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heat wave

[ To say 'it could be worse' would be a lie. Because in this moment - things could literally couldn't get any worse for Rosemary. Not only is she in a strange new place, but it's also the middle of a sunny afternoon and it's hot. She shields herself with her cloak; blocks the sun with it and hides in what shadows she can find, but that does nothing for the sweltering heat that seeps through even that. She's too scared to ask for help — too many people, too much noise, too confusing — in a city she doesn't know, and it's all about to catch up with her at once if she doesn't do something.

Keen eyes can see her skittering in and out of shadows - a hooded figure wrapped in a cloak that seems to encompass most of her form. If not, she won't be hard to miss later when she starts to pass out from heat stroke somewhere (anywhere) in the middle of town. A tall, wobbly figure stumbling from the shadows and slumping nearby. A low, pathetic whimper leaving her as her chest heaves.

This place sucks. ]

park

[ Whether escorted or simply managing herself to make her way there, Rosemary eventually gets to some kind of water source relatively secluded during the night time hours. This time her hood is down, exposing her wild black hair and what looks like wisps of black smoke that billow around her every so often. She splashes herself with water, sits on the edge and dips her feet in - feet that are bare and look to be hooked with long talon-like nails. Much like the ones one might see now on her fingers, claws that click against the stone around the edge of the fountain.

Any noise startles her. Her head tilting back to see who might be approaching as the swirls of shadow make themselves more obvious, obscuring - but only just - the blackness of her eyes as they hone in on whatever or whoever made the sound. ]

a really dumb network post (voice)

[ A loud clunk, followed by the clear sound of shuffling and banging leads one to believe that someone just dropped their phone and accidentally brought up the network. Which is exactly what happened. There is no follow up however - no apology, and they don't hang up. Instead, there's a low snarl of what might be annoyance, and a softly whispered: ]

No. [ before the phone clatters to the ground again. ]

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[Sorry, Junkrat is EATING UP this weather. He's actually not having to wear a shirt for once, but he has employed some sunglasses because why the hell not. It's because of the sunglasses that he's currently staring at the shadows near the park.

Sunglasses on, sunglasses off. Sunglasses on... Yep whatever the hell that is it's definitely not the sunglasses, so as Rosemary crumples into a heap he hobbles over, a bottled water open in his hand.]

Uhh, you doin' alright there, mate?

[ Instinct kicks in the moment he approaches, her form shifting into something more shadow like — or... trying to? Instead of concealing herself completely, all she ends up doing is flickering kind of; wisps of black smoke coiling around her.

She stares at Junkrat, whining as she shakes her head frantically. ]

No. No, no. Hot. Too hot. [ She tugs her hood down further over her face. ] Sun hurts.

...Roight. You uh, wanna come somewhere with aircon then, mate? Pretty shore most shops near here's got it.

[he's gonna offer the water, none the less, despite his own confusion.]

Aircon? [ Junkrat does she LOOK like she KNOWs what the FUCK that is? She can at least ascertain what the thing in his hand is, even if it takes her a hot minute. She takes the bottle, eagerly taking a long chug. The tips of her fangs crinkle the edges around the top.

Unfortunate. ] Thank you...

[Uuuuuuuuuh she can keep that.]

No problem, mate. [he scratches the back of his head, stretching up to his full height for a minute before hunching back over.]

You never heard of air conditioning? Makes heat like this much easier to weather. 's a shop near here that's got it for sure. I can show ya, if you want.

[ It wouldn't matter anyway, she drank all of it. She is kind of inspecting the bottle, though. It's like... a tiny, oddly shaped bucket of water? Sorcery. ]

A shop... with people in it? [ She looks frantic. Or she would if he could see more than her mouth right now. ]

Erh, yeah prolly. 'S kinda what shops are for.

[but he's not THAT stupid and can tell the idea isn't exactly keen on her.]

I gotta house, but it's a bit of a walk. You sure you're up for it?

[ She hesitates. A shop with a lot of people ... or this random dude's house? The latter seems the safest, even if it's 'a bit of a walk'. ]

I think so? [ So long as she stays in the shadows of the building she might be good. She tugs her hood down a little, nods to indicate he should lead the way. ]

[It's not like he's gonna do anything to you Rosemary. But he leads the way, lopsided gait and all. It isn't too far, but it's definitely a walk. Unfortunately he has no more water to share.

