Buildings and bridges are made to bend in the wind to withstand the world...

[shealone_stands]

A car loaded with teenagers pulls up in front of the Conrad. Finding parking in downtown Chicago is never easy, and Buffy is not willing to wait. She springs out of the car and races into the lobby - only to realize that while she knows the basement is where they keep the wanderers, she has no idea how to get there. Um.

The Doctor is wandering

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[takethechase]

Portia turns into a maned wolf, Casey. That is decidedly less cuddly. But it sort of counts. Ish.

Either way, she's spotted the cop from across the way and is homing in on her with the intent of... Who knows what. She likes Casey. Therefore, she will inflict herself upon the cop when the opportunity presents itself. Portia drops onto the grass next to Casey, just barely mindful of her suit. "Hey."

[andwhosearmy]

Casey turns her head to look at her, and smiles when she sees Portia. For someone she's only spoken to a couple of times, she likes the woman - though she does have to wonder if Portia's seeking her out, or just happened to run across her while on her own business in the park.

"Hey. Didn't expect to run into you here."

[takethechase]

"You either." Portia pulls out her flask and offers it to Casey in what's beginning to feel like ritual. She has to wonder if this is a bit like friendship, certain repeated sets of behavior that offer some kind of comfort through their familiarity. "Gonna get a dog? I had a goldfish once."

She pauses. "Dunno what happened to it, actually. Pretty sure it died."

[andwhosearmy]

Casey shakes her head a little at the flask, though she smiles a little at the offer. Portia's comment gets a little laugh out of her, and she shakes her head again.

"I think if I got a dog, it would probably suffer the same fate as your goldfish. Or at least be very lonely. Always liked dogs, though..."

[takethechase]

"Dunno. Dogs..." She tilts her head back and forth. "Don't dislike them. But--"

There's just something about an animal that will come back, tail wagging in apology after you beat them that she just can't get behind.

Then again, Portia isn't really and animal person in general.

Oh well. She takes a pull from the flask, more out of habit than desire, and puts it away. "Busy, lately?"

Her eyes flicker in the direction of the park where Bambi... ended up.

[andwhosearmy]

Casey snorts. Busy doesn't even begin to describe it. "Yeah. You've probably heard all there is to know about... that. Probably getting shelved."

It's not that no one cares what happens to angels, but the laws don't allow for supernatural anything. These things get shelved more often than not, dropped in a box somewhere and forgotten. Casey is trying not to work herself up about the fact that a girl was crucified and no one's fixing it - it's really not good for her sanity. Or blood pressure.