homeless_pard | We'll just see about this...

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We'll just see about this...

Who: Requiem and Jason
When: A day after the shopping trip? (long enough to set lights and get planters planted)
What: Trying to piece together just what the hell is going on here.

He was still braiding his hair when he stepped into the donor quarters. Sure, it was easier to just go to the club, but he wasn't always in the mood for the lights and noise, hence seeing if any of the donors were still available and willing...

...the donor quarters were always slightly brighter than other areas because the most common occupants were not vampires (not that the Circus was ill lit by any means) but it seemed even brighter than normal. Perhaps one of his meals yesterday had been high? It would explain the mild headache and sensitivity to light today? And would explain why he was loathe to go to the club. He was never at his best when post-drugging.

He tied off his braid with a leather thong then nodded, pulling his hood up. It was a 'necessary part of his character' the cape, and comforting besides, fewer people dicked around when it came to donating when he was caped. Something about the mystery and darkness inherent made them bend their necks to him easier.

Appearances. Feh.

He finally glanced around then blinked, those were...grow lights? Not sun lights, they didn't hurt, they were just bright. And plant troughs had been added, he could smell the damp earth and the tease of herbal scents just under the smell of bee balm blossoms. Well, that was new, he wasn't certain who had decided the donors needed such but he certainly wasn't going to complain?

He was half way to the planters, curious about what had been seeded, before he spotted the man on the couch. What was Jean Claude's pomme doing here? Their Master would have said if the man had fallen out of favor, and yet these were the general quarters. "...Jason?" Perhaps he'd brought a lover and fallen asleep waiting while said lover recovered in a room?

It seemed the most plausible answer honestly.

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He stopped short, his shoulders tense as he worked to calm himself. Why was he so upset over this? Over what Requiem might think of him? Or over what Khemrys might? When he spoke he sounded very tired.

"What do you want me to do that I'm not doing, Requiem? I'm trying my best, here."

"Be aware, pay attention, temper your natural tendencies," he listed simply. "Or don't, and I'll end up having to explain what upset her down the road." Just truth there really.

"This isn't a shallow situation, get to know the woman, you may need to study for that."

There was a long pause before he made the barest nod. Then he silently moved again towards the donor quarters with the bags.

He nodded back easily, following. Then...sighing when they got into the donor quarters properly..."I had forgotten how few cupboards there were..." And they would really have to pack carefully to fit things in the fridge.

Eesh.

Jason set the bags down to be unpacked. "We can get facilities upstairs to build something. But I'm pretty sure there's some bookcases packed in storage; I'll go see what I can find to store things on until then."

That weariness still seemed to follow him, but he moved quickly into the deeper parts of the Circus.

"I will....work on the fridge." Situation. Thing.

Oh dear there were leftovers in there, haphazard order out cartons and boxes and such. That left a general call of "ANYONE WITH LEFTOVERS IN HERE COME CLAIM THEM NOW!" He needed the space.

They'd answer or things would get tossed!

And as many had already cleared out for the night, it was probably safe to just start pitching things. Besides, there would be much better options soon...

Jason reappeared some time later, pulling a large wooden bookcase on his back. Or rather, the bookcase lumbered in, with what may have been Jason beneath it.

Yes, most things were being pitched and the ever present box of baking soda in the fridge was being...considered...when Jason managed to...slide in. Turtle? Would that be called turtling?

"That is...one way to do it," he mused, coming over to lift a side?

He didn't seem strained or winded when he stepped out from under the bookcase. "It seemed the easiest way: the damned thing is twice my size. But I figure she can have the dried stuff and baking stuff on the shelves."

And maybe even hang her herbs around it. Oh, they were going to have to get jars...

No, but awkward could get annoying! "Well, there is wall space..." the common room for the donors wasn't truly decorated beyond the small rug under the couch by the television?

Well and the herb boxes now.

"Should you tell her? So she can arrange things as she likes?"

He glanced at his phone. "I'll see if she's awake. You want to call upstairs and see if they have a delivery time yet?"

