[Open] Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam.

[starryeyed_cass]

Not much time has passed for Cassie Riddle in the time she’s been away from Chicago, only two days - to be exact. She found herself stuck in some bizzare mini-world that was almost the exact double of a gameshow she used to watch as a child called ‘Fun House’. Except this one doesn’t have nice prizes or fun games and is a lot harder than she ever

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[inventandforget]

Millie is passing through Grant Park on her regular rou8ute to provide coffee to the city of Chicago. She wasn't exactly expecting anything strange to happen to her while she was out today but well, considering where she lives, it doesn't strike her as odd.

She catches sight of Cassie and her cart is abandoned in favor of making sure the girl is all right. Her fingers reach out to make sure she still has a pulse and then, since she's sure that the girl is alive, she grabs a couple of towels, one to fold u7nder her head and another to start cleaning her off.

There's water set aside for when Cassie wakes up and, if she doesn't come to in the next few minutes, she's going to see about getting her somewhere that is not the middle of the park.

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie wakes up with a whimper, the knock to her head has turned into a dull headache. Adding to every other pain she has, it's definitely not pleasant. However, the feeling of grass beneath her and the soft fabric against her face is very comforting. It's better than the Fun House world, by far.

She opens her eyes, but doesn't move. Staying still is definitely a better idea right now. At least until the park stops spinning. And then she spots a familiar face, she can't believe it at first. "...Millie?"

"I'm.. back in Chicago.. again..?" she asks slowly, swallowing hard.

[inventandforget]

She smiles warmly,. "Hey there, sweetie, welcome back." She continues to wipe away at her but she's even more gentle now that cassie is awake.

"Yeah, this is Chicago. I can't promise it's your Chicago but it's Chicago."

Straightening, she holds out the water. "How're you feeling, hon? Do you need anything? Are you hurt?"

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie takes a moment to look around. This certainly looks like her Chicago. Well, she wouldn't really be able to tell the different - but it feels like the right Chicago. And Millie's here... so it has to be the right one... right?

"I think it's the Chicago I mean," she says with a nod, "Just as well I stopped running then," she murmurs with a weak smile. Yes, this is her way of saying she's glad to be back in Chicago - even if it does have all it's bad things.

She looks at the water with wide eyes. Just seeing water has reminded her of how dehydrated she is. She hasn't eaten or drank in two days and it definitely shows as she begins to chug it back. She chokes a little from drinking too fast and coughs. "Tired, and kinda sore - but I'm okay. ... do you have any food? I'm.. starving,"

[descendent]

Elena is not expecting a horse and its rider to appear out of nowhere. Certainly not at the Pier. She probably shouldn't be too surprised, since it is Chicago, but that's her initial reaction.

Surprise, and then the concern immediately follows.

She kneels down beside Capa, a hand tentatively reaching to grab his shoulder. She's going to deal with the horse later but for now she wants to make sure he's alright.

"Are you okay?" she asks uncertainly.

[i_robert_capa]

Capa tries his hardest to move, he really does - but the metal of the armour is too heavy for him on his own. It's heavier than the clunky sun-suits he had to wear in space, something he didn't think would ever be possible. Plus he's slightly winded from the floor. The metal scrapes across the concrete feebly and he sighs heavily.

He hears instead of feels the hand on his shoulder and tries to move his head. Oh good, he's in America then. This is a good thing. He hasn't had a chance to really see where he is yet.

"I'm fine... just a little winded," comes the muffled reply from behind his helmet. "... I'm sorry... but you couldn't help me sit up.. could you? I'd like to get out of this armour,"

[descendent]

"Take it easy," Elena advises, and already her arm is going around his waist to aid him in his movements. He could be hurt, and any sudden movement could be bad for him. Elena just hopes that he hasn't broken any bones. It's impossible to know for sure when he's covered in metal. She cringes slightly and nods in her hast.

"Of course," she says, kneeling down on the ground as she keeps a hold on him. "On three, okay? One, two... three."

She uses what force she can muster to help him into a sitting position.

The armor clinks and grinds in protest.

[i_robert_capa]

Capa's pretty sure he hasn't broken anything, the dense metal seems to have taken most of the blow from the fall. He's quite lucky, the armour's well made and strong. Quite impressive for such an era, really.

He counts along with her quietly and pushes himself up as she helps him, uttering a sigh of relief as soon as he's sat up. It certainly feels better. And now he has a lot more freedom of movement.

"Thank you," he says with a nod, the helmet clinking as he moves his head. He's quick to start removing the armour, pulling off his gauntlets at first and then pulling off his helmet to reveal a rather sweaty but unhurt Capa. "You have no idea how uncomfortable that was, as strong as this is - it's not very pleasant to wear," he says, making a face before smiling weakly.

And now he can finally see where he is. "... This is Chicago, right? Navy Pier?"

[wordoftheroses]

Here Dylan, have someone you may or may not remember.

She's not too far away, looking rather amused at Chicago's latest antics. She grins, swatting at one of the butterflies and grinning innocently.

[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan certainly does remember you, Aurora. Although she mostly remembers the arguing... Anyway. Cough.

She passes her with a scowl, clearly not happy with the creatures dancing about her head. She doesn't want the whole of Chicago to know about her personal things, thank you very much. Because they're personal. Noting Aurora's grin, Dylan stops, re-shouldering her duffel bag. "Don't know why you're so happy," she says moodily, "This is... annoying,"

She pauses to angrily swat at the butterflies about her head, she lets out a frustrated growl as they simply start chanting even louder. "You didn't do this, did you?" she asks with a sullen pout.

