A Favour (Scene 1, Act 1)
Weaver-of-the-Nexus stepped out of the Earl's Court station, walking with the unhurried slog of a native denizen of the tubes. The spiky bangs of her short dark hair were dyed a brilliant electric blue, obscuring any hint of her eyes as she trudged the sidewalk towards Hayfich. A typical Millennial, she never even bothered to look up from her phone as her feat ate up the ground. Her fingers, escaping from finger-less leather gloves laser etched with obscure looking runes, danced over the keyboard with the ease and familiarity of a digital native. She looked like a Millennial as well, or at least, one of the urban kids connected with the fashion and festival scenes. Her ears and nose were covered with piercings, and her heavy black jacket was similarly adorned with patches and stitch work. Where she deviated from the rest of her generation was what she was doing on her phone. While most Millennials would be reading up on the news, chatting with friends, or just wasting time on reddit or Clash of Clans, Nexus communing with rather deeper mysteries.
At least, she was until she got to Hayfich's. With a sigh, she blackened her screen and tore out her earbuds, her brown eyes adorned with vibrant blue mascara emerging from beneath the matching bangs and seeking out Oz. When she spotted him, she found a place in the room where she was well within his line of sight, but waited until she noticed her to make the next move.
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