Log | July Catch-All | OTA (plus prompts for Donna & Callisto)

[clavesregni]

Who: Caitlyn Kiramman and you!
When: July
Where: all over the place
Summary: Caitlyn adjusts to life in Massachusetts
Warnings: tbd



I. Interfering in an Investigation (Again) (OTA)

[While Caitlyn has enthusiastically joined the ranks of ADI's investigations unit, she is still afforded some free time, and what better use of that free time than to involve herself in police business? She heeds ADI's warnings, of course, and tries to avoid staying too close to any individual officers. This is made easier by the fact that the police make it clear they don't want her anywhere near any of their crime scenes, and that 'interfering with an investigation' is an offense for which they would be well within their purview to arrest her.

So when Caitlyn finds herself standing outside a line of police tape at a crime scene near the railroad tracks, she double checks that no one's looking before ducking under the tape to question a suspect who's been left on his own in handcuffs.

It takes all of twenty seconds for an officer to notice her and forcefully escort her back across the tape with a stern warning.

She turns in a huff, clutching her open notebook, phone, and pen to her chest, only to drop all of them when she unexpectedly knocks into another bystander.]

I-- I apologize, I didn't see you. [She kneels, awkwardly scrambling to pick up her things.] Are you alright?


II. Clothes Shopping (OTA)

[One of the first things Caitlyn realizes in her exploration of Gloucester is that the fashion here is wildly different than that of Piltover. She remembers the first lesson Vi taught her - blend in - and makes her way to a clothing store.

All of the clothing is adorned with numbers she doesn't understand. The price, presumably, and sizes? She has no idea what size she is. Her clothing has, for the most part, always been tailored or purchased for her.

It's immeasurably frustrating, realizing just how helpless she is in the real world.

Not to be deterred, she chooses a few items off the rack and makes her way to the changing room. She's left the little stall in a pair of something called 'jeans' and a blouse - buttoned all the way up to the collar - and is standing in front of a full-length mirror in the hallway, shoulders tense and brow furrowed, feeling increasingly foolish, when she notices someone vaguely familiar from ADI.]

Does this look acceptable? I'm afraid I... [Never bothered much with fashion before? Am from a completely different world where no one would ever dress like this? Have never really done my own clothes shopping before?

She glances around awkwardly to see whether anyone else might be listening.] ...am new to this.


III. Conspiracy Time (OTA)

[ADI's library is frustratingly small, and Caitlyn has yet to entirely figure out how the computers work. She has two notebooks with her: the first is her official notebook, the one she keeps on all ADI and Entity-related matters, which she's happy - if not overly enthustiastic - to share with any of her coworkers. The other is rather more clandestine. It contains all of her notes on ADI itself, everything that could point to the truth of their intentions. She isn't convinced, based on one conversation with Aelwyn, that ADI has some dubious ulterior motive, but she's not ready to dismiss Aelwyn's suspicions, either. Hence the notebook.

She hasn't been here long, but both notebooks are already filled with her compact, scribbled handwriting, paperclips and post-it notes and photos from the polaroid camera she spent her first paycheck on stuck to the pages. There's so much to learn about this new world, her new employers, and the new threats she's facing, and Caitlyn has never been anything short of exuberant about cataloguing new information.

Both of them are with her in the library today, and she's left them sitting on a table with a couple of books that seem potentially interesting while she searches the painfully ill-outfitted shelves for anything that might illuminate the history of ADI.

She's just starting to get frustrated with the library's small selection when she notices someone glancing at one of the notebooks, which must have fallen open. She hurries back to the table and closes it quickly, unsure of which notebook it is.]

That's, um. [She picks them up.] Mine.


IV. Getting to Know the Roommates (for Donna and Callisto)

(a). Laundry??

[Caitlyn has inquired with ADI personnel, who were less than helpful on the matter of laundry. There was something about facilities, but Caitlyn has no idea where those might be or how to use them or even what 'laundry facilities' really means.