[wordoftheroses]

"It's a nice day outside, no disasters have started up yet. I think that my smile is perfectly well deserved." She grins a little bit more, possibly just to annoy her.

When she's accused of this, she arches a brow. "I would never do such a thing. Why would I?" She reaches out and snatches up one of the butterflies, cupping it between her hands before setting it free again.

"No, I think this is purely the Rift's fault."

[fellfrommyheart]

Dylan tilts her head to the side, frowning and does considers this for a moment. But after a short silence, she shrugs. Wanderers are happy for these things, she supposes, and dismisses it.

She rolls her eyes, jutting out her lower lip moodily. "Because you liked annoying me the last time I was unhappy," she answers back, wrinkling her nose up a little. "Are you psychic or something? Because I'm not crying this time. So it's not obvious and stuff,"

She looks up and bats at the butterflies again, "I hate Chicago," she says, "And it's dumb Rift,"

[blazetodefine]

David met Doyle once a long time ago, but he doesn't forget the people that he has met. He remembers the details of everyone, because he's observant and he rarely meets very many people as it is. His shyness keeps him from meeting many people so it makes it easier to remember the details of the few that he have met.

He is there in time to see Doyle get hit by the car.

David freezes. There's that brief second where panic hits him, and his feet force him to remain incredibly still out of fear.

The angel in him- the guardian angel in him forces him to move forward.

"Don't move," David says quickly, and he sinks down to his knees beside him, trying not to look at how terrible Doyle's legs look. That must be... really painful. "Don't move at all. I'm going to call for some help, and you'll... you'll be okay." His voice is only shaking a very small amount, honest. "You'll be fine, okay?"

[halfhuman_hero]

"Did he even stop?!" Doyle shouts, still rubbing at his head with a furious growl. Now that's just rude.

Ah, he did expect people to start panicking. People usually do that when people get hit by cars - don't they? However, he didn't expect to see David. He was pretty sure he was half-drunk the last time they met, and being like that doesn't always seem to leave the best first-impressions.

It takes him a few moments to take in what David's saying. He's a little dizzy, more from the Rift that anything else. The young lad's concern is touching, but Doyle know he's going to be fine.

He shakes his head, it's hard to explain at first - he struggles to get the words out. "No, no, lad," he says, "It's fine, really.."

Ack, he feels bad for getting him worried. He knows it's not pretty. "It was only a car, I'll be alright,"

[blazetodefine]

David winces and looks. The car is no longer in sight. "...no, but that's Chicago for you," he says quietly, wincing because it looks like Doyle is in a lot of pain.

He doesn't know if there's any other people around, because he is focused on the fact that this wanderer is severely injured. David-- he does not look good. He reaches for his phone so that he can call 9-1-1, but he doesn't--

Right, he left his phone at home. That was smart.

"But you--"

David shakes his head, confused.

"There's not-- It's not only a car. It was a car traveling at high speeds," he says, swallowing past the tightness in his throat. He really doesn't want to watch someone else die. "Your legs are broken, and you need... medical help. Now."

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle makes a noise of disapproval. It doesn't matter if Chicago can be like a Hell Mouth - people should still stop. He looks down at his legs, the bones now sticking out, torn through his trousers. .. Great.

"I don't need... a hospital," he tells him, closing his eyes as he tries to focus, taking a deep breath.

He falls silent for a few moments, trying to sort his head out. He tries not to focus on the blinding pain and instead goes for trying to string together a better sentence instead. He needs to reassure the poor lad he'll be alright - that he can heal.

"David," he says as calmly as possible, "I heal meself, I just,"

He leans forward, wobbling slightly as he reaches for his legs. "Can you keep me steady..? It'll be fine, lad - I promise," he assures him, "I have to at least snap the bones back, it'll be faster,"

[enjoythe_ride]

Bela's seen the Rift do a lot of crazy things in her short time in Chicago, but this most likely takes the cake by a long shot. It's not very often that she sees a man get hit by a car that hard, and live to sit up and complain about it.

For a moment, it almost takes the cake. Almost.

Regardless, what few selfless instincts she has kicks in, and she's jogging forward, reaching for his shoulders to get him out of the road some more. "Are you alright?"

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle would like to say that hitting someone with their car and driving off certainly takes the cake more than anything else. Mustn't have insurance. Oh, dear.

He dabs at the graze on his head with his jacket sleeve with pained face and shakes his head. Just once, he'd like to go a month without dying or being severely injured. That would be lovely. He looks up to someone who's speaking to him and frowns at the concern in her features.

Oh, right... the car.

"Oh, I'm just dandy, darlin'" he says with a cheerful smile, "I'll be tap dancin' on bars for pennies in no time,"

He takes a moment to reach forward to snap a bone back into place, "Oh, Jesus!" he yelps in pain. That definitely hurt. Definitely. "That bit hurt more than the bloody bumper,"

[enjoythe_ride]

She cringes even more when he goes to snap the bone back into place, and she's not squeamish by any means. Something about watching someone set their own bones makes her queasy, and she steps away.

"How ... how did this happen?"

[halfhuman_hero]

Doyle probably wouldn't blame her. It's not fun for him to do, let alone for anyone else around to watch. He straightens his legs out slowly, clenching his teeth to stop himself shouting out any more.

Sitting back a little once he's done this, he raises his eyebrows at her question.

"Isn't that one obvious there, darlin'?" he says, "What else causes strange things t'happen?"

He shakes his head, "I can't die, ever. No matter what seems to happen, I always seem to pop up again, fresh as a daisy?"