sunday morning in the east end

[sonia_alcana]

On her days off, it's rare that Sonia gets out of bed before noon. For starters, she's a night owl, and when she's working she tends to build up something of a sleep deficit. Then there's the fact that without much of a social life, when she isn't working she doesn't really have any tangible reason to get out of bed at a decent hour.

This morning, though, she's wide awake at 8:30 am. Slipping quietly out of bed, retrieving her service pistol from the safe in her closet, and making her way to the living room.

Someone is in her apartment, and she sure as hell did not invite them in.

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[alfonso_conde]

"Well, sure," Bane says. "But since insanity hasn't been an impediment to my plans, I figure I can ignore it for the time being."

[sonia_alcana]

"Fair enough," she says. "I'm just saying. This town has enough of a problem with crazies everywhere. Just don't get reckless-crazy, okay?"

She's clearly not the most sensitive person when it comes to mental health concerns. You'd think she'd be a bit better about this considering the obvious bipolar streak in her own family.

[alfonso_conde]

"Madness and genius can only be distinguished after the fact," Bane says. "This plan will work."

[sonia_alcana]

"Well, if it doesn't, we'll probably be killed, so I guess that would make the effectiveness of it a moot point anyway."

[alfonso_conde]

"There's that sunny outlook I find so comforting."

[sonia_alcana]

Sonia shrugs.

"Someone has to be pragmatic about this. What did you have in mind in terms of dirty laundry?"