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so they came into the outway

WHO: Gemma Doyle & you!
WHERE: Central Park, etc.
WHEN: All day Sunday, specify a time if you'd like!
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Gemma is sketching in the park and just generally being a derp. She might break out her magic, if the mood strikes her. Come bother her!!
FORMAT: Quick to start, whatever after.

[It wasn't quite chilly enough for a real jacket yet, so Gemma had elected to wear a heavy shawl instead. Drawing supplies in hand, she had made her way to the park early on Sunday morning so she could draw the trees and such before too many people crowded the walkways. She hadn't sat down to draw in a long time, and knew that Miss McCleethy (and Miss Moore, but she tried not to think about the latter) would be disappointed if her skill waned.

It didn't take her long to find a bench in the sunlight, a bit off the beaten path. Peace and quiet was something she was looking forward to, at least for an hour or two. An old oak tree caught her eye, and after taking out her charcoal and pencils, she pulled out a fresh page of paper and began to sketch.]

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*Willow's been in a pretty wandery place lately, so it's no surprise she could be found wandering through the park Sunday afternoon. Walking here is actually good for thinking, as opposed to walking back home, where it's more 'always look out,' and she's appreciated that.

She was wishing, as she kept walking, that she'd brought something to read or... something. People-watching would have to do, and she spread her coat out to lay on and think a little more while doing so, gazing innocently at the people nearby.*

[It only took Gemma a short while to feel that someone was... watching her. Perhaps not in a malignant way, but it was a bit disturbing nonetheless. She slowly turned her head, and eventually her gaze fell upon a young woman sitting a bit away. After just a moment, Gemma raised her hand in greeting, not wanting to seem rude for staring back.]

*She hadn't intended creeper, honestly. She hadn't really intended anything one way or the other. But she waved right back, offering a:* Hi there.

[She's relieved that the other woman isn't offended, and actually lets out a low sigh of relief. But then she recalls that she doesn't know this woman, and it would only be proper to introduce herself:]

Hello. I'm Gemma--I don't think we've met before.

*A wider smile, and she inches a bit closer for the ease of conversation.*

I'm Willow. And that's probably 'cause I'm still relatively new here.

[Gemma inclines her head with understanding; Lord knew it had taken her a few weeks to really get accustomed to the City, especially enough to talk to people over the Network.]

Well, then welcome to the City, Willow. Belatedly, of course.

*That, and Willow's been... with the other issues. So.*

Thank you.

[Cassie sketching at the park is a pretty common occurrence. She tries to do it at least once a week, either after her classes or on the weekend. But today it isn't coming easy, she's tired after a week of school and a lazy Saturday didn't quite recharge her. But to be honest, it isn't the school, it's worrying about the thing with Katurian.

Now that she figured it all out a couple weeks ago, she can't get it out of her head.

Not paying attention to anything, she dropped her bag, not caring that her notebook and pencils spilled out, and plopped down underneath an oak tree. Crossing her arms, she looked out, not really looking at anything, just trying to See. But no visions came.]

[Almost unconsciously, Gemma had begun to draw Cassie's shape where it sat before the tree. After a few minutes of this, the redhead finally realized that she was actually drawing a person and... they might think it a bit strange if they looked up and saw her staring at them intermittently. Her cheeks took on a pink tinge, and she looked up with the intent to apologize, and perhaps explain what she was doing (no matter that it should have been obvious, by the pencil in her hand). But... the girl looked familiar. Gemma squinted a bit, and then realized she was an ImPort--they had recently spoken with one another on the network. She was a seer as well.

Interest piqued, the British girl cleared her throat a bit before calling out:]

Hello, there.

Hmmm?

[She hadn't paid any attention when she settled and lookign around it took a moment to find the source of the voice. And another long moment before she recognized the young woman. She'd spoken to Cassie during her last little rant.

Damn, what was her name?]

Oh, hey.

[The redhead bit her lip as she tried to think of what to say. Oh, have you seen any terrifying visions of the future lately? didn't seem like a good place to start. But she desperately wanted to know, and so her common sense and curiosity made a compromise:]

How... have you been?

I... fine, I guess. Tired. [Pause.] School's a pain.

[She doesn't really know how to handle the small talk thing. She keeps to herself mostly, not usually a problem because everyone at that snooty private art school knows she's a imPort and while the artsy-types like to pretend they're all liberal in the end... she's just a little too out there for them.

Not that she cares or anything.]

[The redhead couldn't help but nod at that--she remembered how going to school was. At least Xavier's had been better for her than Spence. But she was still curious--she wasn't much for small talk either, but she was going to make an effort.]

Where do you go for school?

It's an art school, private, they gave me scholarship.

[She motioned to the bag of supplies spilled out on the grass.]

I need to be a better artist, it's how I, I dunno, focus the things I see.

[Nodding, she smiled a bit.]

I... wish I had something to focus with. Instead, I'm usually caught up in it all with no way out.

What's it like... for you?

[She's never met another Watcher like her, except for her Mother. Well, maybe not exactly like her, but Gemma seemed close enough, right?]

[She takes a moment to think about this. She doesn't think it will scare Cassie, per se, but it's definitely... different.]

