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FEB CATCH-ALL

WHO: Kenzi & YOU
WHERE: Maurtia Falls (mostly)
WHEN: FEB
WHAT: Kenzi doing Kenzi things post CnC2020
WARNINGS: Alcohol, language, possibly some violence.

[A] THE RED BRANCH
[ Work on the Branch hasn’t made any progress due to spending most of the last month in an alternate version of the City. Was it alternate? Kenzi couldn’t be sure, the way events played out it could have been how things would have ended up if not for Atropos. All she knew was that she wasn’t herself -- she was herself but she wasn’t, it’s confusing.

In any case, Kenzi can be found in and around the Red Branch during the day and maybe during the evening. If it’s too cold or snowing outside she’s inside continuing cleanup. If it’s a clear day she can be found outside -- somewhere on the grounds -- cleaning up any trash she finds or working on getting the old sandpit back in serviceable order after Xellos blew it up. Thanks, Xellos.

Though she may not be cleaning, instead she might be working through a routine with a pair of truncheon either indoors or out. Or working on creating some smoke bombs fill with various colors.

Mostly she’s just trying to keep busy and not let her mind wander to thoughts of the City or a certain someone she may or may not have feelings for. ]

[B] GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN (OPEN; ANY CITY THAT ISN’T JEOPARDY)
[ Kenzi can be found in the bars and clubs in any of the cities; flirting, drinking, hustling some guys at pool if there happens to be a table, and dancing. She back from vacation and not letting the fun train come to a stop. Not yet, anyway.

She might also be found in a cafe or diner, window shopping, or just chilling on a bench. She likely has Sir Apple, the cat-sized green and pink fairy dragon, with her. Having him around garners a bit of a crowd, usually children, so she can’t be too hard to miss. ]

[C] IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES…
[ The funny thing about suddenly have ten years’ worth of new experiences in her head is that she’s a much better fighter now. Sure, she no longer has telekinesis to fall back on but her physical skills have been honed. And while her body isn’t used to the movements, her mind knows what to do so it’s just a matter of training.

After a few days, she decides to see what she can do out on the streets at night. Her plan is to locate any drug dealers, knock them out, take any money they have on them, and then leave them for the cops. She’s dressed from head to toe in black, with a loose hooded jacket made from the material Oliver had given her, goggles and a facemask covering most of her face, and her hair braided and pinned back beneath her hood. She initially intended to make herself a full outfit from the material Oliver had given her but then she was ‘ported out and her powers changed making it impossible for her to create the outfit.

Maybe she’s up on a roof keeping a lookout for the activity she’s after. Or maybe she’s in the middle of kicking some butt and looks like she might need a bit of help. Either way, drop in? ]

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"I'm not upset! Am I upset? Do-" He holds up a hand to calm himself, "I'm sorry. It's not my business. I just..."

He sighs, "I know I just sort of fell into your life, and I've been sleeping here so much but after getting sucked into that dimension...You're the first person who hasn't made me feel like I've made a huge mistake with...like my whole existence hasn't been a huge mistake. I want to make sure you keep feeling that way but..."

He breathes, slowly. Very slowly.

"Nothing is certain for humans in this world or any world. You deserve better then you're getting. From everyone.

So many people do here. Jane and Allison and Luther and Kenzi.

He comes to a decision at that.

"Let me do something nice for you."

"I just didn't want you to get upset over it." He might not have seemed upset before but now he kind of does.

"It's fine, I'm not used to living alone anyway." Though that does make her wonder about her time before. She'd been living in an apartment in this same city but for the life of her can't remember living with someone else, which is strange for her.

"Speaking of, did you decide which room you want upstairs?" Just so he's off her couch so she can have it back.

She can't help the snort in response to her deserving better. If she deserved better wouldn't her boyfriend still be alive? Wouldn't she still be alive?

"What do you have in mind?" She likes people doing things for her so she's not going to try to talk him out of doing something nice.

"...I'll take the one at the top of the stairs." He relaxes, "...Better then being in government housing. And it's still in Maurita and I..."

His lips press together, trying to think, "...Let's - have lunch tomorrow. I mean it's already tomorrow but let's...let's get a TV and you can show me those movies. Or I'll tell you stories."

He hesitates, "I like telling stories. But I found this great place that makes really good ...tubes. With meat. And sauces and onions. And cheese. And sometimes beans." He smiles, "I'll get some. Because you deserve the best."

She nods, "A'ight. We'll have to get you some furniture to fill the space, bed first." Maybe they could do that too while they're out.

"Lunch on you, okay." And then he describes what he has in mind and her brow furrows. "Do you mean hotdogs?"

She doesn't have anything to say about getting a TV, that's been on the list of things to get. One to set up in the bar area and another for the den.

"I'll buy the TV. Or at least, one of them. Two of them. I keep most of my salary for clothing and for Violet." he pauses, "...It's the least I can do for you hosting me."

The jackalope, reminding everyone of his presence. Hopping up on the counter, Gabriel moves to take a bite of his waffle and scratch the creature.

"No. There's a coating on the outside...you know what I'll just bring you one. Trust me. You'll like them."

She grins when he offers to buy the TV. "Oh, I'm gonna pick the biggest bestest one out then." And TVs in this world are so much better than the ones back home.

"Ooooh, corny dogs." She can't help but be amused that he doesn't know what certain foods are called.

"So lunch and shopping, sounds like a great date." She grins as she continues to dig into her breakfast.

He stops and stares at that. Date.

Well okay. That's easy. Sure. Except no. No that's not dating and that's not what he wants right?

Looking a little flustered he grins, "I want to be able to watch the hockey games." He lowers his gaze before meeting hers again.

"...Kenzi can I give you a hug." Friends do that, he knows it, "I understand if no."

