Owner	Pose
River Banks	Gotham City isn't known for its good weather, but it is known for its cold-ass, snowy-sleet what-even-is-this-stuff-falling-from-the-sky weather.     It was possibly the thing River hated the most about the city. Not its crime, not the corruption, not even the fact that the busy holidays meant getting aid from the normal places people go mean that the lines were super long. She didn't mind all that.     This weather though? Ugh.     So she had taken shelter in one of the picnic areas under a wooden gazebo, sitting on the dry-ish table top, hunkered down in a jacket that was a couple sizes too large for her was the young woman stared out over the snow-ice-sleet-muck of the park before her, looking towards the castle.     "Why in tha WORLD would anyone wanna plant themselves here?!" she asks, mostly to herself in a grumpy manner.
Singularity	There are many things on this world that Singularity has not had the chance to discover. She is on the search for something and as she reaches out with her dimensional senses to feel it out, when she finds something that interests her, she just tends to butt in, without rhyme, reason, or really, sense sometimes.     That is why, in the middle of the park, there is a suddenly coalescnece of light. A brilliant little orb that forms and starts to spin into a periwinkle swirl. It expands and grows, until... *POP*     The figure that arrives is that of a young woman. Made of the same material as the universe, the stars and galaxies flicker and glow within her, a brighter beacon of multiple lights against the backdrop of the gloom of Gotham's infamously nasty weather.     As the snow and sleet bounce off the membrane that makes up her skin, there's a melodious noise. The tinkling of millions of stars as the young woman pivots in mid-air, a pirouette. Apparently, she thinks that the sleet bouncing off of her /tickles/. "Cold!" she announces happily.
River Banks	River straightens up as the light begins to coalese into that brilliant point. The periwinkle swirl, and she grips her left hand loosely, drawing water molecules together into loose grapeshot about the table, ready for an impending attack when suddenly --     It's a woman. A woman made of swirls of starlight and flickering supernovas and standing out in the gloom of the city.     River stares a moment at Singularity, and then her head tilts. She's forgotten the cold for the moment before she asks:     "... yer not an angel, are you?"
Singularity	Singularity was relishing in the coolness of the percipitation as it bounced off of her, not even making her wet. She just seems to be cut out of the world, and replaced with this little figure made of the stars.     'Yer not an angel, are you?'     The words catch the little universe off-guard and she pivots around to find out where they came from. Finding the young woman standing beneath the awning, her face brightens with warmth, her bright white eyes lighting up as she giggles with delight.     "I am not an angel! I am Singularity!" she introduces herself with a wave of her hand in happy greetings. "I am a singularity, a pocket of the universe." Because it's sometimes just easier to describe it that way.     Looking around, her lips draw into a moe and she considers. "Are you lost? Noone else is out here. You do not have proper cover. Do you need help? I'm a hero! Can help!"
River Banks	Jason would just about be laughing his ass off, River supposes, at the face she's making. The sort of blank face of someone who tends to let information wash over them, and then turn the pieces around to make sense of it. She has to blink a couple of times as she processes 'I am a pocket of the universe.'.     "A pocket of the universe?" she asks, and then she leans her body forward, elbow on her knee.     "Nah, not lost. Jus' keeping shelter from the shit fallin' from the sky." River replies, "Ah live at the edge of the river. An' this is cover 'nough for me. Ain't gonna melt on accord of no weather." she states as she looks to Singularity.     "You are about the most pretty thing I've ever seen though, if you don't mind me sayin' so Miss Singularity."
Singularity	The face that River makes is the one she gets the most often when she describes what she is, and Singularity can only smile. She is well past used to it by now. "Yes. When the universe was formed. I was aware. I watched this universe. It's heroes. It's battles. I was impressed. I wanted to see it up close!" she explains. "So. Singularity. Is. Here."     It all makes perfect sense to her. She just glosses over the whole other world she was in. Unless she is one of the five she recognizes from that world, noone needs to hear about that.     "Shelter. I see. The ice hurts you." She looks thoughful for a moment and then has a Eureka and aha! face all mixed up into one cute little look that dimples her cheeks.     "If you show me your home. I can take you to it! Can teleport. Or carry you inside me. It is very roomy!" she offers helpfully.     But when she is called pretty, the little universe giggles. On her cheeks, little nebulas of red, pink and purple bloom to life, just suddenly existing and just as suddenly gone, as if sharing the finite life of the galaxies that live within her. "Thank you. Friend Kara thinks I am pretty as well. Says my stars are like freckles!"
River Banks	"Well, I don't know no Karas, but I reckon she's right. Your stars are like freckles. An' your eyes are -- what's the word -- luminous. There we go. Good enough word to describe your eyes." River states, and she gives a small nod.     "Yeah, my skin don' tlike those icy needles none, so I'm just shelterin' here until the storm decides to let up an' I can make my way home without gettin' too chilled." River explains, and then she blinks a moment as she opens her mouth, and holds up a hand and she gives a small shake of her head.     "Ah don't doubt that, but I've hardly even met you Singularity. Can't hardly expect to ride in another lady." she states with a friendly smile.