When things never seem to go right, you can blame it on Murphy.
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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
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.
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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?!"
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"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.
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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.
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Also, Topher is rather bemused that she's said 'fluck' twice.
Apropos of nothing, Topher can't help wondering where Gladys is when you need her. He wouldn't be at all surprised to find out that she has a dress in that crazy bag of hers.
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She's shaking her fist in the air for no particular reason other than she can and well, she's mad.
Not at Topher, but well, he's at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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And now that she's waving her hand towards him, he thinks he can tell what species she is. "Um, I swear this isn't meant to sound like a bad pick-up line, but are you an angel?" Because, really, he's gay. There is no intention of picking up going on here!
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Even when she often should.
"I'm too young to have a ward though. But I want one! I'd be the best guardian to him/her evah!"
...says the girl currently in her underwear.
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But the important thing in that ramble is that Topher can direct her to people who are best equipped to deal with weirdness. "Do you know about the Conrad hotel then? Since they've got the local wanderer shelter in the basement, I'm sure they'd have some spare clothes and a towel you could use." And considering how often shapeshifters cut through to the elevator, a half-naked girl won't be that much weirder probably. Maybe. Topher can hope.
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Case in point.
"Ooh, yes yes. I've know of it. The problem is getting to the Conrad when I'm like this!" She uses the umbrella to smack the tree.
In frustration, of course.
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"Okay, look, I heard they had a giraffe wandering around the lobby once, so really, they won't throw you out. Do you think you can walk confidently enough to get there? I'd feel kind of bad about just walking off on you even if it was to get you something to wear." Topher's urges to help people are occasionally terribly awkward-making, and he can't think of anyone in the Conrad that he can call to bring clothes.
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She pushes wet strands of hair away from her face, before taking a deep breath. "And it's okay. You totes don't have to stand here with me. I mean, at some point someone's gonna come with like a coat or sumthin' and then I can just walk back home!"
Home, she has one! Sort of.
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She'll give it back.
Maybe.
"I'm not distressed!" She grins. "I was at first but eh, this sitch ain't as bad as some I've found myself in."
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"Right, then good luck. And if you change your mind about the Conrad, they're really quite helpful there." And now that Topher thinks about it, angels and demons probably destroy their clothing fairly often, what with the wings and all.
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Thankfully it has stopped raining and she can give it back.
"Thank ye for stopping! Live long, live prosper!"
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