Recent content by Queenie

He always knew how to hook the right bait. Queenie frowned, managing not to pout. New cameras at Nowear would be especially useful... She broke her gaze from him, attempting to keep interest from showing too much, and stuck him with the needle a second time on the opposite side of the entry...

Amidst a thorough clean-down of one of the back client rooms, Queenie poked her head out through the door and offered the man a large smile and a chiming hello. "Ciiiiaaaaooo Whit!" she chirped, scooching on out with rag in one hand and a bottle of disinfectant in the other, an apron crowning...

"I... think so," Queenie nodded, then nodded some more in response to his suggestions. "The diagnostics were clear, both on my hardware and the unit. I couldn't find anything." Though she was well learned in many things, she recognized that she lacked in deeper knowledge of the internal...

How easily she got dragged into the remnants of violence. Despite her own peaceful tendencies, she was never far behind the societal explosions that plagued the city like a foul odor. The call had come at an unprecedented hour, rousing the woman from her slumber. It wasn't necessarily the...

"You know it is a bad idea." Queenie stared at the man in something close to sternness that she had difficulty relaying, then stuck him with the needle in the side to numb the wound. Brow furrowed over pursed lips, she pulled the packing from the wound and reached for a pair of forceps...

It was never easy hearing the stories violence between the gangs on the streets beget. Mostly, Queenie worked with the underprivileged and those in need, but she wasn't spared from having to deal with gang victims or even children, herself. It was a sad state of affairs all around. The political...

So she was a bit tech-savvy then. It was amazing what the streets grew in young people around here - they were adaptive and resilient like nothing else. Setting aside her tablet and stylus, she slid from her stool and moved to lean on the piercing case. "I have designed some," she nodded, "but...

Perhaps she had gotten so used to people knowing her name that introducing herself hadn't occurred. The truth of the matter was that most clients, be they those undergoing ink, skin, or cybernetic graphing, had reason to remain anonymous. Queenie didn't offer a name unless given one, and she...

Waited for him to get the first bite. Queenie had treated herself to this pie before. Though it wasn't a regular thing, every now and then her twilight hours granted her the golden ticket to the much sought after Lemoncello Pie. She knew its velvety texture and its poignantly sweet taste...

A whole pie. One whole pie. Una torta intera. Queenie wasn't one for a lot of words, but not out of any disliking for those that were. This gal clearly had a lot to say and she was perfectly happy to listen, especially to stories involving pie even if there was dastardly piegate plots afoot...

Sirens could set one's teeth on edge if you let them. Queenie would be lying if she said she'd gotten used to them - they never heralded anything good around here, though she hardly lived and operated in the worst parts of the city. She wasn't exempt from the gangs, but mostly she had made...

"A young girl that works at the diner by Quates," rouge took her cheeks from the smile that pressed them firmly up into her eyes. Queenie had never been short on acquaintances, but few had grown to the title of friends quite so quickly as a girl with access to Lemoncello Pie made by Brida. It...

Between the two of them they had enough history and connection with Militech for any of this to make sense. Somehow. Queenie was not part of this world of his, though, so she could pass no judgement on the how of things. That these men were amateurs was not a fact she would have come up with on...

She waited while he talked, arms folded within the shawl to brace against the cold. Not that it was terribly cold for a normal person, but Queenie was a woman who could find cold in the stale breeze of a hot summer day. Patient, she knit her brows at the man and his words, moving to take his arm...

"It is not a quick fix either..." Queenie tutted him as she pulled out a secondary medical kit meant for flesh and not for tech. As for what she'd said about Yella, the woman gave him a wary side-eye with faint marks of amusement. Yella had earned her name for the amount of talking she did...