So, dressed in one of the new outfits she's purchased, with the other new outfits and her bloody, paint-stained uniform in a hamper carried under one arm, she peers out into the hallway, hoping to encounter one of the people she's meant to be sharing this living space with.]

Excuse me?

[Fortunately it appears that one of her roommates is, indeed, here. She holds out her hand.]

I'm Caitlyn. It's a pleasure to meet you.


(b). Cooking??

[Caitlyn has often felt the opulence of the Kiramman Manor to be more a burden than a luxury, but this tiny apartment, which she's meant to share with two other people, will certainly be an adjustment. The bedroom is more a closet than a bedroom, barely large enough to fit a bed and something that's likely meant to serve as a desk. She's always tried to be polite and tidy and not leave messes for the servants, but she can already tell that taking out the bins and doing the washing up requires a surprising amount of effort. And now...

Cooking.

She's standing with her hands braced on the counter, head bowed, a pile of burned fish sitting next to her.]

This is absurd! I followed the instructions, I-- I set a timer! It can't be this difficult to prepare food!

[She grabs the fish and starts to empty it into the bin. Somehow, despite its blackened exterior, it's still raw on the inside.]


V. Wildcard!

[Feel free to throw anything at me!]

Comments

IV(b)

[myfavoritemurder]

[... Aaaaaaand it's at this moment that Callisto comes in, dressed entirely in leather armor and smelling like a campfire. Clearly, she's been doing some cooking herself, but it hasn't been in here.]

Oh, you probably butchered it improperly.

[She drawls, in a bored tone.]

Did you catch it yourself?

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn has been through a lot recently. She's learned that there are quite a lot of people in the world who don't do things like wipe their shoes on the mat or bathe when they ought to.

Or cover their midriffs.

A glance up at the new arrival abruptly turns into a pointed look down at the fish.]

I purchased it. At a shop.

[Is this woman genuinely asking if she caught and butchered her own fish? Is that something people here do? She can't even cook it, let alone butcher it. She would have no idea where to even start. Is this woman mocking her?

The chunks of half-burned, half-raw meat sitting in the bin don't offer any answers.]

[myfavoritemurder]

Well, there's your problem; the shops here are terrible. This--

[She kicks the bin with a metal-studded boot, hard enough to rattle it.]

-- was probably rotten. Did you know they leave their meat sitting out for days?

[Callisto is, by now, familiar with refrigerators. She is not familiar with refrigerated display cases, and during her one and only trip to the grocery store a few weeks after her own arrival in Gloucester, she'd come to the understandable but entirely incorrect conclusion that all the cuts of fish and meat in the deli section were being held at room temperature.

Being from Ancient Greece is hard.]

[clavesregni]

[The kick to the bin causes Caitlyn to jump backwards, startled. She quickly, awkwardly, sets down the plate that the fish had been on and the knife she'd used to scrape it off, lest something else aggressive happen.]

Yes. Well. I'm sure it's alright. It smelled the way fish is meant to. [Said with all the confidence of someone who has no experience cooking fish. The only time she's been anywhere near raw fish before, the olfactory cacophony was so overwhelming she struggled to smell anything in particular.]

Surely food shops must have strict hygeine practices.

[She'd never been to a food shop before today, and her knowledge of refridgeration is limited to the basic understanding that it exists, but surely they wouldn't let the meat simply rot.]

[myfavoritemurder]

[A slow smile spreads across her face at Caitlyn's startled little jump. This one, she predicts, will not fare too well in their house.]

What's your name?

[She coos, taking a step closer. Her body language exudes looming, even though Caitlyn actually has a few inches on her.]

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn's posture is always impeccable, but it somehow gets even straighter as Callisto approaches. As though squared-off shoulders might disguise how unsure she suddenly feels.

She holds out her hand, attempting to be polite in the face of a woman who is scantily dressed, smells like burning, and is making one of the most menacing faces Caitlyn has ever seen.]

Caitlyn. It's. A pleasure. And you are?

[myfavoritemurder]

Callisto.