It starts at my fingertips--I can feel them start to shake. And it moves up my arms and into my very center. Sometimes it's... painful. My muscles spasm and I can hardly breathe. But the pain is only temporary. Then the images come--sometimes they're just flashes, random things, but other times, entire scenes. Like from a moving picture. There's always some level of interpretation, of course.

Huh... [That sounded pretty awful and for a moment, Cassie was unabashedly grateful for what she got.]

I just feel like my skull's splitting and I'm on the world's worst acid trip.

[Gemma isn't sure what "acid trip" means, but it seems to have a negative connotation. She bites her lip.]

It seems as if pain is a requisite part.

It doesn't always hurt.

[She sighs and leans back.]

When I'm looking and when it's close, when I'm in control, it's not too bad. But when it comes on it's own, when it forces its way in...

[Gemma nods, completely understanding.]

My first vision... I'd never been in so much pain in my life. I thought I was dying.

Ouch.

[Cassie didn't know what to say to that. It sucked, big time, there was nothing she could say that would change it.]

[Gemma understood that, too.]

To put it lightly, yes.

So... [Cassie motions to the sketchpad in Gemma's hands.] Do you draw your visions, too?

[A short laugh, and she shakes her head.]

This is merely recreational. Usually, I write them down.

You do this for fun?

[Cassie's look was a little incredulous, yeah, it was a little fun, but it was work for her. Work and generally the harbinger of some very bad shit.]

[Central Park is big enough - well, most everywhere in the City's big enough - to wander for hours without finding a familiar face. coming across one as outstanding as Gemma's, rarer. there are many imPorts, but...there are so many more average people to counter.

he catches notice of her much later than he might've before, but again - so many people. she's a higher note amid an orchestra of thought and emotion.

still on the walkway nearby, he slows and steps out of the way of passers-by, coming to a stop and watching with interest.

he didn't know she could draw...]

[She has, by that time, moved on from her drawing of the oak tree to a sketch of a nearby squirrel nibbling on a walnut. She had just started to get the outline of its curled tail when its head shot up, looked at her, and then darted away. Gemma's shoulders slumped and a small pout made its way to her face; it had been such an adorable creature, and had been behaving so well for her.

It was then that she noticed she was being watched; she slowly turned her head to face her possible critic, and blinked a few times upon seeing him. He was familiar--yes, they had met before. He had been so kind to her, though she had most likely harmed him in some way. She smiled, a light note of apology in her face.]

Hello again.

[the recognition comes as a relief, and it shows; Blue offers a small smile in return, nodding his head. after a slight pause, he steps onto the grass, close enough to speak without having to raise his voice very much.]

Hello, Gemma. You look well.

[The redhead shifts, making room for him on the bench in case he wishes to sit. Her art supplies are strewn all over the grass, but she isn't worried about that at the moment. Instead, she's focusing on niceties. A shy smile made its way to her lips.]

Thank you. I've certainly been worse. [As he well knew.]

[the nod is slight, acknowledging but by no means seeking to dwell on it. he takes the shifting as invitation to at least draw closer and see what she's working on.]

I didn't know you were an artist...Is it something you've always done?

[A light shade of pink colors her cheeks at his question. She wasn't used to being asked things like that--not many British ladies were. At least, not in her time.]

Ah--not really. Only once I started attending finishing school. It was mandatory that we learned to draw.

[he makes a soft sound, acknowledging with interest. he'd begun to lean a little to peer at her work simply out of impulse, but he's buffered to stand still by the touch of discomfort. he looks back at her:]

Mandatory here, too?

[When she notices him trying to look, she tilts her pad of paper towards him. She didn't think her drawing was very good, but it had been considered passable at school.]

Not that I know of, no.

[looking back at the paper again, smiling.] It looks very good to me. It almost looks like Rain...[tilting his head at the thought.]

[Immediately assuming he means the weather, Gemma looks up at the sky. It... seems rather clear to her.]

Does it?

[a beat.

he looks at her, confused. but then...oh. right. he makes a sound, almost a sheepish chuckle, shaking his head.] A different Rain. [he sits at last, carefully pointing at places on the page without touching it.] He's a small animal like this, except his ears are much larger...and there is more fur here, around the chest.

[A slight pink tinge takes to Gemma's cheek, but she pays attention to his remarks anyway, attempting not think about her embarrassment. After he finishes speaking, she takes a few seconds to try sketching what he's described. It may or may not turn out terribly.]

[his hand draws away when he sees her take up the pencil again, almost about to say no, you don't have to...but she's rather quick, and it is interesting to watch. and watch he does, very attentively.

the smile broadens.] Yes, like that...It does point like that, there...

[Gemma is more than happy to follow his instructions, hopefully producing something that looks relatively close to his little squirrely friend.]

And the tail is like this?

With darker color at the end, yes...Like that. [consider him very entertained.] You're extremely good at this, Gemma...I think Rain would think so, too, if he'd have come with me.

[She blushes a bit deeper, but smiles to herself anyway. She enjoys the praise.] Is he your pet?

[he shakes his head, eyes still on the page.] If he belongs to anyone...it would be Jomy. [his expression waters down to something more muted.] They came here together, but when Jomy left...Rain remained. I'll look after him for as long as he's here.

Ah, I'm sorry your friend is gone. But... at least you've still a companion. [She finishes up the drawing and tears the page from her book, offering it to him.] You should show this to him.

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