### Carmen "Lily" Santo and Walt Williamson --- Hours later, yeah, and she still hasn't found herself a cheap motel. She needed to get her ass in gear, but she couldn't miss the fair, especially when that strange woman said she'd be here (And Lily has questions to ask her). Well, it didn't take a genius to tell that this place was a disaster waiting to happen. So many Metas... so many people... it went without saying that, whatever the hell happens here, Lily wasn't going to be apart of it. Just find that loco woman, and move along before whatever the hell happens, goes down. But maybe enjoying the Fair a little wouldn't hurt anybody. The urge to get some food drove her to a vendor stand. Painting white and red, with bright glowing signs that pierced the darkness that said "HOT DOGS". That had a bench or two in front of it, sandwiching the line from the front counter. It was a good thing that she got some money on her. She got behind everyone else in the line, a family of four (All white, Lily noted their striking blonde hair), in front of them was an older African-American man - she figured that he was there alone, or going to meet someone. No matter what these people's stories were, they weren't apart of her story. Once it was her turn to order a hotdog, she walked up, rather nervously. "Hey ma'am, can I take your order?" The young, chippy, redhead apparently working the stand asked her. Heh, "ma'am". That's what they usually call women, but the funny thing is that Lily never felt so much like a teenager than she does right now. "Uh, yeah." Lily shuffled her feet to adjust into firm stance. Her gloved hand quickly went behind her head as she wondered what to order. Eh, something simple. "Just a regular hotdog please." The man nodded and answered, "That'll be three dollars." The problem with carrying around hundreds of dollars on you is that you'll be an easy target for pick-pockets if you let them know. Another problem is that it's all in twenties! Lily reached into her pocket, and dug hard for the money - twisting her fingers around to make sure that she doesn't reveal how much money she had. She produced a twenty and handed it to the man, he took it, and went into the back. A few minutes later, he came back with her hotdog. Lily was never too big on hotdogs, but she hate quite a lot back then when she went to pool parties (and parties with families) where they were served on a grill. So it was something she was used to. Lily grabbed the hotdog and walked around the stand to the side. Where she leaned up against it, and kicked her legs out. She was going to eat it back here because hell if she was going to walk around with it and end up dropping it. Lily took one bite out of it, then realized that the man who was first in line had approached her. Uh, what to do? Does he want something? "Hey." Was all she could say as she took another bite, she kept her eyes on him at all times. The man leaned up against the wall next to Lily. He had a hotdog of his own. "Mind if I join you?" _I swear to God, if you're looking for a date...._ Lily hissed in the back of her head as the man "joined her". Now she could get a good look at him. He was a tall, African-American man, with a shaved head that left a few centimeters worth of hair on top. He wore a black leather jacket, and blue jean pants, with a polo-shirt under it. Okay, maybe a little stylish, but on someone a few decades younger. This man was old enough to be her damn father (I.E in his mid-to-late forties). It showed in the creases and wrinkles in his face. "Uh, sure." While she did have the feeling this man was up to something, she was simply going to go along with it and leave if things got a little hectic. No reason to be paranoid (Especially when this man could give her a place to sleep, a better choice than a cheap ass motel). Maybe she was being a little bit too passive in looking for Megan. Like, was Lily _honestly_ expecting to find Megan, who is at best one person in a mob, by wandering aimlessly around? "Hey," She was quick to say to the man - because if he's here, she might as well ask him. "Have you seen a tall woman with red hair, and glasses?" She asked. "Uh... not that I can recall." Crap, there goes that plan. "But I a lot of people are heading towards the river front, ya' might find her that way." Well, that's Lily's only option, really. She took her last bite of the hotdog, clenching her jaws down on it and swallowing the last chunk of it. "Thank you." She said, as she threw the cardboard away in the trash can that was right next to her, and left the man behind as she stepped into the crowded streets yet again. Alright where's the riverfront... stopping her stride, Lily quickly realized that she should have asked the man which direction is the river, anyway. Lily turned her head behind her... looks like that man is long gone. She kept heading towards the riverfront, but then she passed another Meta-human. She knew he was a meta because of the nagging feeling in the back of her head that had told her where they were. She had no choice but to look at them. A man, white, and obviously an artist going off of his art booth he had here. He was drawing pictures of people. Maybe when she was younger, she would have loved one of these pictures, but honestly, it didn't matter to her. Lily kept moving when she heard a voice calling out to her from the art stand. "Hey you, with the piercings." it said. She looked over he shoulder and saw that the source of the voice was a anime-type drawing of a tough-looking girl on a blue motorcycle. She was idling her bike in a blank space on a sign that said "Electronic Caricatures". An arrow on the sign pointed to the line in front of the meta artist. What the hell? Lily immediately stopped and turned towards the stand. Okay, she was wondering who just called out to her. Was it that Meta-human? No, it can't be. It was a girl saying something to her. Of course, before she moved on, she looked at the stand. Electronic Caricatures? Sounds expensive, actually. And stupidly impractical since Mr. Artist right here would have to haul around a load of electronics. She was a bit curious as to who called out to her, honestly. Maybe it might be that someone she's looking for... and either way, if it isn't, she can ask if this guy has seen her. Lily walked over to Electronic Caricatures with a light step. "Hey," She said to Walr to get his attention, "Did you say something to me...?" Walt looked up from drawing a rather overweight Southern woman who reeked of tourist as the drawing began to open her mouth again. "It was me." she said "I called you over hun. You got a problem with that?" "Be nice, Zoom." Walt said "She means you no harm. I'm sorry, miss, but if you wish to get your picture drawn you must wait in line." Zoom gestured to the line of about four people stretching in front of where walt was drawing. Walt looked back down to the picture and in less than twenty seconds was finished. Did those days of taking drugs finally catch up to Lily? Because that was rather... strange. A sentient drawing. A sentient drawing was talking to her. That was impossible, unless it was the work of a Meta-human. It took a little bit of concentration, but Lily picked up the faintest amount of Meta-human energy on the drawing. Detecting that it was the work of a superhuman. Obviously, Lily choose to read into the man's power... She focued on him, and tuned into the energy that surges within him, and forced her psyche into. Scanning the very essence of it. He had... he had an artist power. The ability to bring art to "life", give them personalities. Give them thoughts.. a very interesting power, actually. Of course, Lily didn't know how to respond to a painting talking to her. She scratched the back of her neck. "Uh, no, but..." She whimpered, before turning to Walt. Well, she didn't see Megan anywhere around here, so why didn't she just probe for a little more information? But, of course, he was distracted. He probably thought she wanted a painting. She didn't know if disturbing him would have been the right thing to do. For starters, it would have been rude, and on the other hand, drawing takes focus. So, Lily simply got in line, again. Hopefully, Walt will know something. The Black Fall effect draws Metas to one another. Megan is a Meta too. So there's a chance that Walt could know who Megan is, or if he has seen her.