taxonomites | [Accidental Visual]/[Location | The Last Mistake] Thunderhead

Casey's in a foul mood. He's been that way for the better part of a week. Not only is he still reeling from what was found in the tunnels but he's still adjusting to having had to move back to the Central dorms and rehatch all of his stuff since the Royal Chambers and Morgana up and disappeared. He hasn't had an opportunity to check on Gwen since she decided to move in with Buffy Summers. He still feels bad about deciding to take his chances in the tunnels and leaving her behind, even though she'd said she'd understood.

He knows he should get back to work, help Lorne out, but he's been avoiding the green-guy's calls. Drinking too much. Sitting in his dorm room. His mood getting blacker the more that he shuts himself away.

Finally he's storms out, slams his door and stomps down towards Nazca's tavern. It's close. It will do. He scowls at the Extras he passes on the street.

Once he finally reaches the Last Mistake, he enters, pushing the door open a little too forcefully.

"Gimme some of that ale you got. I don't care if it's warm."

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Time has passed since the fatal error that revealed a very different sort of Taxon to them. She stayed behind to help weather the storm, but all the while more and more bits and pieces of her life here were taken away from her. She reminded herself that Arthur and Morgana had gone back home and that they were safe and better off far away form the horrors the city offered, but in the back of her mind she could not help buy worry for Casey.

No message or even a single word, just an accidental image she happens to notice on her tablet's screen. There's an odd mix of hurt and relief, but she tries to make sure the latter is the only thing showing on her face when she responds to him (Though her eyes could easily betray her).

"John," she says, her smile weak. "I thought I'd never see you again."

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He hears the voice first before glancing down to see her image. His jaw clenches and he glances away for a moment before pressing the visual feed to reply to her.

"Guess my plans didn't pan out." It sounds curt, harder than he wants it to be, but he knows he should have contacted her by now. Feels the weight of her concerned gaze through the tablet. "I'm fine. As you can see. Didn't mean to worry you."

She's accustomed to being left on her own, though the sole difference between Casey and the others is that he took the time to allow her to say goodbye. For that she is rather grateful though it did little to alleviate her worries.

"I am just...glad that you are well," she pauses a moment. "With the chambers gone I was not sure if you received the same fate as Morgana."

He was supposed to protect her. Keep her safe. That's what he'd promised Morgana. And what had he done? Up and left her behind. Like Arthur and Morgana had done.

And all she's thinking about is his welfare. Goddamn it, how can she be so calm, so accepting of what he'd done?

"I can take care of myself. Survived three wars. Torture. Imprisonment. This was a piece of cake."

Casey's lying about the last part, but he's good at hiding his real feelings. Well, most of the time. His tone and demeanor softens a fraction as he looks at her on his screen.

"I'm gl...it's good to see that you're okay too."

That isn't all she could think about, though her thoughts wander more to the idea of her being very much alone instead of well protected after the Master's tirade. The very least she owes him after her assistance was some concern for his well-being, though she would do it regardless and without asking anything in return.

She tilts her head to the side at his blowing off the difficulties of the ordeal, not entirely convinced of his nonchalance, though she hardly knows him well enough to cast a critical gaze.

"Miss Summer's castle is well fortified," she says softly before continuing on a lighter note. "I had never had ice cream before my stay, though she seemed convinced we could survive off of it and I'm still not sure I would want to."

"I'm back at Central dorms." He admits, making a faint grimace while he does so. Still, it's better than setting up a tent outside and he doesn't feel comfortable about asking Buffy if he can stay at the castle too.

"Ice cream, huh? Yeah, that'd be a balanced diet. Maybe I'll drop by later. I kinda owe Buffy for covering my shifts. So, you reckon she's got a sweet tooth?"

"I was only there a short while before miss Summers made her offer. Admittedly, her home is not as familiar to me as the chambers."

She laughs a little. "A slight one I suppose," she muses. "Of course I am certain I have one too, though seldom indulged."

There's a pause before she continues. "I haven't been to the Smithy since the ordeal. I should go and make sure it is still intact."

The dress that Gwen has on right now is really distracting as he looks at her. He tries to keep his eyes up, focused on her face.

"Duly noted."

There's a plan forming in his mind. But then his attention shifts to talk of the Smithy.

"Want me to come with? Help assess the damage?"

Edited 2010-07-23 09:59 (UTC)

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