[She tilts her chin up to look at Caitlyn, and seemingly has no shame about having to do so: her body language remains completely confident.

Though at the outstretched hand, her smile widens, and she actually shakes it for a moment.]

ADI thinks I should live here.

III

[brunonono]

[Bruno should not be anyone's first choice of go-fer, least of all when it comes to the library, but here he is after someone more busy and important than him asked him to go check for anything on the Blynman Canal. Case in point: within moments of walking in he'd spotted a very interesting-looking journal all full of colorful notes and photos and--

He snaps upright, eyes darting around until he spots the owner of the notebook.]

Oh! Oh, is this--this is yours? I wasn't looking.

[He was very obviously looking.]

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn hugs the notebooks to her chest.

In answer to his question:] Yes.

[Despite the fact that he was clearly looking, the man hardly seems malicious. If anything, just a little nosy, which Caitlyn can certainly relate to. She'll not hold it against him.]

It's quite alright. I was... in the middle of preparing. Notes. In the notebook. [And why should that mean that she wants to keep them private?] They aren't, uhm. Done yet.

[brunonono]

[Bruno nods at that, eyes locked on the notebook until he finally manages to tear them away and make eye contact. It's fleeting, though; his gaze skitters around to look at everything but the woman to whom he's speaking.

He'd been merely curious before, but now that he can tell it's supposed to be secret, he feels hungry to see it. Hungry in that way he's felt a couple times when he could have had a vision since coming here, hungry that way he felt when he did see Katrina's future on accident. Twisting the hem of his ruana between his hands, he forces the feeling down. He isn't going to feed the thing that hijacked his Gift as soon as he got here. It's evil and he won't.]

Oh, that's--it's not done, that's fine, I don't need to see it. Why would I need to see it? If I was looking, which I won't. Wasn't.

You should maybe put that away until it's done, then.

[clavesregni]

Yes, of course. I didn't mean to leave it out.

[She's never had a clandestine notebook before, and she's not really sure what to do with it. Usually she's trying to share information with people who won't listen, not hide information from people who might want it.

A quick glance through them and she picks out the one that she doesn't mind other people seeing, the one that's full of what information she has on the phenomena she's witnessed, the Entities, and more mundane things that are still brand new to her, like how cell phones work.]

This one's, uhm. Done. If you'd like to look at it.

[brunonono]

[Bruno hesitates a long, long moment, garment still twisted in his hands, breath held--and then one hand darts out to take the book that is offered for him to look at. He opens it immediately, flipping through the pages.]

Wow, you've got a lot in here. Oh--you're from another world, too? Or another time?

[He's paused on a page with notes about cell phones, glancing up at her curiously.]

[clavesregni]

Another world, yes.

[She can't help but note how twitchy the man is, how he clings to the garment he's wearing, the way he smells. She's not judging him, or appraising him, but she is noticing, neatly filing the information away.]

There's so much to learn about this place. I've seen so little of my own world and now there's a whole new one to explore. It's almost a shame we're meant to stay here.

[Not that she resents staying here or working for ADI. If there's good to be done here, she'd like to help, and if her presence could be harmful to others by virtue of her being from another world, she wouldn't want to go off and endanger anyone. And of course she badly wants to find a way to go home. But when she tried to look up Gloucester on a map of the world, it was so small she couldn't even find it, and the thrill of adventure called.]

[citizendetective]

No, you're fine!

[Says Misty, looking for all the world like Christmas has come early. Whoever this kid is, she is absolutely Misty's kind of person, and she decides right then and there that she's going to make it her business to get to know her.]

But come here. I have an idea.

[Turning away to move through the crowd of onlookers, she gestures for Caitlyn to follow her - away from where the officers are congregating, and around the far side of where the scene is taped off.]

I just got here; I don't even know what happened yet. Were you able to get anything out of the guy?

[clavesregni]

[Her things retrieved from the ground, Caitlyn is quickly swept up in Misty's enthusiasm. She wasn't expecting to meet someone tonight who's as interested in this sort of thing as she is, but it certainly is welcome.

