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[cryptofascist]

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Captain Gabriel Lorca.

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[trigeminalheadache]

Right. At least, someone who knows what the boundaries are and is willing to step in.

But not step in unnecessarily.

[cryptofascist]

And make sure you're taken care of, after.

[trigeminalheadache]

Yes. Aftercare would be important.

[cryptofascist]

Reasonable concerns, all.

Gabriel Lorca. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ caitlin felt fairly certain the message didn’t reach its intended recipient, but it was nothing to fuss over. ]

Caitlin Snow. It’s a pleasure as well. Though possibly awkward as well?

[cryptofascist]

Not at all.

Are you a Submissive, Caitlin?

[trigeminalheadache]

I am. Both by designation and personal inclination.

[cryptofascist]

Then the city's laws shouldn't present an obstacle to getting what you want.

Or any aid I can provide as a Dominant.

[trigeminalheadache]

You’d want to help me?

[cryptofascist]

I like the way you think.

[trigeminalheadache]

Which part of it really appeals to you?

[cryptofascist]

Overwatch. I'm used to keeping people in line.

[trigeminalheadache]

Experience in being an authority figure?

[cryptofascist]

Starship captain.

[trigeminalheadache]

So that’s a big yes. Lots of responsibility and authority.

[cryptofascist]

A big yes.

Is that something that really appeals to you?

[trigeminalheadache]

I have to admit, it really does.

[cryptofascist]

I'd be interested to hear what else you like.

[trigeminalheadache]

Over text, or would you like to meet?

[cryptofascist]

Let's meet.

Do you have a favorite haunt?

[trigeminalheadache]

Subversion in the Up. Crimson in the Down.

[cryptofascist]

Subversion. 8 o'clock?

[trigeminalheadache]

I’ll be there at the bar on the first floor.

to action!

[cryptofascist]

I'll see you then.

[ A good soldier doesn't dawdle. Lorca enters at two minutes to eight, navigating the establishment with familiarity. He's clean-shaven in casual dress, the darker side of denim and leather. A touch of cologne, warm and bitter. Upon making eye contact with Caitlin, he offers her a nod and a tempered smile. ]

What are you drinking? [ he asks before ordering a single malt scotch for himself. ]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ when lorca enters, caitlin has already been at the bar for 13 minutes, a quarter before eight. early is on-time, and on-time is late, after all. she’s dressed smartly casual, a dark blue sheath dress with just a hint of sleeve, and her hair hangs straight over one shoulder. she returns his smile, though hers is warmer. ]

Um… I’ll have a vodka tonic. [ it’s said half to him, half to the bartender. ] This felt a little less raucous than suggesting The Scratch.