let's make a mess (open)

[WR Harthe]

WR continued staring at this woman, completely unsure of how to process this information. So she was a workaholic? Could it even be called that if she didn't physically have anything else to do? They thought about it for a moment and shook their head.

"Do you... want one?" Their eyes narrowed a bit as they asked. Surely there was something this woman enjoyed doing that wasn't... this. It was kind a sad life, and truth be told they didn't even know why they cared so much, but the despair, whether she felt it or not, was there, and they were at least halfway invested.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

There was less water being tossed about aside from the quiet dripping on the concrete. Lucky pulled the curtain covering herself was a rather large bit dingy towel. She smelled of dish soap but was otherwise clean now. Her crystals protruding from her arms were in plain view this time.

“Are you asking because you have a suggestion or because you actually wonder if I’d want one?” Lucky was wondering a little confused. She went through a door that looked like a supply closet which on its racks hung clothes over ropes this time as if hung out to dry. She ducked behind a wall for some privacy as she clothed herself. “Either or... I’ve never thought about having anything else to do. My personal survival has been based entirely on the next thing I make if you do have anything to suggest I’m open to hear it.”

[WR Harthe]

WR just stood by, staring at the woman as she walked around the place, but giving her privacy as she ducked behind a wall. They took the opportunity to walk around the place themself, observing the random concoctions that she had conjured in her time. It was all... interesting to say the least. She certainly had a talent.

They shrugged at her question.

"I mean, I dunno if you'd like what I do, but if tinkering is your thing, you should go to some races, fix up and tune cars, maybe build your own engines and shit."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Oh I don’t know.” Lucky emerges from the closet fully dressed in another... cleaner jumpsuit and tank top her feet were bare and she wa dressing her arms once more with cut sleeves she fashioned into long arm covers. “People don’t really like us all that much. Frankly I’m worried about getting hurt by those that hate us. I may not be a meta but it’s a difficult thing for some to tell.”

[WR Harthe]

WR took note of her appearance, remaining thoughtful as to not jump to any unfair conclusions. This woman was weird but she was nice, at the very least, and clearly she had been around the block a few times.

WR shrugged, yet again.

"I mean, you're right, but who cares what they think? We've gone through too much to be pushed around those judgy bastards." They spit at the ground and twisted their foot in it.

"Either way, you gotta live your life. If you're fine with all this, so be it, but there's more to see than..." They gazed around the garage again, "Whatever all this is."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Oh... I don’t know.” We would see Lucky shrink a little. The grown woman was truly not one for much interaction or making an impression. She just kind of felt some people were good and others might not be. If WR met Lucky with any amount of aggression when they first met even a fuck off eye it would have made Lucky roll over and play dead or run for the hills. “... I don’t do well with such situations.”

[WR Harthe]

"Well, learn," They said bluntly, "World's fucked up, but it's not as scary as you think it is."

They shrugged again. With every passing second they felt themself growing more invested with this woman's life... which was... strange. They weren't quite sure how to feel about it yet.

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“It seems to mean a lot to you... I’m not sure what goals you have but your will is certainly stronger than mine. I’m not really after much, I suppose I do just want to tinker and maybe if I had a harder shell of a body I’d be less afraid but that would take some... more tinkering. Which is what I’m doing already.” She fiddled with her hands. “Life on our old world without powers was a different view, always seemingly at the mercy of the powerful. People like me were hardly useful we sat by and let you all simply take what you needed because how could I stop you? My loved ones sure couldn’t.” She covered her mouth as of saying too much. “Not you personally... of course. That’s not what I meant, and I don’t hate you or yours for it. I’ve just been alive this long by ducking for cover and getting out of the way.”

[WR Harthe]

WR nodded thoughtfully, contemplating. It was important to remember humans hurt as much as metas do, especially ones from the old world. Hell, a human surviving doomsday was a hell of a lot more impressive than a meta surviving it.

"Well, I wouldn't mind helping, if you wanted it. Life training, combat training, endurance training... or just, general shit. At the very least, a little company."

They shrugged.

"One of my goals right now, simply put, is to help people. Usually from street violence, but eh, this works too."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Occasional company would be nice no doubt. If I’m alone for too long I’ll start being spoken to by the couch or my machines... I mean between that and the fact I occasionally find myself a few days without eat or sleep... hallucinations are funny that way.” Lucky didn’t need a caretaker but a welcomed distraction could actually save her life.

[WR Harthe]

WR nodded solemnly.

"Well, that being said, if you need something, hit me, alright?"

They briefed a smile and dug into one of their many pockets. After a moment they fished out an info card with their number and email address on it, and held it out to her between two fingers.

"I'm here to help."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“Alright. That I appreciate.” She would grin at WR

[WR Harthe]

"Great," They smiled, and headed for the door.

"Think I'm gonna head out now, but remember what I said."

[Lucille "Lucky" O'Donnovan]

“I will l. Don’t be afraid to pop by, or you can have my permission to paint the walls in here or out there. I care not.

[WR Harthe]

"Sure thing."

They waved her off and headed back to their apartment. What a strange day.