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

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

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 that if the demon thinks the sky's gonna start falling soon, it's time to start battening down the hatches.

He sets a crate down and pauses, reaching behind himself to work out a crick in his back. He's not getting any younger.

[OOC: Mainly for all the peeps wanting to help fortify Caritas, but open really to anyone who wants to drop by or troll Casey *wink*]

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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.

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?"

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?"

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.

...That looks kind of painful.

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