When things never seem to go right, you can blame it on Murphy.

[thehighestwing]

Chicago, Phoebe Donovan isn't having a good day. Nay, she hasn't been having a good month.

For one thing, she's still a bit sore about the fact she's finally moved out on her own and she hasn't done anything worth mentioning. She also doesn't have a ward. Yes, she's a very young guardian angel and she has to wait a fuckton of years or so she's been

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[gothamshope]

Harvey is willing to offer help! Or he will be. He's walking in the park, mostly dry in a trenchcoat and with an umbrella to hand. As Gotham's ex-golden boy, he's used to being a white knight of sorts. He hadn't expected to do it here, though -- but he sees a girl hiding behind a tree. Even for Grant Park, that's weird. So he heads over, intending to offer her at least an umbrella and maybe his coat, too.

"Is everything okay over here?"

[thehighestwing]

OH HAI. Have a blond peeking from behind said tree, yelling after the woman that's walking away, ranting about the loss of values and public indecency.

At Harvey's question Phoebe quiets, suddenly shy. "Er..." Or maybe not. "I was just minding my own business and out of the goodness of my like flucking big heart I agree to share a cab with this smelly dude, right?" She hasn't even really gotten a good look at you, Harvey. She's mostly making sure she's covering herself as best she can. "He throws me outta the cab and I lose my dress! I totes loved that dress. It was important to me!"

She's emotional.

[gothamshope]

Oh. She's naked. She's very naked.

"I, um. Well." He's obviously flustered now, if the visible part of his face is anything to go by. "I don't have a dress, but I do have a coat. And it's raining, so --" He shoulders off the coat and offers it to her, a little awkwardly.

"You're okay, though? Aside from the lack of, uh, clothing?"

[thehighestwing]

"Thank ye." His flustering makes her own cheeks redden. It's really, really not how she wanted her day to end.

She takes the coat, though she stares at the man little dubiously.

"You're like not a creepy dude that's gonna be all, hay lil girl, let's go back to my place, right? Cuz I'll totally punch you in the throat."

[its_notluck]

Claire seems to have a habit of saving people from awkward situations. Well, just the guy who had been caught in the rain and now she's coming across a poor girl who is hiding behind a tree because she's naked.

She's heading home from work, cutting across Grant Park, when she spots the scene going on. Mainly she notices the woman in the large spectacles first and then she notices the young girl as she tilts her umbrella back a little.

"Um, what's going on?" She glances brief at the spectacle lady before looking over at the other blonde. "Uh..." She steps to the side, trying to peek and that's when she notices exactly what's happening. "Oh! What happened?"

[thehighestwing]

Meep. Phoebe groans inwardly. She'd been hoping, fruitlessly she realizes, that as long as she stood still and barely made a noise no one would come over.

"Ummmmmm."

She's good with words, the narration swears by it! Most of the time.

"It's like a really long story that ends up with me being nakey?"

[its_notluck]

"Understood." Claire doesn't really need any more of an explanation than that.

"Here." She offers her umbrella to the girl and starts to unbutton her knee length jacket that she bought just a few days before. "You can borrow my jacket." Once she has the jacket undone, she's shrugging it off and offering it to her while reaching to take the umbrella again.

Then she glances at spectacle lady. "Um, we've got it handled, thanks." Go away, now.

[thehighestwing]

Yes, go away woman. Shoo.

Phoebe's eyes narrow as she glares at the woman's back. Honestly, some people.

"Uh, thank ye." She shifts in her spot. "I'm Phoebe! I'd totes don't want to be known as Crazy Naked Girl."

[livemyowndeath]

Topher has discovered that he loves the rain even more than he thought he did before being a vampire. Rain means there's no nasty painful sunlight out.

Job hunting in the rain is still a rather miserable experience, and Topher's quite sure that this last job interview did not go well. Actually, Topher is wondering if it's possible to sue for discrimination.

At least the smell of the rain in the park is wonderful.

The half-naked girl hiding behind the tree is less wonderful. Topher doesn't smell the ozone-y scent of Rift, but with the rain, who knows. With a rather bemused expression, he wanders over and asks, "Do I even want to know what happened?"

Topher offers her his umbrella, but he doesn't have a jacket. He wasn't expecting the rain, and doesn't much notice the cold. The umbrella just happened to be in his car.

[thehighestwing]

"I dunno, do you?"

She'll tell him all about it, too. Phoebe doesn't believe in censorship. The girl has no filter. She'll add colorful details that may or may not have happened.

"It's not that bad either way. It's like that saying! When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade."

The rain begins to pour harder. Phoebe groans as she takes the offered umbrella. "Or you end up asking why the fluck would you want lemons?!"

[livemyowndeath]

"Sure, why not? I'm curious." Topher is gradually leaning away from his theory of new wanderer, but he's still the sort of guy who tries to help people who are in trouble.

"Um, and do you happen to have your purse or wallet? There's a few clothing stores near by, if you think you can get to them without getting arrested." Topher doesn't really give a lot of thought to women's fashion, but he's pretty sure there are bikinis that are considered perfectly decent that cover less.

[thehighestwing]

"I was sharing a cab with this rude guy who felt the need to shove me out of it. All I did was say he needed to stop chewing his hair and shower occasionally, maybe get some highlights." She wrinkles her nose as she remembers his greasy hair. She was only being helpful.

Her eyes widen at the mention of her purse. "Uh...no. I left my purse in the cab. Fluck it I knew I was missing something important!"

She loses things on a daily basis.