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[handswillwork]

Grant Park appears to be a popular spot today.

In the morning, Peter Burke is taking his daily run. Then, rather suddenly, he's not running anymore, but flat on his back as he hits the two-mile separation mark. He'd thought he'd had a few feet to go, but either he wasn't keeping track as well as he thought or Neal isn't where he was, because

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[sitherequietly]

For once, Castiel doesn't appear out of nowhere.

For once, he's actually walking. It's slower than his usual method of transportation, but no less enjoyable. He does not have to be anywhere for any particular reason, so sometimes, a nice walk in the park is a good way to spend an afternoon. So he happens to be walking through the park when Peter hits the barrier, and that makes his head tip to the side.

There isn't anything for the man to run into, no wall to hit, and yet the man seems to have landed on his back. He made his way closer, before leaning over the man and frowning.

"Are you alright?"

[burkethejerk]

It's probably best that he's not appearing out of nowhere. So far that either seems to mean monster or new person, and without the confused look of new Wanderers, that would probably end in Castiel getting a gun drawn on him.

As it is, Peter just blinks a little at having somebody leaning over him.

"Yeah, fine, thanks," he answers, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. "Just a little bruised," he adds with an amused headshake.

Better to find it amusing than let it frustrate him.

[sitherequietly]

Castiel nods, looking him over, before looking over the space in front of him. "It seemed as though you ran into an invisible wall. It was very strange."

He then remembers his manners and extends a hand to him to help him up. "Are you hurt?"

[burkethejerk]

"I guess it would," he says after a pause, not actually sure how much he should say. If this is just some random normal Chicago citizen, than it's probably best not to mention the whole 'it's just part of what the rift did to me' bit. It's just the only explanation he's got.

"Thanks," he repeats, taking the offered hand and pulling himself to his feet. He takes a few steps back just to be safe; it would be better not to get yanked back again. "No, I'm alright." He brushes himself off, adjusting his jacket to better hide the holster and the gun under it again. (After all the craziness at the Tower, even if it has finally stopped, Peter's taken to not going anywhere without his gun.)

[gatherslight]

It is no longer raining, so Rachel isn't with her umbrella.

She's quickly crossing the street in hopes to get home before she catches another go of it, since the last thing she needs is to get sick on top of everything else. There's homework to get through and dinner to make along with the book she'd really like to finish by tonight. She's a busy, busy girl.

In her haste to get home, she nearly runs into Abby, bringing herself to an abrupt halt when she quickly notices this angel doesn't look okay.

"Sorry!" she says, backtracking and finding her footing once more. "Are--are you okay?"

[handswillwork]

Abby notices the girl before colliding and takes a quick step back, blinking
at Rachel as she's asked a direct question.

"Mostly," she answers, smiling a little through her shivers. "I'm just -- kind of lost. I can't remember where I was going," she admits with a little bit of a laugh, wrapping her arms around herself.

[gatherslight]

Rachel isn't wearing her jacket. It's draped over her arm, and she lifts it up in offer, as Abby seems to be shivering. "You want to sit down for a little bit?" Rachel asks softly, motioning to a bench nearby. She wouldn't be completely surprised if it was Calling related.

Sometimes, it always does go back to that.

[handswillwork]

She smiles when Rachel offers her jacket, pulling it on. She's already wearing multiple layers -- never leaves home without being fully covered -- but since it's all soaked, it's not doing much to help the chill.

"Thanks," she says, glancing at the bench. "I -- yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I'm alright, really," she adds quickly as she starts towards the bench, looking at Rachel. "Just kind of turned around. Thanks for the help."

[onethingonly]

Nikolas was buying his morning cup of coffee. His plans were to acquire it, buy the newspaper, read what is on it, and try to figure out what the hell he is going to do now that his boss has been savagely murdered. He'd been told Chicago was one hell of a city, but it's nothing he understood until just recently. It weighs heavily on him, but he's never one to show these things.

His head tilts with curiosity as he watches Peter fall back, as if he hit some invisible barrier that Nikolas can't see.

"Sir, are you all right?" he asks, moving toward him in case there is need of some assistance.

Nikolas is a proper sort.

[burkethejerk]

Peter sits up as Nikolas approaches. He looks a little annoyed, but it's not directed at the other man so much as at Chicago in general, and his rift change in specific.

"I'm fine, thanks," he assures, rolling his shoulders and stretching a little to make sure. He's going to be sore, but he's not actually hurt.

[blazetodefine]

David is a guardian. While he doesn't have a ward yet, it still means that if someone is in trouble, if someone doesn't look well, he is going to look out for them and make sure that they're okay or to somewhere that they can get okay again. He is wandering through the park going in the opposite direction.

School has started, but this is a day that David's not going to school, and he pauses at the sight of the other angel in the park.

He is shy, incredibly so, but the instinct kicks in and takes over. He goes to her side, sliding his hand behind his head and keeping his gaze down.

"Are you alright?" David winces because that question seems to be almost answering itself at the sight of her. "You... look sick."

[handswillwork]

Abby doesn't quite notice him until he's at her side, but she turns to him when she does, smiling slightly and trying to look friendly, despite the glazed expression on her face. She does like people, and really, people who are willing to come help someone who looks like they need it are her favorite kinds of people.

"I usually do," she answers, meaning it to be a comfort and a joke, and she laughs a little but it ends up a cough. She's not smiling quite so much once the cough finally stops, and she waves a hand. "Just a bug. It happens pretty often."

Or, you know, constantly, to some degree or another. Abby is really bad at knowing what her body can handle so far as the healing goes.

[blazetodefine]

David does not mind the glazed expression on her face, mostly because he is not willing to look at her face wholly. There's the whole avoiding meeting anyone's gaze thing, but it's a little frightening to him that he's not looking at her face but can tell she's sick. He reaches out a very tentative hand for her shoulder.

If she wants to hit it away, that's okay as he is a stranger, but it's hard for him to not... do something.

"Usually?" He looks at her with mild confusion, wincing again when the laugh turns into a cough instead. "How? I thought... angels had good immune systems."

He's never met a healing angel before though he knows they exist.

[handswillwork]

She doesn't mind the hand on her shoulder, leaning a little into the touch out of habit. She likes touch, she likes people, and she's not exactly thinking her clearest right now. And he's an angel, and it's not that all angels get instinctive trust, but, well -- angels can't do bad, right? They're not that likely to hurt you. Her, anyway.

She's careful that her bare skin isn't touching him -- not hard, bundled up in layers as she always is -- but he might be able to feel the heat coming off her anyway. She's not quite warm enough to pass for human, but for an angel, that's pretty hot.

"Most of them do -- I do, even -- but it kind of come with the Calling. I heal," she explains. "And when I do, I get a little sick."

/DELAYED tagging

[smokeclears]

Noah is outside in the morning, and he is the only type of teenager who really would get up at early periods of the morning. However, he is very responsible and he does not really sleep that late. He likes to get up and do things, take care of things.

This morning, he's actually headed to the store to get something for school when he happens upon Peter.

It's the guardian in him that can't let him do anything other than protect others. He is not so shy about it as David would be for instance. It's more a part of Noah to the extent that he forgets about himself, and he has a ward too so it's nothing he tries to deny. Noah walks over to him at the sight with a slight frown on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"

[burkethejerk]

He's sitting up by the time Noah makes his way over, frowning and carefully stretching his back. He's not hurt, but he's a little sore and still a little dazed -- he's pretty sure this is the kind of situation where dazed is warranted, really.

He nods, answering before he even looks up to see who's asking. "Yeah, fine." He rearranges his coat to cover his shoulder holster and starts to get to his feet. "Thanks."