Recent content by Queenie

So aloof. She liked that about him. It game him an air of mystery that Queenie found profoundly intriguing, like a character from a film noir that clung to the shadows and talked only just enough to keep the plot moving. She smiled at his hand pat and gave his leg another squeeze for good...

She was afraid Emer would ask for that. Being a Doctor, even a Ripperdoc, had its share of ups and downs. Some days you were saving lives, some days you were humanely ending them. Queenie felt the painful prickling of tears forming at the back of her eyes while a hard, painful lump wedged...

It was nice to know that one cared, especially now and especially in Night City. Too few people were willing to stick their necks out for others or take the time to check-in. Queenie offered him a placating smile at his mention of paranoia. He was, indeed, a far more paranoid creature than she...

So feisty for such an old man. His spice was one of his endearing qualities, though, and only made the woman that much more fond of him. Though they had only known one another for a short while, a few years now by her recollection, she found Anders to have wormed his way into her confidence...

Scary and beautiful. Yes, she supposed those two words described nature in a nutshell. It truly was a dichotomy of things and she was ever grateful to have been one of the few that now resided in Night City to have experienced it in her life. Real trees. Real flowers. Gardens. It was, beyond...

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...