmas music to fill the silence for several moments.

"The dairy isle is in the back. And sorry, I don't recognize you."

>He says this with an extremely tired tone.

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:30:53 No.5137

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>>5136
"Oh. . . Derek. . . one sec. . ."

>The woman leaves for a moment, heading to the back of the store, then returns with a carton of milk which she puts on the counter.

"You, like, local? I mean local local, not just from the city in general, like this general area. . . probably easier if you can see my face."

>Constance lifts the visor of her helmet up to reveal her face.

"Any better? No probs if you don't, might be getting you confused with someone else or something."

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:36:56 No.5138

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>>5137
>Derek stares at Constance with a blank expression. Finally, for the first time probably all night it changes.

"Hey! I do recognize you! You're uh…"

>He begins snapping his fingers as he tries to remember.

"We went to school together right? You were… uh… Cammy? Bethany? Something like that?"

>Derek rubs his chin.

"You were that party girl, right? I think we shared a class once."

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:42:02 No.5139

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>>5138
"Connie."

>Constance doesn't put up much of an argument, having gotten Derek's name wrong earlier.

"It was from High School. . . right. . . yeah. . . makes sense. . ."

>The final pieces seem to be clicking into place for Constance.

"So, how are. . ."

>Constance looks at the gas station interior, realising that the answer to her question is probably "bad"

". . .well. . . uh. . . you wanted to be, like, a cop, right? Studying hard at the academy or something?"

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:48:57 No.5140

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>>5139
"Yeah, Connie. That was it."

>He looks a bit sad at Constance's final question. He shuffles his feet and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

"I wanted to join the MRD, yeah… I tried but I kind of… flunked out."

>He averts his gaze, embarrassed.

"I know they have a reputation but I had this… silly goal of trying to help make things better. Too bad I couldn't even make it through the academy."

>He clears his throat and turns his eyes back towards Connie.

"Anyway, what about you? I bet you spend your days having fun, right?"

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:53:32 No.5141

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>>5140
"Oh, right, a super cop, eh. . ."

>Constance shrugs.

"It's not, like, everything it's cracked up to be and all that, I guess. . . you've probably heard it all before, right?"

>As Derek directs the question back, the woman snorts.

"Ha ha. . . haaaaa. . ."

>The laugh turns into a sigh.

"Yeah, great, I'm in a gas station scraping together some bills because my dead-end job forgot to pay me again. . . at least your thing they'd give you another chance, anything I'd want to do they'd look at my name and tell me to fuck off."

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 21:57:46 No.5142

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>>5141
"Aw man. That sucks. Your job forgot to pay you? That's crazy."

>Derek leans against the counter a bit.

"You need a new job? I can ask for you. We're understaffed and the manager's been hounding me constantly about asking people I know to apply."

Revo 07/20/26 (Mon) 22:05:48 No.5143

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>>5142
"Nah."

>Constance unzips her leather gear a little, reaching into an inner pocket to take out a purse.

"It still probably pays more than here, no offense, and ma and pa wouldn't be able to afford it if I were on less."

"Plus it, like, let's me pretend I got some of my dream in life at least."

Omni 07/20/26 (Mon) 22:11:08 No.5144

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>>5143
"Well maybe you'll get promoted or something and then get to achieve your dream some day."

>Derek now stands ready at the register, having turned towards it almost on instinct at this point.

"What is your dream life anyway?"