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[stillaboyscout]

COLE is out on the street, sitting numbly. Jasper's gone. And he feels... even more useless than before. And his head is killing him. And he misses home. A lot. So he's slumped over on a park bench, head in his hands, palms pressing into his eyes, where the throbbing is focusing itself.

DR. PARKER is sitting in a hallway in the basement,

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[smithnjones]

Martha Jones has found that no matter what might be going on her life, for whatever reason, she can find comfort in being domestic. Or at least, pretending to be domestic. Even though she isn't all that great at it, there's glee and distraction simply in trying.

She is in the grocery story with Gladys, but having never met her before only registers that she looks vaguely familiar. Most likely someone from the Conrad, but...

Martha glances at the cookie cutters in Gladys' basket and smiles, a little. "Excuse me, sorry, you... wouldn't happen to have a good cookie recipe you could share with me? I'm just learning to cook and bake, and the house where I live could really use cookies. Stat. So I thought I'd give it a go."

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys looks up at Martha, and smiles broadly. If there's one thing she loves, it's sharing recipies for anything. Cookies are her favorite, because they're so simple and easy to share.

"I've got quite a few recipes for a lot of different cookies," she says, laughing a little. "What kind did you have in mind?"

She nods knowingly. "Really, this whole city could use cookies, sweet," she says, shaking her head.

[smithnjones]

"Oh! I... dunno. Never really got that far in my thinking before. Only kind I ever tried to make in the past... long time ago was chocolate chip. Is it easy to make other kinds?"

Oh, Martha is so ignorant in the ways of the cookies.

She smiles, softly at that, laughing a little.

"Yeah, it could. But it'd be real difficult to distribute them all." Martha glances at her. "I don't often approach strangers, but I think I've seen you before... at the Conrad."

[cookiesandhugs]

"It's fairly easy to make pretty much any kind of cookie," Gladys says, smiling. "You just need the right ingredients."

And Gladys is oh so knowledgable on the topic. Really. Don't get her started on types. Really. She could go on for hours.

"Perhaps..." Gladys says nodding.

Gladys studies her curiously. "Yes, I'm staying at the Conrad," she says. She adjusts the plastic basket and sticks out her hand. "Gladys," she says.

[clockwork_doc]

Doc couldn't tell you why he's in a grocery store when he has no money to his name. The problem is, even with a stomach that's actually an ever-lit furnace, Doc does get hungry. And although he's not all that big on stealing -- well, his morality is a bit flexible. (The man stole plutonium from Libyan terrorists in the first movie. Doc's no ethics poster boy.) He's puttering around, looking for either something he can easily swipe, or hopefully some loose change on the ground so he can buy a candy bar or the like.

He's scored himself a dime when he sees a familiar face. "Gladys?" he says, walking over. He'd like to be around a friendly person for a while -- leaving his friends, particularly Aubrey, behind kinda stung.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys turns to see him. "Doc!" she cries, a giant grin on her face. She adjusts her basket a little as she completely turns around to face him. She's missed him quite a bit, she'll admit that. It's awfully lonely down there in that basement.

"How have you been? How's the rest of the hotel?"

[clockwork_doc]

Doc smiles back. Friendly faces are always welcome. "Hi Gladys. It's good to see you."

His smile lessens, though, at the questions. Obvious she hasn't read her journal then. How to explain. . . . "I've -- been better," he says slowly. "I couldn't tell you about the rest of the hotel." He fidgets a bit. "I've left, you see." Oh, this has the potential to turn awkward.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys stares for a moment, because- whut? But then she recovers and just nods.

"Well," she says. "I don't blame you, really, the way that place attracts crazies." She pauses again. "Can I ask where you're at?" she asks. "So I can look you up if need be." Or, you know, send helpful cookies of love. Because that's the kind of gal Gladys is.