She scurries after Misty, easily keeping up with the older woman's shorter stride.]

No, they caught me before I could.

[When they've moved far enough away from where the bulk of the officers are gathered, she glances around to make sure no one's looking before holding up the tape for Misty.]

I'm not sure what's happened either, no one will answer my questions. [She'd tried asking an officer before she'd tried to question the suspect, but he'd ignored her.]

[citizendetective]

Well, that's why we're going to sneak around back!

[She says in a hushed tone, ducking under the tape and then turning to do Caitlyn the same favor - and holding it up a little higher, because Caitlyn has nearly a foot on her.]

If they're being all hush-hush about it, it's probably something serious. Could be a murder, could be something supernatural...

[clavesregni]

If it were supernatural, surely we would have been called in? Officially?

[That's her understanding, anyway. The police handle mundane crimes, ADI handles the less mundane. Though who's to say if that's always true.

She slips easily enough under the tape and once again pulls out her phone for purposes of picture-taking.]

You really think it could be a murder?

[She keeps a wary eye on the officers as she hurries behind a traincar, at the moment sitting empty and unattached to an engine. No one is back here, so it should give them a vantage point to get a closer look at the crime scene without being spotted.]

[citizendetective]

Maybe they're planning to, and they just haven't gotten to it yet. They could be still figuring things, you know, considering their options-- but yeah, I totally think it could have been a murder. I mean, why be so secretive about it if it's just, oh, I don't know, drug-dealing or counterfeiting? And really, this is the perfect spot to... kill...

[Misty trails off, falling silent as she joins Caitlyn behind the train car, testing the door and finding it unlocked.]

Come on.

[clavesregni]

[Caitlyn glances around, scouring the general area. Misty's right, it's secluded, dark, well out of the way of most pedestrian traffic. If someone were planning a murder, this would be a good place to do it.

She nods to Misty, climbing into the train car and moving quickly towards a window that looks out over the entire crime scene, phone at the ready as her eyes move over the space, meticulously noting every detail she can see.]

There.

[She points to a spot a little ways from where most of the officers have congregated, to a shape under some sort of sheet or tarpaulin. Two officers are standing guard over it.

It could be a dead body, though she's loathe to jump to conclusions.]

IV(a)

[thedoctorsmate]

[Donna's not a morning person, particularly, and never has been, especially on a weekend. It's why she's still wandering around in a bathrobe when Caitlyn flags her down. She should really do more of a welcome wagon for the new girl. She can't possibly be worse than Luka or Callisto.]

Donna.

[She glances at the basket as she gives the proffered hand a firm shake.]

Popping off to the wash, are you?

[clavesregni]

[She shakes Donna's hand, giving her a somewhat tight but genuine smile, relieved to have a roommate who seems friendly.]

Yes, they-- They said there was some sort of facility. Who should I speak to about having it seen to?

[thedoctorsmate]

Oh, they've just got a communal thing. It's no big deal.

[Donna covers her mouth as she yawns expansively.]

Give me a minute to get dressed, and I'll walk you over there. You've got coins, yeah?

[clavesregni]

Coins?

[She hasn't got coins. Is she meant to have coins? It makes sense that she would have to pay someone to do the laundry - the servants, after all, were paid, and rather handsomely at that - but most of the money she's encountered in this world so far has been little slips of paper or cards; nothing like the ubiquitous use of coins in her own world.]

Isn't it an ADI facility? Would it not be simpler to deduct the cost of the launderer's salary from our pay?

[thedoctorsmate]

The launderer's... Ah, no. I guess they might have some sort of service in town, but the things they've got here, you do yourself. Have you never done your own laundry?

[What year is it? How old is this woman?]

[clavesregni]

[Do it yourself? How? She's always assumed there's some sort of skill or training involved in doing laundry. Knowing how to remove which types of stains, that sort of thing. She wouldn't have the faintest idea where to start.]

No, the servants always took care of it.