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Temperance was only running marginally late, which was actually good for her. Unless if was for school or work, she had the hardest time getting out the door on time. Doubly so, lately, when she felt robbed of sleep. But there was a meet-up today and Temperance needed that kind of distraction. Plus, if she could find more people to rope into playing Overwatch with, that'd be great. Or really, any multiplayer game. There was just something more fun about playing with friends than random strangers. ....Even if utterly decimating random people was fun in of itself.

She shouldered open the door and tugged anxiously on the hem of her yellow shirt. A cat's head took up the entire lower half of the shirt - should she have worn something more, uh, game-oriented? Did they... have a catch phrase, how was she supposed to know who was who?! Temperance caught herself and breathed in deeply before ordering an iced tea. She'd figure it out. In fact...

"Um, hello." This woman... at a big table... "Uh, are you here... f-for a thing?" Good going, Temperance. The woman had such gorgeous hair and such a striking face.

"I mean, hello, I was wondering if you were here for the meet-up?" The large, reserved table - maybe Temperance wasn't too far off.

Temperance's sigh of relief came out in a nervous little bubble of laughter. "Oh good, I'm not going crazy!" She took the proffered hand and gave it a bit of an awkward shake before siting down. "Wait, you're Naz? Oh wow! I thought... well, to be honest, I thought everyone on the forum was a dude." It was just common in gaming circles. Naz had probably mentioned her femininity, but Temperance hadn't remembered.

"Yeah, I was kind of worried, too. Oh! I'm Thermostatic, though, I guess I should say. But, uh, my name is Temperance. Do you remember who else said they'd come?"

"Everybody seems to think a girl can't play an fps or something." Temperance huffed and pulled out her phone, loading up the forum site. She had no idea what Riya was talking about (a television show?), so she politely - awkwardly - ignored the comment. Still, it was nice to have her name called cute instead of 'fitting' or 'old-fashioned. She shifted, embarrassed, in her seat.

Finally the site loaded; she got such terrible service here. Temperance scrolled over to her messages and groaned. She looked up, shooting Riya a grimace. "It, uh... it looks like everyone else suddenly can't make it. Ah this.. must be a shitty first meet-up, sorry." She laughed nervously.

"Oh, you're from Denmark? Do you m-?" Temperance stopped and flushed at being called cute. It flustered her every time, although she'd learned to hold her tongue and not protest against it. It wasn't true, but it was nice to hear. She cleared her throat. "Do you miss it there?"

Temperance had never really been out of the area and she often wondered if that was why nothing ever really felt like home. Did people have a certain place in the world that they had to find, to claim, maybe? If that were the case, the world really was unfair. She wondered what feeling 'home' felt like. Ridiculously heavy thoughts for a gaming meetup.

"So, the original plan was to, um, meet up, eat lunch... but since no one showed.." She shrugged. "Want to get food to go and just come over to my apartment and play games?" A pause. "I'm not a serial killer or anything! I'm actually a nurse..."

The concept of regretting leaving things behind was utterly foreign to Temperance. She knew, of course, that people missed things, were homesick, kept in contact... but she'd never felt such an attachment herself. "Glad to hear it," she said in response to Nazriya's assurance that Temperance was not serial killer material. "Remind me not to show you my scapel collection." She stood up as well, noting the grace with which Nazriya moved. Ugh, she was envious of that.

"Mmm, I think I remember you posting that you wanted to play Overwatch? I've got some co-op games, too, of course. Castle Crasher stuff and Hunted. Other stuff too." She headed to the counter to order some snacks. Was broccoli cheese soup in a breadbowl a snack? "You want anything?"

"Sadly, no fries here - they've chips, though!" And cookies, which Temperance proceeded to acquire alarmingly quickly. She paid for the cookies, although Nazriya bought her a sandwich. She couldn't force the other girl to fuel her habit.

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Some time later, they'd wound their way to Temperance's apartment. It was small, but organized neatly. She smiled at Nazriya and spread her arms. "Home sweet home!" A whole bookcase was filled with bits and bobs of collector's editions of video games: a mask from Bioshock, the Songbird statue from Infinite, various artbooks, Corvo's mask - it was clearly carefully places, but without rhyme or reason.

"So, do you tend to tank or heal or-?" It was time to game.