🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

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Bobbi Morse

[conjobs]

[He's not terribly bothered by the rain, to be honest, but there's something not particularly nice about the rain here. Maybe that's because the water on the ground has turned rather sludgy. He's not sure how to describe it, but anyway it's not something he wants to get caught in for too long.

Living off the charity and the kindness of bleeding hearts has always tended to serve him well, but the rain isn't letting up and he can't be choosy. He ducks into the first building that looks somewhat lived in and knocks on the first door that has disturbed dust around where the front door swings.]

Hello love. Place I was staying in got flooded. Do you mind...? [Cold water drips from his hair and while his trenchcoat has probably protected him from the brunt of the downpour, his shoes and the lower half of his pants are pretty soaked. With John it's probably two half-truths and ten lies but you never really know, his smile looks the same. He's not yet trying his best impression of the Puss in Boots eyes but he's pretty keen on finding a place to stay until the rain has stopped so he's not above trying other tactics if she's going to slam the door in his face.]

[covertness]

[ bobbi has managed, partially through foresight and ingenuity and partially by roping others into helping her, to get the run-down housing structure she's decided to settle in reasonably rain-proof. there's still a wet spot on the floor in one corner and the rain is loud on what passes for a roof, but it's mostly dry and mostly warm.

she's not expecting anyone, but she's not surprised when a knock comes, either —it isn't like this is the kind of place where everyone has a home, where everyone knows where to go. they're all somewhat reliant on one another, on figuring this out together.

(if she's pretending to be a civilian, it isn't because she distrusts the people who're here with her. it's that she distrusts whoever might have brought them here, no matter what the story is.) ]

Yeah, 'course.

[ she's stepping back already. ]

I'd offer you a towel, but - [ she gestures to the bare insides of the place. ] Decor's still a bit lacking.

[ she's not going to slam the door in anyone's face. bobbi morse swore an oath to be the shield, to protect, and that doesn't usually apply to rain, but it does mean that if she can offer some semblance of shelter, she damn well will.

plus, he's kind of cute. ]

[conjobs]

S'alright mate. Cheers. [He has the courtesy not to just stroll in like he owns the place and keep his dripping to where he's standing. Wiping the sheet of water on his face off, doing a quick once-over sweep off his wristband, he takes a quick look around without latching onto anything in particular or saying anything - it's nice and quaint, sure, but mostly he's just checking he isn't intruding on anything.]

Sorry about the mess. [He apologises with a deep breath, flashing her a somewhat sheepish grin as he runs his cold hand through his wet hair, spiking it back up again. Shrugging his water-heavy trenchcoat off his shoulders, he hangs it next to the door. Without his coat he probably looks like a wet mormon come to tell her about Jesus, but that smile really isn't the door-to-door type.]

Actually I was on me way back after grabbing some rations. [He plucks out a sealed pack from one of his trenchcoat's interior pockets, offering it to her. At least didn't show up empty-handed? It might be laced with something a little extra, but that's not from his tampering. A lot of the food he's managed to find around here tends to have a similar effect. It's either that or he got three times randier since he arrived.]

[covertness]

[ honestly, there's really not much he could ruin about the place if he were to drop everywhere, but it's still a pleasant show of decent manners and common courtesy that he doesn't. bobbi wouldn't say she puts much stock in those things, but she still appreciates it. ]

No worries. [ she shrugs. getting caught up in the rain happens to everyone and in this place? bobbi figures not everyone even has shelter set up the way she's made sure to. ]

Yeah? [ she's about to say that she's all right when her stomach lets out a gurgling sound and the words turn into a wry grin instead. ] Guess I could eat, if you're offering.

[conjobs]

[He's not going to stand there the whole time, if it's of any consolation. John doesn't really do awkward or proverbial or literal standing on ceremony. As soon as the dripping is a little more under control, soaking a bit into his newly exposed shirt and trousers, he starts moving.

After handing her the latest pack of rations he picked up, John perches on the edge of the kitchen counter.]

Been here since the first night? [He can tell she's done something to the place. It might need a couple more furnishings to be homely but it's functional as far as a safehouse goes.] Guess we're here for the long haul.

[covertness]

[ he hands her the pack of rations and she takes it with a quick thanks, unwrapping it and inspecting whatever's inside. ]

I'd offer you a towel, but I don't have any.

[ it really leaves a lot to be desired, little more than walls and a roof. at least there's a bed in one corner, blankets piled high on it in lieu of a mattress.

she could offer him one of those. maybe she will, if he's still dripping in a minute. ah, hell - ] Do you want a blanket instead?

[conjobs]

It's alright, it's alright. [He didn't expect her to have a towel or anything. You'd think for a machine capable of dragging people from all over into one dilapidated city, it could have given a few minutes' warning to quickly throw together an overnighter at least.]

I'll just take this off, if you don't mind. [His shirt will be able to stay a lot drier if his hair isn't dripping all over it. He doesn't quite wait for her permission as he tugs his loose tie completely off and untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it from the top down. Hey it's a free show while she eats. He wasn't expecting any complaints.]