Let there be light...

[cookiesandhugs]

In the lobby, there is an Angel of Healing who is standing with a plate of cookies and brownies and other sweet treats on a tray. It's been a particularly tough week, and she's honestly sick and tired of everything that has gone on. She's fighting back.

She spent several hours in the basement, and the plate she's currently holding is by no means the

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[radiantsoldier]

Elena's been vaguely aware of Gladys for some time now, but she finally decides to come out and say something. Maybe grab a brownie. Hey, it's been a bad week. She misses her depth perception, no matter how cool the eyepatch is. She deserves chocolate.

"Hi," she says, smiling a little. Her Mexican accent's gone like it was never there -- Romana taught her right, and you show respect to little old ladies. Especially when they're angels. So she's talking like the educated and well-mannered young lady Romana tries to make her into. "Are you holding up okay?"

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys isn't familiar with many of the angels, but she's seen Elena around, she thinks, and so she smiles broadly whe she approaches.

"Hello there, dearie," she says. "That is a glorious looking eyepatch. It makes you look... what's the word the kids would use nowadays? Oh, yes." The smile gets slightly devilish. "Badass." She giggles like a schoolgirl, because 'badass' is not a word you'd expect out of a woman like Gladys. She enjoys doing things like that.

"I'm perfectly fine, considering I'm in this mad, mad city. Here. Have a brownie." She sticks out the tray to give Elena a better look. "You look like you need it."

[deny_death]

It's been nearly a week since Rain has showed herself to the public again. She spoke to her brother once and then curled up in her room to sleep.

She decides it might be okay to slip outside for once, because she misses the sunlight. But she knows if she does, she'll be reminded of Natasha and her brother's anger and...

Well, Rain was taking chances today. So when she sees Gladys with the sweets? She tries a smile. It's working, but it's tired.

"It smells wonderful."

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys can actually sense when Rain comes into the room. It itches madly, so much so it actually hurts, and she smiles the cheeriest smile she can manage, trying to mentally raise the 'sunny' level in her head to nearly toxic levels.

"Take one, my dear," she says. "No, take two. Take as many as you want. I've got more than enough, and you need it."

She's not going to get into how she knows that. It doesn't matter. What matters is that Rain get something tasty and warm-feeling in her, to combat the dark. It's what Gladys does, and she does it well.

[deny_death]

Rain, when she actually pays attention, can tell this woman's an angel. Can't tell what kind or anything, but there's just something about them. That and she's an angel herself. And this woman just seems like the type. If not, well, no harm done, hm?

She doesn't meet Gladys' eyes, "Really? You're sure you don't mind?"

But at her enthusiasm, she decides on a cookie or two, her smile brightening a little. Not a significant amount, but more.

[cookiesandhugs]

"Of course I don't mind, dear," Gladys replies. "Take as many as you need."

Her heart flies to her throat as Rain takes some. It feels so good to see people take them. Even better than the physical act of healing. It makes her feel like she's truly fixing people, and that's what she loves to do.

Cookies heal the things Band-Aids can't.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon has given up on hunting for the moment and is feeling rather down, so the offering of cookies throws him for a loop for a second. Rarely has he gotten anything for free, and... it's cookies. Supposedly they make you feel better, and if the look on the kindly old angel's face is any indication, she clearly believes it.

What the hell. He puts on a half-hearted smile and approaches. "Got any chocolate chip?"

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys smiles broadly. "I think I do!" she says, adjusting the tray carefully. "Yes!" she grins, gesturing to a chocolate chip. "I'd pick it up for you, but I'm sure you wouldn't want my germs all over it."

She loves doing this. Really, she does.

[angel_of_prey]

Egon takes the indicated cookie, eyeing the rest of the tray as he does. This lady can bake. The idea of mass-producing goodies for free is foreign to him, but everyone else seems to be treating this as normal. Maybe it's an American thing, or something. Or just unique to her. Whatever it is, it's nice to know that someone is making an effort for someone, he supposes. And the cookies taste pretty good, too. It seems rude to just snag one and leave, though, so he takes another and his smile becomes a little bit more genuine. "Do you do this often?"

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys laughs. "Not often enough," she admits. "I should really do this probably every day, considering how crazy this town gets." There are two things Gladys loves to talk about- baking, and the level of insanity in Chicago (high).

"Some days it just feels good to bake, and other days it feels good to watch people enjoy what I've made," she says. "Makes me feel better, anyway." Yes, she realizes how selfish that sounds, but doesn't really care. It's the reason- one of them, anyway.

[juneswan]

Juni can be lured by food, it's a little known fact but it is also extremely true and may one day become rather useful... Although Juni does like to think she has a little more sense then to wander into a trap just because there's food in it...

She doesn't really, but it's nice to let her think that on occasion.

So have a Juni, a Juni who is hovering in a way that is almost timid with her eyes fixed on the cookies... She hasn't exactly remembered to school her expression into one of sorrow yet but she's getting there... Albeit slowly.

[cookiesandhugs]

Although this little adventure was meant to help heal people, Gladys doesn't mind if other people take advantage of it. She knows she would.

"Step right up dearie, don't be shy," she says, a smile on her face. "The cookies turned out just fine, and have a brownie while you're at it!"

Food is good. Food keeps everyone happy. And that's what Gladys wants.

[juneswan]

And Juni loves cookies, just like her... Okay, her mother had the culinary skill of a bull elephant in mating season but her father had some skill in the kitchen... And she just loves cookies and brownies and sweet things anyway.

So she smiles, edges up and takes a cookie "Thanks, I'm Juni by the way."

And my, the cookie is good... It certainly makes her feel better about something... Juni isn't sure of what but still, Cookie: good.

[cookiesandhugs]

Gladys grins broadly. "Any time, dearie, there's more than enough to go around."

Cookies always = good, in Gladys's book anyway. Anything tasty that makes you feel a little better is good.

"Lovely to meet you, Juni," she says. "I'm Gladys. Do you live here in the hotel, or somewhere else in this fine, fine city?"

She's being sarcastic. As if this city could ever be fine.