But they get there eventually.]

Oi! Zoe! We got company! [or a pet. It's going to wind up being a pet.]

[ Company? The mere mention of it is enough to cause Zoe to raise an eyebrow as she walks out of the house. She, like, Junkrat is enjoying the weather as it's an excuse to wear what she normally does back home, which is her usual bikini top and shorts, complete with gloves and boots.

She doesn't reach for a weapon quite yet, but they're visible. Though, if Junkrat brought her here, he had to trust her, right? ]

Oi, ya got a new Sheila? [ She teases, lips tugging in to a smirk. ] She got a name?

[ This wasn't part of the deal. Junkrat calls for someone else in the house and Rosemary tenses, looking back and forth frantically like she's trying to find an escape route when Zoe comes into the room.

She's stuck between a rock and a hard place now though. More strangers could lead to more problems - but damn if this house isn't way cooler than outside. ]

R... [ Does she answer? Uh. ] Rosemary.

Don't worry it's just me and Zoe here. [He shoots Zoe a look though]

New what? She was out near the park actin' like she was gonna die in this heat, even worse than anybody else. So, I figured.. .

[what was it he figured anyway? Ugh. He sort of flops down on the floor in front of the couch, peg leg bent up under the other one.]

Pretty sure she ain't even been here long.

I was kiddin' anyway.

[ ...wait, that makes her sound-- Ugh, nevermind. It must be the heat getting to her already. She shakes her head dismissively, clearing her throat while she nods slightly. ]

Roight, anyway. Come on in 'fore ya burn up. Ya want anythin'? We got enough here to last.

[ This is so weird. Rosemary stands awkwardly in the middle of the room between the two of them, wringing her fingers together. ]

A few hours ago, I think. When the sun was higher. Too bright here.

[ She's used to the dark. The woods. Shadows she can hide in and not... this. All of this. ]

Can I - I just want water. Please.

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Shore, shore. That we got plenty of. Course, it's all from the tap.

[nothing fancy. He stands up again in all his lanky bullshit glory and lumbers over to the sink, filling a glass with water and ice.]

Here ya go, mate. [he holds the glass out while turning to shrug quizzically at Zoe.]

[ She drank out of streams back home? It's fine. In the meantime, Rosemary moves to a couch or something nearby and curls up in the corner of it to wait. Not knowing what to say to Zoe or anything, she just kind of... sits there. Awkwardly, her head ducked down until Junkrat comes back with the glass.

She takes it with two hands, nodding her thanks as she starts taking small sips of it. ]

I can go when the sun sets...

[ Rosemary's response earns a small raise of a brow from Zoe while she also gives Junkrat a small stare in return. What, was she not supposed to say weird things? Anyway... ]

She could stay for a while, can't she? Ain't like we're hurtin' too bad on space right now, yeah?

[ She doesn't think it's right to turn away someone who doesn't have much to their name. Now, they don't have a lot to their names, either, but they're doing pretty damn well for themselves right now. ]

Huh? Shore, fine with me. We got the space. Just gotta figure out somethin' that'll accomodate 'er.

[he's scratching the top of his head.] Oi, ya said you don't like the sun, so we'll haveta figure out something with less windows for ya. 'S the couch okay till we get something built up?

[How does this happen? Junkrat arrived fully intending on living on his own and yet.]

[For some ungodly reason, Ted's in the park too, and it's pretty easy to notice someone in a hood quite that black. He knows the fashion all too well. He can't help but like being outside whenever he can, even when he really, really shouldn't.

He's also interested in all novelties, and what could be more novel than a mysterious stranger covered in black? He must know more! He approaches with an outstretched hand.]

Hello tall, dark and strange. Good morning! Not many out of doors these days. What brings you out?

[ She watches him cautiously, curiously as he approaches. The outstretched hand does nothing to assuage her unease, no matter how softly spoken his words may be. She takes a single step back. ]

I don't know where I am. It's too hot, I had to find water.

Oh, I...see. The Bay's water is a little strange.

[What with the neurotransmitter chemicals floating around. He wonders if it's cool there. Then realizes that she's as novel as she looked, Genessia likely completely alien to her.]

Aheh, that's a common reaction. I'm Ted. Yourself? I also, ah, have a few remedies. Like this...

[He digs around in his bag before producing ice water, chilled in the convenient not-magic of void space. He'll hand the bottle over to her, hoping to overcome her shyness.]