She's calling it a date just to see how he reacts to it. The look on his face is enough to get a chuckle out of her.

"Well, hockey's about over but there's plenty of other sports to watch."

Her head snaps up when he asks to hug her, a soft amused snort escapes her. "Dude, you don't even have to ask for hugs, I love hugs."

He is touch starved by nature. Angels live on grace and he may - eat now - and sleep now - and live as a being now and he has to reckon with that and with her but hugs and touch is...

Moving across the table, he wraps his arms around her and holds her gently, and then tightly.

"It's going to be okay."

He says that to both of them, to himself and the person he is hugging - hoping for some cue that he should let go when even if his is nice. This is nice and comfortable to be held like this.

She smiles and accepts the hug, returning it with a squeeze of her own. Kenzi thrives on physical contact, she can't imagine living a life without it.

"I know."

She lets him remain close to her for a few moments before gently pushing him back. "Okay, I wanna finish eating. But when I'm done maybe we can cuddle on the couch." So that maybe she can get some more sleep. She hasn't near enough to make it through the day.

The thought makes him grin before returning to his waffle. So this is a sort of dating. Like being a friend.

He smiles, returning to his waffles.

"I'm happy to do things for this place. I want to help, just let me know how and when. My motivational speaking work has people fluctate in and out on a regular basis. I could use the things to do."

That is a good comparison, though there's certainly more to dating than just being like friends.

She hums thoughtfully as he mentions wanting to help with things. "Well, if you're helping with the bills that's certainly a start. Oh! You're registered, right?"

"Happy to. And Yes." He pauses, finishing up his waffle with a pleased hm. Rising, he moves to take his plate, "Let me take yours."

Violet for his part settles in beside Kenzi, sniffling, nose twitching at Kenzi looking almost amused.

"I've been teaching myself how to make fancier drinks so I could make you something right now.

If that would help."

His eyes fill with affection, then he brushes it off and looks away.

"Sweet, that'll make some stuff I need for around here easier to get." Being unsettled sucks sometimes, it really slows down the process of things, but she'd still take it over feeling like the government owns her.

She lets him take her plate after she plucks the last blueberry off of it.

"Aw, you don't gotta learn to make drinks for me. Though if you wanna do some bartending if I ever open this place up, that'd be cool."

She reaches over and gives Violet a little pet before rising and moving the fridge to take out a bottle of water. She seems to miss the look he gives her, which is probably a good thing.

Picking up the jackalope, he moves to the couch before settling there, wrapping the blanket he'd taken ownership of before settling back.

He stifled a yawn but felt more relaxed then he had in a long time, gently stroking one of the jackalope's ears.

Kenzi. That bruise was concerning but he had promised himself not to mettle and it hurt like hell.

That's what makes good friends. He'd finally put that together but tonight at least - how people should behave on dates.

Kenzi joins him on the couch for the promised cuddles. Her mind drifting back to the evening as she settles in next to Gabriel. Sir Apple, not wanting to be left out, hops in beside Kenzi.

"I think I'm done with going on random dates for a bit."

As she settles against him he feels...peaceful. At peace. Or at least less stressed out. Violet curls up on his lap and he sighs.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

He stops.

"Bible verses are a habit. I think what it's saying is that you...want to know yourself and before you find...love you should love yourself. Humans have such a problem with this. Just..."

He frowns, worried he's ruined the moment before he shakes his head, "Forget it. I'm babbling. It's late and I've grown accustomed to sleep."

Cuddling usually helps her feel better but her mind can't help but wonder, which doesn't lend well to actually relaxing.

She can't help but snort when he starts quoting bible verses. "I love myself plenty and I'm not really looking for love. I had that back home and I'm not sure I want to bother trying again here."

She pats his arm as she rests her head against his shoulder. "Maybe we should just sleep then. I've only had, like, three hours."

He considers that for a moment before lying back and letting her stay against him.

"Can we stay put for a little while?"

He sighed, "I've been having some really shitty dreams. Having somebody nearby helps."

It's never Lilith, for what it's worth. It's torturing innocent people. It's the demonic sense of himself that he now knows lurks beneath the surface.

She glad he doesn't bother to ask about her love life back home. She talked about it enough with a very unlikely person.

"Sure. I kinda prefer sleeping close to someone anyway. Though the couch is kinda small." She's definitely going to wake up sore even if she's only there for a couple of hours.

He knows how women and men share beds. How they sleep together because he and Lilith did that, but what they did was far more personal and doing that again -with anyone -

He'd want it to be personal.

"We can stay here or I'll share your bed. Just for tonight."

He smiles tiredly, "I promise though this corporation is comfortable. It's-" He chuckles, "It's...gotten a little soft."

She seems to consider it for a moment. "The bed would be more comfortable." And it smells less like Cu since it's been getting some use from her over the past month.

"But no funny business, just sleepin'." Joker might have got her all worked up but she's had time to cool off.

She pulls away from him and slips off the couch, scooping up Sir Apple and carrying him into the bedroom with her.

Exchanging looks with Violet, he moved to follow her, scooping up the creature until Violet wriggled and demanded to be let down. Gabriel ignored it before following her instructions to how they could be comfortable, cuddling, staying together.

It was a roadmap. One he wanted to drive down, and Kenzi was a good friend to give him the keys to a car he'd remember to drive forever.

Once in the bedroom Sir Apple jumps from Kenzi's arms and glides onto the bed, from there he hops up to above the pillow and curls up. Kenzi follows after him, flopping into the bed after she pulls back the covers.

She waits for Gabriel to join her and once he does she plants a quick kiss on his cheek before snuggling in next to him. "See, much more comfy."

It takes all his effort not to extend his own wings because that's comfortable. Stifling another yawn.

"Goodnight Kenzi."

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