03: [Location: Caritas] + [Accidental Visual] Preparing for the Storm

[notabuymoron]

It's during the day and Caritas is technically closed right now. Casey's been moving the crates of booze up from the basement to the main floor. It's tiring work and he's due for a break. His black tee shirt is starting to cling to his back and he could do with a damned coke. Still, Lorne's been hurrying the whole bunker idea along and Casey trusts

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[ visual ]

[consorting]

Guinevere's days were filled with very little while her mistress locked herself away in her room. She is still getting acquainted with her Tablet and upon seeing Casey's discomfort she decides to respond. That seems to be the way this whole system worked in the city anyway.

"You know my father had similar back pain and her received a poultice from a physician to help with it," Guinevere says, paying little mind to the implications of her statement until after it has left her mouth. "Uhm, n-not that you're old...er. Not that you're my father's age-- I don't think that."

She resists the sudden urge to inquire just how old he is and sticks to looking completely uncomfortable instead.

[ visual ]

[notabuymoron]

As soon as he hears Gwen's voice he straightens up. It's too late, though, she's seen him. And what comes next can only be described as the last thing a guy who's just past forty wants to hear.

He gives her a baleful kinda look.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Just how old do you think I am?"

He stops short of asking how old her father was.

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[consorting]

She looks away from the Tablet and bites lip once she sees that look on her face. Visual now seems like her worst possible choice for responding to him. She considers his question for a moment, but decides to be honest instead of figuring out what he wants her to say. That would be rather impossible, considering she understands very little of how he thinks.

"You're clearly established and well into a career," she says, keeping her eyes on his as she speaks. "It's clear to me you're beyond the years of my peers, as they are considered boys where I am from."

Comparing him to her father is the last thing she wishes to do and is quite glad he didn't sneak him into his question.

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[notabuymoron]

"Uh huh."

Nice attempt at a save, there Gwen. Is that what she thinks of him as? Some kind of surrogate father figure?

He looks down for a moment, his hand going to his belt.

"That didn't answer my question. How about this one: how old are you?"

[Location: Caritas]

[allthatlife]

Martha, with the businesslike efficiency of a UNIT operative, had prepared both medical and food supplies for Caritas. Although the latter had eaten into her monthly supply of credits, her new surgery had supplied everything else, more or less. She still needed to work out what they would do for fresh water, but she needed to visit the building itself for that.

With one of her makeshift medical kits in her arms, Martha made her way down the stairs and into the bar. She spotted Casey over the top of the box.

"Are you all right?"

[Location: Caritas]

[notabuymoron]

Casey turns to see some new gal checking him out with concern.

"What? Oh yeah. I'm fine." He tries to ignore the twinge and shift a crate. He grimaces and sets it back down again hastily.

"Well, maybe I just need to take a five."

[Location: Caritas]

[allthatlife]

"I'm a doctor," she said, rather pointedly. Martha set her box of supplies down on the bar, then took a step - the steady step of someone who was used to dealing with occasionally unwilling patients - forward.

"Lorne asked me to bring some medical supplies for the bunker," she added, by way of an explanation. Even as a student, she hadn't made a habit of wandering into bars during the day. She'd been a bit too sensible for that.

[Location: Caritas]

[notabuymoron]

"Really? Well you're a darn sight prettier than the last one."

He's actually referring to The Doctor, but he doesn't know there's a connection. Casey doesn't back away. If there's one thing he respects, it's a professional. If she wants to examine him, he's not gonna stop her.

"That's a sound idea, we're probably gonna need it if things are as dire as he says they're gonna be."

[visual] Trolling, you say?

[ironshodboots]

Nazca looks a bit pale, perhaps less rested than normal, but her expression dares him to comment on it. Instead, she says, "Let me guess. They're all full of heavy and fragile bottles of liquid?"

[visual] /is trolled!

[notabuymoron]

He notices the differences in her appearance. He can guess the reason. Still, he chooses to address her question first.

"Uh huh. I'm clearing out the basement for Lorne. Seems like he's had some vision that a storm's coming and he wants a place for us to take shelter if we need to.

Sounds loony toons I know, but I'm thinking this guy's the genuine article."

[visual]

[ironshodboots]

"I suppose that it's better to be over-prepared than under. What sort of storm did he mean? I've never seen it do more than rain a bit, here."

She tilts her head. "A underground level would flood, then, I suppose." Not a lot of basements in Camorr.

[visual]

[notabuymoron]

"Sounded like all hell was breaking loose in his vision. Don't think he meant it literally." He nods, though. "That's a good point. That's why I'm hatching some sandbags to place at strategic locations."

[visual]

[chase_evolution]

After the warning Lorne had given him, and all the ghosts and warnings, Mohinder was watching his tablet fairly closely. He's not entirely sure what this man is up to, but maybe it's best to ask. After all, when Mohinder can't be of any use scientifically, he can at least act as a workhorse.

"Do you want some help with that?" he asks, with a quirked eyebrow.

[visual] Yay! Casey of course has no idea.

[notabuymoron]

Casey's never spoken to the guy before and he doesn't look all that strong but he shrugs.

"The more the merrier, I guess."

[visual --> Location: Caritas] :3

[chase_evolution]

"You're at Lorne's bar, are you not? I'll be right over." He gives Casey a wan smile and turns off the transmission.

On the way over, Mohinder forgoes his usual jumping of rooftops and just takes the tram. It's close enough and there's no huge hurry. He continues to watch his tablet and confirms that Casey's helping out to prepare for whatever's happening. Good. Mohinder would like to help with that in any way possible.

He gets to Caritas rather quickly, within a few minutes. A little cautious, he opens the doors and peeks his head in. "Hello?"

[location | Caritas]

[notabuymoron]

Casey's just coming back up the stairs with another crate in his arms. He sets it down carefully before gesturing to the newcomer.

"Come on in. You were part of that rescue op not long ago, right? Your face is familiar. The name's John Casey."

He wipes his hand on his jeans and then holds it out for him to shake.

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[tothelibrary]

...That looks kind of painful.

[ voice ]

[notabuymoron]

Don't start, Summers. I just got a twinge is all. It'll pass. I'd like to see you try hefting dozens of cases and lugging them up stairs.

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary]

I'm actually a different person than my sister. And my name is Dawn. It has less syllables than 'Summers'.

Have you considered asking for help?

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[notabuymoron]

Yeah, but you share the same last name, don't you? I know what your name is. I'm just used to...you know, a certain way of addressing people.

Help? [Have a scoffing noise.] I don't need no help. This is a piece of cake.

Why? You volunteering?