[ She stares at the bottle, confused mostly by the shape of it. Hesitantly, she curls her clawed fingers around it — nearly dropping it when she feels the sudden chill against her palm. But she manages to recover, pressing it first to her cheek in hopes of cooling it slightly. ]

...Rosemary. [ She finally answer, taking a sip from the bottle. ] Thank you.

Ah, pretty name for a pretty girl. You're welcome.

[Not that he can see her all that well, but he's under the impression most enjoy compliments. He'll have a seat too.]

Not, aheh, the best time to arrive, admittedly. Other than the weather, how are you liking the world so far?

[ Rosemary doesn't know how to respond to that. Compliments are not a thing she hears often — or ever — in regards to her appearance. Which he is being mercifully shielded from currently as she hides under her hood and cloak.

She chooses to ignore it for now. ]

I want to go home.

[After fielding that sentiment so long, one would think he'd have a better answer. How can he say "Too bad" in a nice way...]
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I, ah, know the feeling. One never knows; some go as suddenly as they come.

[Not that he knows that for a good thing..]

But it's really not so bad here, once you become acclimatized. Interesting fellows one can find here and nowhere else, once one avails themselves of the opportunity. I might even show you around some of the more beautiful places, if you like, once the weather's of a mind to entertain the venture.

Would you like to seek respite elsewhere? The park is, of course, lovely in all weather, but there's bound to be better places to go, now that your hydration's seen to.

Easier in the dark. [ She says quietly; implying that perhaps it's less the sweltering heat (though she's not a fan of that either) and more the sun beating down on her constantly. Her fingers clutch the bottle in her hand, nervousness lingering despite Ted's seemingly good intentions.

Trust is hard to come by, after all. ]

Where?

Eheh, that certainly explains your dress.

[Ace detective over here. He'll put those sleuthing skills to work in thinking of a place shadier than the park. Her apartment ought to do the trick; it was dingy, but he'd never known the lighting to pose any obstacle.]

Do you have your things? From The Bay, I mean? I could see you to your apartment. With an extra-large parasol to keep things shady.

Does it?

[ She squints, the gesture unseen behind the shadow of her hood. The elf glances down to herself, to one of her pockets where the random things she had been given in the bay reside. A nod. ]

My apartment?

Yes, assuming the, ah, smoke or shadows are its emanations.

[He can't really pinpoint where the visual FX are coming from, much less how, but...details.]

The Commons, I mean. Everyone gets to stay there at first, for a while. Ought to provide better shelter than...

[He looked towards the sky.]

Nothing whatsoever.

[ She doesn't say anything to that. Openly acknowledging her occultism-tainted heritage and the effects thereof are not something she is keen on. ]

I am used to nothing. [ For the most part. ] Where are these commons? Are there a lot of people?

Heh, an uncommon acclimatization. Well, Genessia's more charitable than that, at least for a month, which is how long one can stay. Hence, none are there long. I'd wager no more than seven residents reside at one time, and each has a separate room.

[The walls between rooms aren't very soundproof, but he's never been in one long enough to notice. Hope her neighbors aren't loud.]

So your aloofness is all but assured. Shall we go?

[ It takes her a few seconds to digest all of that information. Rosemary doesn't so much dislike being around people, so much as the thought terrifies her. Not many react well to her presence for a variety of reasons.

The main ones being the teeth, claws, and eyes blacker than they should be. She shifts uncomfortably. ]

I suppose.

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[He takes that as a full-throated "Yes, by God, yes!", offering his hand to lead along that merry way.]

Splendid! We can talk along the way.

[Per usual, Ted meant a very one-sided talk as he waxed upon the many features of Genessia City. Notable stores and landmarks, times for church services, and, you know, it's never too early to start thinking about vocation. She needn't worry about being qualified, they'll hire just about anyone nowadays. And how was she for book-clubs? Ted's overbearing speech was only partially conscious; he figured she was the silent type who'd be more comfortable with her own participation to a minimum.

Through the chatter they finally reach the apartments.]

Not too long a walk, eh? They ought to have air conditioning. Oh-hey, landlady!

[He waved down one woman evidently used to being referred to by title]

Do you have air conditioning?

"Yes. But the bathroom is shared. I encourage you to find a better place to stay when you can."

[Ted smiled at Rosemary, as though the landlady's grim demeanor were an inside joke long established.]