He went back down the hall to his room and paused, listening at the door. He really didn't want to wake her if she'd fallen asleep, especially since he knew she'd likely be up early again.

"As soon as I finish with the fridge," he agreed. "Eggs in America take up so much room in a cool box," and he was glad he'd learned that they were not shelf stable in this country.

Khemrys seemed to be singing softly to herself? The door was cracked?

He listened maybe just a moment longer than necessary, then shook his head to clear it and rapped gently on the door. "Khemrys? It's Jason. We're back."

He waited outside the door, not letting himself glance inside.

The singing stopped as a matter of course, and there was a gentle, "come in lord?" She was starting to adopt the same policy she's grown with; a healer's door was always open.

That and she'd slept in the stillroom most days. "Welcome back." Her feet were rebandaged and tucked under herself on the bed as she sewed now?

He stepped in the door and smiled. "Thanks," he said warmly. Even after dealing with Requiem tonight, he couldn't help but offer her a smile.

"No sign that I could find that anyone followed you. Requiem is probably going to have questions about the stones, though. We stopped by the store on the way home for groceries and he's with everything in the donor's quarters; thought maybe you'd want to organize everything they way you want it?"

"That is good hearing lord," truly, she relaxed a touch at that. No sign of the Hunter was the best news in fact! "I've...no idea what I might say of stones though?" She wasn't familiar with the how of her arrival, sadly.

"...all of it?" she repeated a touch blankly. "A few staples shouldst not be confusing to store?" But she was setting the silk in her lap aside and easing t her feet?

He watched her easing onto her feet with concern, which was getting pretty usual for him while she was healing...so slowly. He stepped forward but didn't rush to her side, questioningly offering his arm for support.

He shot her a slightly guilty grin at her question. "We might have gone a little overboard..."

In some regards she was merely...human? She offered him a reassuring smile, amused at the fussing as she took his arm, "they are but stiff lord, I promise."

"Overboard?"

He laughed softly. "Sorry, it's hard seeing someone still hurt this long: with us it usually means that it was something bad." He moved slowly as he walked her to the donor's quarters. "And it doesn't hurt me to offer a hand, right?"

The guilty smile grew a bit more as they approached the doorway. "Um...well, you'll see what I mean." He nodded towards the piles of grocery bags and goods surrounding Requiem.

"Aye, and it was terrible in retrospect?" she admitted. "But it will not be years in the healing, thankfully." Just not tomorrow either! She was still squeezing his wrist in gratitude for the concern?

Ah? Oh..."oh dear..." she blinked.

"At least there's that. It would be nice if we could share some of our healing for you, though." He felt that small squeeze and tried to ignore how very much he noticed it.

He guided her to one of the chairs, offering her a place to sit. "You can sit and direct, and we'll put everything away." He paused and glanced around at the piles. "We weren't sure exactly what you'd want; thought just getting a variety was a safe bet?"

"Ive time and more to heal it seems," she chuckled softly. "Rushing such may lead to deeper damages I'd not enjoy addressing." Better slow and steady perhaps in this case?

That was a...mountain of goods. "Ah." Um. Sitting, yes. "Whatever did you not purchase?!"

"...there is no pumpkin?" Requiem offered a touch bemused. IT WAS THE FIRST THING THAT CAME TO MIND?!

"Frozens?" Jason offered with a grin. Then he made a face. "Oh, we should have gotten ice cream. Next time, we have to get ice cream."

Jason was nudging some of the piles. "We're getting what we can in this fridge until the new one gets here." He grinned and winked at her. "And the stove, thanks to this one over here."

"...ah, pumpkin and frozens. Ice cream?" she repeated a touch blankly. "Like you two shouldst not go to market without a guide..." it certainly seemed that way at least?

"Perhaps not," Requiem chuckled softly, unloading things on the table so she could see them.

"There should always be ice cream, at least in the summer." Jason started unpacking some bags as well. "I know it's hard to believe, but we actually showed some restraint."

No instant meals, no canned goods, sodas, junk food...

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