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[psychomancy]

[gemma is outside the local theatre, holding her shawl tightly around her shoulders. as she speaks, she begins to walk down the street.]

Has anyone seen Matthew Murdock? He was... supposed to meet me here at the opera, but he never came. I thought he was running late, but obviously, I was incorrect.

[after a few moments of silence she makes a frustrated sound and turns down into an alley. the redhead leans against the wall. her gaze is worried, her brow wrinkled with concern.]

Please, does anyone have information? I'd greatly appreciate it. I'm--worried for him.

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[psychomancy]

[sadface]

We were... supposed to go to the opera, though.

[hexappeal]

...I know. [There's a smile in her voice.] Well, I'm in the entertainment business. Give it a bit longer and see if he maybe, I don't know, got caught in traffic? If not, when he returns, I'll hook you guys up.

[psychomancy]

I suppose I can.

--Hook us up? What with?

[hexappeal]

Oh, uh! Tickets. Whatever show you want, opera or otherwise. I've always got an Ace up my sleeve.

[psychomancy]

Ah. Well, erm. Thank you, but I'd just like to find him, first.

[hexappeal]

You're quite welcome.

I understand. I offered because I'm certain he'll show up. Just give it some time.

[psychomancy]

... Alright.