[visual | location (whichever floats your boat): en route to the birdhouse]

[hasaheart]

Cain is in a foul mood. Why? All will be revealed shortly.

In crisp, curt tones accompanied by a glare so lacking in amusement and good nature he might as well be possessed by an evil witch, Cain addresses the city at large while getting dressed.

"Does anyone know what is goin' on with the weather? And please, no smart-ass comments, I'm not in the fuckin' mood."

Wintertime means snow means cold weather means his entire body aches like it's stuck in a vise and someone keeps cranking up the pressure.

Not. Funny.

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To Paul:

"I need to get stuff secured up top in case a storm's comin'. I'm heading over."




((Backdated to yesterday morning, for IC reasons. Cain has a green house project in progress what needs covering up because of the goddamned weather. <3<3<3))

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[cametolife]

Liz smiles a bit, despite her displeasure with the cold. She must look so awkward, huddled in the chair under a thick blanket like she is.

"I'm Liz Parker. It's very nice to meet you."

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[hasaheart]

If you're cold, you're cold. And if you have a blanket or a dozen, you might as well use them, is Cain's point of view.

"A pleasure." He gives the girl a smile, even going so far as to tip his hat. Being a grumpy, middle aged man doesn't mean you can forgo common courtesy.

"You haven't been around too long, have you?"

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[cametolife]

She nods her confirmation. "Only a few months. I think this is my first glitch, if that whole Sanctuary thing doesn't count... This is a glitch, right? The weather?"

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[hasaheart]

"Every glitch counts, Miss Parker. And as far as I know, it's got to be. It's never happened before, to my knowledge. I've been here since October last year - which isn't all that long, I'll admit, compared to other people."

It's a crying shame, seeing all these people arrive, especially when it seems they just keep getting younger every time. They should be where they belong, wherever they come from, finding out where they're going. Figuring themselves out... Taxon isn't exactly the best place for it, in his own, humble opinion.

"How're you holding up with the change of season?"

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[cametolife]

"Since October? Wow, that's almost a full year."

Maybe it wasn't much in comparison to others, but a year was still a long time. Especially to Liz Parker. A year was a whole grade of schooling. An age you'd never get back. Time gone that can't be replaced. A lot could happen in a year, but it could also go by very quickly. Idly, she wondered if she'd end up stuck here for that long.

"It's different," she says. "Roswell's pretty much hot year round, so I'm not really used to the cold."