☤ fifty -two

[as_damaged]

[Cameron is out and about as she would be any other day. Life in the City marches on regardless of its Citizen's small troubles, curses and chaos becoming commonplace after a while. She not compelled to do anything ridiculous at the moment, so she's going about business as usual.

This means Cameron's fair game wherever you might bump into her-- on the way to or from the hospital, in City General itself, out for lunch or a cup of coffee-- so tell her whatever you want to tell her. She's a good listener.]



[ooc; open action is open! i would love to have her meet some new people too so don't be afraid to toss someone at her even if they've never spoken before. :3]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He's drinking a cup of coffee and he is really cursed.]

I don't believe in tipping.

[as_damaged]

[She's getting hers to go, but looks at him curiously.]

Why not?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Because it's crap. It's crap and most waitresses don't even pay attention and expect 12%. Or 25%. What fucking world is 25% okay?

[as_damaged]

25% is rather a lot. But-- in many places tips figure into a server's paycheck, they don't even make minimum wage.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

You're not a waitress, are you?

[no-defender.livejournal.com]

[A wild Alester appears, interrupting Cameron's lunch.]

I used to be a wizard.

[This is said very seriously, because it is very serious business.].

[as_damaged]

[He's not the first to do this-- well, to say that, but she's sort of getting the hang of this curse. Still, Cameron does her best to pretend magic isn't real, so she stares a moment, fork still uplifted with a bit of lettuce clinging to it.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[no-defender.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He sounds surprised, which he is, because normally it's about the last thing he wants to discuss.]

The thing is, I had my powers taken away a few years ago, and I basically lost everything. It was...my own fault, really. I don't know if I'll ever be able to move on from it all.

[as_damaged]

I'm sorry...

[Lucky Alester, Cameron has boundless compassion for those she doesn't know. She glances at the seat opposite her subtly, if he wants to join her at her table.]

I didn't know that kind of thing could be done. Magic-- isn't real. Not where I'm from.

[no-defender.livejournal.com]

[Alester sits down.]

Microwaves aren't real where I'm from. My roommate left and now I'm afraid to use mine. I'm not used to being intimidated by everything. Or anything.

[neverplay]

[ Four knocks rap against the doctor's door, a count that's become a way for identifying Cameron's on-and-off roommate. ]

You okay for company, Cameron?

[as_damaged]

Certainly.

[Even if she wasn't, she likes to make an effort for Mindy. The girl needs some stability, after all.]

[neverplay]

[ Let's just say this is a glide, and Mindy has taken to arranging things in "her" room (weapons under the floorboards that is), before she pops out of the door and tosses a bag of frosted animal crackers on the coffee table. ]

Thought you might want something processed and awesome. [ Mindy declares, as she plops herself on Cameron's couch, snapping on the tv as if she owned the place. Channel surfing, and more channel surfing until she speaks up again. ] Cut up anything up at work?

[as_damaged]

[Mindy's not the first to hide guns in that room, but of course there's no reason she needs to know that.]

It wasn't a productive day, actually.

[Cameron's paging through a book, and she can more or less ignore the television. Honestly, Mindy probably watches it more than she does, the occasional movie night aside.]

[neverplay]

[ She ends of landing on some sort of wrestling program. One of the guys twists the other's arm around his neck. That's got to hurt. ]

Least you guys do more than the police.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy's on his lunch break, smoking while peering through a store window. It's her reflection in the glass that catches his attention. He recognizes her silhouette easily. He's tentative about greeting her (abotu whether she wants to be greeted) but Freddy Newendyke would hate to miss the opportunity for a hello.]

Hey. I don't think I've seen you since last year.

[Here Cameron, have a (terrible) joke to break the ice. Look, the guy's trying.]

[as_damaged]

[That is pretty terrible. There's a little twitch of her lip, anyone's guess whether it's humor or a grimace. The sarcastic answer tentatively suggests the former as she pauses, rocking a little on her heel.]

Has it really been that long?

[orangetoughguy]

Sure feels like it don't it?

[Freddy straightens up then turns to look at her. His own answer could be pulling that pun along just as much as it could suggest an exaggerated divide. He takes another drag from his cigarette.]

So what're you out for?

[as_damaged]

Coming back from lunch.

[If she gives him an odd look, it's only because, well, it was an odd lunch, so she's still a little on the lost side.]

How's the new year treating you so far?

[orangetoughguy]

Not bad actually.

[That's an honest answer and maybe she can tell by the brief little smile Freddy gives.]

Can I say the same for you?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Who let you out?

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[as_damaged]

Was I supposed to be locked in?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I would have thought that the high octane holiday spirits would have kept you in overdrive until the middle of the month where you remembered you sometimes have a life.

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[as_damaged]

Back to business as usual.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Don't cry. Christmas will always be in our hearts. Or something. Blah blah blah.