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Log | July Catch-All | OTA (plus prompts for Donna & Callisto)
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!]
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!]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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[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.
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I've been told the same thing. I suppose we're meant to be roommates.
[She returns the smile, trying to look anything other than awkward and strained, and likely failing. She shakes hands only for as long as is strictly necessary to be polite before trying to pull her hand back.]
Do you... spend much time here?
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[Callisto says flatly, finally stepping back - though only by about a foot or so.]
You can keep ADI's little cage; I'm fine with the outdoors.
[You know, until winter rolls around again. November through March had not been a fun time for Callisto.]
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Caitlyn takes the opportunity to step back herself, taking the plate and knife with her and hurriedly depositing both in the sink.]
You don't like buildings?
[She can't help but raise an eyebrow at that. What sort of person doesn't like buildings?]
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[She says, defiantly locking eyes with Caitlyn and refusing to break that eye contact.]
You see, if I spend the night inside and wake up looking at a ceiling instead of the sky, I sometimes forget, just for a moment, that my family was slaughtered and my home burned to the ground. And that's not a fun realization to have come crashing down on you, dear.
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And then Callisto continues speaking and neither of those options seem right anymore. So instead she stands in front of the sink, frowning.]
I'm sorry. I didn't realize. [She means it.]
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[But by her flat tone, it's clear that "pleasure" isn't really the accurate word here.]
That's fine with me. I'll scream it from the rooftops if I have to.
[... Possibly literally.]
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[Not that it really matters, in the end. But if it would bring Callisto some closure, if it would spare others the same pain...]
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[Callisto snorts, making it clear what she thinks of that.]
-- but at the time, she made no secret of what she did. Everyone in the area knew that it was her who'd destroyed Cirra.
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[Her heart genuinely goes out to Callisto. What's past is past, the tragedy can't be undone, and if it happened in another world or another time - which seems likely - Caitlyn can think of no tangible way to right this horrific wrong. But she can offer a sympathetic ear.]
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[She's a little taken aback. She certainly was not asking whether Callisto had committed murder.]
Do you truly see that as the only way to stop her hurting anyone else?
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[Callisto hops up onto the kitchen counter so that her head is a little more even with Caitlin's. She swings her legs restlessly, heels thunking against the cabinet doors.]
The point isn't to stop her. The point is to punish her.
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Punish her... [What could Callisto possibly hope to accomplish by that?] That wouldn't fix anything.
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[She retorts, with the dismissive, scornful look of someone who has definitely heard this argument before.]
You can save your breath; you're not going to convince me. I want bloody revenge, and I'm going to get it. I'm already well on my way; you should see how miserable she looks at the sight of me.
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Surely there are better things you could put your efforts to. Aren't there? Surely... dragging it out will only make it all worse. Not just for Xena.
sorry for the lateness; had a crazy month!
[She's heard the arguments before. She acknowledges them. She isn't swayed.]
Do I look like someone who cares about making things worse?
no worries!
No. I mean. That isn't. [Making things worse is... worse, isn't it? And why would anybody want things to be worse?
She huffs softly.] No, I suppose you don't.
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[She doesn't sound angry. She doesn't, in this moment, even sound gleefully sadistic. She just sounds sad.]
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Things have to be awfully bad for a person not to care about making them any worse.
After a moment, she looks back up at Callisto and, hesitating for a split second as she remembers Callisto's rather violent kick to the bin, tries to pull the other woman into a hug.]
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It's all very dramatic.]
What are you doing?!
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