::The landlord lurches along with Dylan. He opens the door and hands her the key, putting his hand on her bum.::

"Here you go, love."

"Erm, thank you."

::She moves away from the landlord.::

"It's great. Thanks. Bye."

::Leering, the landlord installs a camera in the shower and leaves.::

::Dylan stretches and does a little dance over to the window, where she opens it and breathes in the city air.::

"So, San Fran, eh? I've been a fair few places, but I can tell this place is different. Home."

::With a small smile, she turns and looks at her moderatley sized appartment.::

"It's better than a bloody mobile home!"

"Right then, I think i'll head to the beach, check it out a little."

::She makes her way over to the door, her keys still in her hand. Before she steps out into the hallway, she turns to look back at her new home.::

(Here's to a more permanent home. I hope.)

::With a small smile, Dylan leaves, locking the door behind her and making her way down to the beach.::

::Dylan opens the door and escorts Hawke into the apartment. She smiles at him as she does so.::

"So, make yourself at home."

(As will I. Haven't been here for ages.)

"Can't get enough of the C-to-the-W."

::Yeah, that was Hawke's attempt at rapping - or something.::

"Seems like everyone I've met so far lives here. Birds of a feather, I guess..."

::He says the last bit mostly to himself. The gorgon glances around the place, impressed by the moderate-yet-comfortable arrangement.::

"Nice place. You must pay a lot for it."

"Eh, I pay enough."

::She yawns, it's pretty early. Perhaps too early to sleep.::

"I think this might be the only place to live around here, so it's not all that shocking that everyone lives here."

::Smiling at him, she moves into the kitchen.::

"Hey, do you want a drink or something...?"

(I totally forgot his name... That's quite worrying, as he's in my apartment.)

"Yeah, sure. But... don't put yourself out on my account though."

::Still playing the role of the perfect guest, Hawke walks over to the window and looks out at the world beneath him.::

(Look at all of them. Crawling about on the world like bunch of maggots. Tasty little snacks, all ripe for the eating. If only they didn't have their damn witches protecting them.)

::He turns around and throws a glance in Dylan's direction.::

(I wonder why I haven't eaten her yet? Well, I'm not hungry yet. She's been kind - and I did promise not to kill her. Besides, plenty of other prey in this building. Like she says, everyone lives here.)

"Need some help?"

::She returns from the kitchen with a large bottle of coke and two glasses.::

"Nope, I got it. Is Coke okay? Cause I have juice and stuff."

"Coke is fine."

::Hawke smiles, taking the bottle from Dylan and pouring out two glasses. He hands one of them to his host before picking one up himself.::

"Cheers."

::Hawke holds out his glass, feeling very pleased with himself for remembering to emulate the mortal custom of clinking glasses before a drink.::

"So, miss, any plans on what to do, now that you're in San Francisco?"

::She clinks glasses, with a giggle.::

"Cheers."

(He's so cute!)

"I don't know what to do while I'm here. I guess just live. Find out more about myself as a person."

(And my powers. Who I am.)

"Deep."

::Hawke smirks and takes a gulp of coke. The gas startles him, sending a strange sensation into his nose.::

(Gah, fizzy!)

::He sets the glass down on the table. His blue eyes wander over Dylan in a casual manner.::

"Well, living certainly should be interesting in this place. Every other person seems to have some sort of power."

(I wonder how she knows about magic - yet isn't a witch herself. Then again, the kiddies of San Francisco don't seem too bothered with exposure.)

"How did you learn about magic?"

"Oh, my mother was always into it before she went away, then my nanna was experimental."

(Not really a lie.)

::She looks at the table, her focus slipping a little, a smile on her lips.::

"There were always candles burning somewhere, crystals around the house."

::She quickly wipes her eyes where she'd started to mist up, but it quickly subsides.::

"Sorry. Anyways."

::Hawke notices his host's distress at the mention of her mother. He relishes it, and almost smiles, before remembering to keep up pretenses. So, instead, he puts up a sympathetic, patronizing expression on his face.::

"Don't be; my sympathies for your loss."

::He reaches out and gently pats Dylan's leg.::

"Though, like my mother used to say: those we love are never truly gone."

(All this sappiness is going to make me sick. Though, I wonder what it is like to actually have a mother?)

::Dylan slowly reaches out her hand and wraps it around Hawke's.::

"You're the first real friend I've made here."

::She smiles up at him, looking into his eyes.::

::Hawke smiles back, unsure of what to say. Strange - but the close contact was making the gorgon slightly nervous. But he knew he had to keep up pretenses, so he thinks back to the daytime soaps he'd seen in the underworld.::

(Ok, the correct responce is to rub her hand gently with my thumb.)

::He does this.::

"Likewise. Thing is, I'm glad to see that at least some people in this city are kind and friendly."

::Hawke reaches out with his free hand and pours both of them some more coke. He doesn't let go of her hand though.::

::Dylan breaks her hold on his hand to reach for her glass and take a sip.::

"So, got anything in mind you'd like to do?"

(I'm sure I'm boring the guy just sitting here and talking about junk he doesn't need to know.)

::Hawke leans back on the couch. He sets the still mostly full glass of coke on the table, gets up and stretches.::

"I need to get some shopping done at some point. And find me a snack at some point; I'm getting pretty hungry."

(Though, if I get hungry enough. I might just snack on her.)

"What about you? Any ideas?"

"I bet there's somewhere around we could go for food, how about that? Then we could go shopping after to the mall."

::She smiles.::

"That is, if you want me to tag along."

"Of course."

::Hawke replies automatically. He liked this girl, and it was always nice to have a snack handy, in case no-one else presented themselves. The gorgon stands up, and stretches.::

"There's only one place for food that I know of - the Diner."

::He wrinkles his nose at the memory of greasy foods.::

"Is there anyplace else... better... to eat?"

"I don't really know, but I guess we'll find out, eh?"

::She smiles and fetches her bag before conveniently leading Hawke to Quake on a hunch.::

[The entire apartment complex blows up. Fire destroys everything and kills anybody left inside: the explosion is far too violent to expect any survivors. Debris and plaster flies everywhere, and the noise is deafening. The building is destroyed and left in a flaming wreck.]