Well, I trust you can find your room. Is there aught else you need for help in settling in?

[Martha's out on her motorbike, catching cases of heat stroke as they happen. It's something to do. Something that makes her feel useful and relatively at peace with herself. She's a few turns around a particular part of the city when she grows positive that the shadow she keeps seeing isn't just a shadow.

She parks her bike and slings her cooler and medkit over her shoulder, about a block away, and then quietly approaches. She's not silent, because she doesn't want whoever it is to think she's trying to sneak up on them. Just quiet, like her voice is kind when she finally offers a gentle]

Hello. My name is Martha.

[ Rosemary hears her approach and hopes - right up until Martha speaks to her - that the other woman will change her course and wander away from her. Alas, she is never so lucky, and as soon as Martha approaches Rosemary makes a point of trying to stand again.

It's a pathetic attempt, really. The sun does nothing for her, bearing down on her as strongly as it is now. And the heat is a minute but ultimately annoying factor to the elf's displeasure. ]

Hello. [ She says cautiously, retreating as best she can into waning shadows. ] I'm Rosemary. [ A long pause. Is there something else she needs to say here? ]

[Martha watches the movements, the apparent uncertainty, and decides a direct approach may be better, as long as she keeps her movements non-threatening. From her cool-bag, she retrieves a bottle of water, twists off the cap and takes a sip to show it's safe]

I thought with that cloak, you might be overheating. Would you like some water?

[ Rosemary reflexively tugs the cloak tighter around her form. It might not do much for the heat, but it is currently the only thing keeping her from direct sunlight. From under the shadow of her hood she looks to the offered water, then up to Martha, then back to the water. ]

Yes. [ She says finally, reaching a hand out to take the bottle from her. Long, spindly fingers that end in sharp nails curl around the plastic and take it. ] I do not like the sun. [ She says after taking a sip. ]

[Martha notes the long fingers and sharp nails. Probably not human. She wouldn't make assumptions about Rosemary's physiology then. She pulls out another bottle of water for herself, so Rosemary won't feel she needs to drink sparingly.]

If you have somewhere to go, I can take you there quickly on my motorbike. Get you out of the sun sooner.

[ She still drinks cautiously, slowly, just in case some wrong move sends the other woman running - away or toward her, she's not certain which would be worse just yet. ]

What is a motorbike? [ A pause, and Rosemary half shrugs, looking as confused as one can while shadowed as she is. ] I have nowhere to go.

[ Martha mirrors Rosemary, because her psych courses taught her it was a good way to establish a connection, and because it has become her habit during her travels with the Doctor. It's a bit harder with her face in shadows, but Martha will make do.]

A motorbike is a two-wheeled vehicle with an engine. [She tips her head slightly, a listening/thinking gesture that she hopes the other woman will recognize. It probably depends on how not human she is.] We have air-cond-- ah, a cooling system at Torchwood, where I work. You could come with me there until nightfall, and then we can find you a place?

[ It helps, even if Rosemary doesn't realize it's happening. The tenseness in her shoulders lessens slightly, her vice-like grip on the water bottle loosening so she's not crushing the plastic in her hand. Everything Martha says is confusing - but she at least understands the concept of a cooling system.

This woman seems... good? Decent, at the very least. Not outright threatening. Rosemary shifts on her heels as she considers her options. ]

Okay. I'll go.

Good. [Martha smiles, not too large. Some cultures and species find human smiles threatening.]

We can leave whenever you're ready. But there's no rush. I can tell you a little about myself first, if you would be more comfortable.

[ Rosemary smiles faintly in return, careful to keep her lips pressed tightly together. Human smiles may be threatening to some - but hers would be terrifying to anyone.

She scoots to the side a little, still trying to find what shade she can to shield herself from the sun. A simple nod is all she gives the other woman now - uncertain what to ask, but clearly interested in hearing more about her. ]

[Martha wishes abruptly that she'd thought to bring a brolly. She adds a mental note to equip her traveling doctor kit with a sunshade of some kind, and in the meantime shifts to let her shadow provide a little more shade.]

Right, then. I'm a doctor, if I didn't say. More properly a medical student, but before I could finish I was whisked away on adventures to save the Earth and other worlds. The Earth is where I come from, third planet from a star called Sol by some, but it's just the sun to us. Any of that sound familiar to you?

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