3956/Saline and gauze

Saline and gauze
Date of Scene:	24 February 2018
Location:	St. Margaret's Church, Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Claire drops off some medical supplies at St. Margaret's, and Vanya and Juggernaut get a chance to catch up on mutual hobbies.
Cast of Characters:	Claire Temple, Feral, Juggernaut

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Claire Temple has posed:
It's still grotty to-go coffee weather, and Claire Temple hikes up the reusable shopping bag she has on her shoulder before she takes another sip as a bolster against the chill air. She pauses at the top of the steps at the subway station for a few moments, glancing around at the passersby and looking at the traffic in front of St. Margaret's. The afternoon is winding down, and a few of the shops are already closed, their gates and rollaway shields already closed. She sighs.

It's a very short walk to the front door of the parish, and she knocks on a door draped with old and slightly ragged purple gauze. The heavy wooden door echoes.

Feral has posed:
One of the two old doors opens inward, exerting its weight on old and weathered hinges to make for a slow, ponderous pull. The inside of the church is warmly lit by the low sun filtering through stained glass windows and a shock of red marks the threshold as a wild-haired and startlingly muscular woman comes into view.

"Welcome. That's five dollars entry fee," she greets, lifting her chin while leaning into the door she's holding open for Claire.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire is surprised, but she tucks her expression into canting her head forward to look at the woman from below her eyebrows. She notes the accent, tattoo, and facial features and files them away for when she's next talking to her favorite PI. "Not according to the deacon who put in the call for me to drop off these supplies," she says, tugging the top of the bag forward in emphasis, revealing a few IV bags of different concoctions. She puts the point of her shoulder against the heft of the door and narrows her eyes. "Would you like to try that one again?"

Juggernaut has posed:
Coming down the street is a new figure. He's pretty big, which isn't THAT unusual for Mutant Town. Something like seven feet tall. Built extremely broad and thick. Muscles on muscles on muscles. Less common, but he at least LOOKS human. So hard to say if he's a mutant or the like. His own red hair isn't as bright as the womans, and considerably shorter. Wearing an oversized red tee and jeans, his huge feet are in what's probably custom made boots. He tromps along with a casual disregard for anything around him, glancing here and there as he moves. He glances over at the minor confrontation between Claire and Vanya, slowing to a stop out of curiosity, his big head tilting to one side slightly. He doesn't look like he CARES that much. Just peeking.

Feral has posed:
The red-pantsed woman jamming the doorway smiles toothily and laughs as she steps backwards to open a gap for Claire, noticeably barefoot within the church. "Yes no," Vanya replies with an indecisive tilt of her head. "I was on my way out."

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire raises her eyebrows and looks down at the soft pap-pap of bare feet on the narthex floor as the woman steps back. "Are you?" she asks as she steps in and her eyes shift back and forth while she reminds herself of the location of the medical supply drop box. "Seems it's a lot nicer in here than it is outside. Definitely quieter," she says as an afterthought. Never one to let go of old habits, she reaches across to dip her hands in an old and slightly battered bowl of water bolted next to the door at about her elbow height, and she crosses herself while she spares a glance into the sanctuary. She turns to the woman. "I'm Claire. You are...?"

Juggernaut has posed:
Ah, attempted shakedown. That's something Cain can understand. The big man snorts a little as he watches the interaction between the redhead with the accent and the latino woman. He thinks she's latino. He leans on a handy post or the like, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the pair. Not really trying to hide that he's watching them. He's not doing a lot to draw their attention. On the other hand he is massive, so he's usually kind of hard to miss. If they happen to look at him, he just smiles blandly their way and raises an oversized mitt towards them.

Feral has posed:
"Vanya," the brawler answers easily. "I just finished a nice question-answer with the priest," she adds, hiking a thumb towards where the robed man is cleaning a pew. Glancing around back outside as Claire moves out of the way, Vanya grins as she spots a familiar tower of muscles and cranes her head out to get a better look.

"Now what the h*** is he doing here?" she mutters irreverently, moving outside without a second glance.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire blinks and peeks out the door, by now held open with the massive stop-lock bolted into the base and caught on the more than slightly pitted post just past the jamb. "Who's...?" she gets out before her brain puts together the scene. Geez-oh-man, that guy's *big*. "You know this guy?"

Juggernaut has posed:
Cain straightens up when Vanya reacts to him, his brows twitching. He peers closer at the redhead, trying to place her. Hmm. She does look kind of familiar. "Ain't I seen you somewhere before, Red?" He glances up at the nurse in the church when she asks that question. "I don't think we've talked before." He looks back down at Vanya. "You do a lot of shakedowns in churches?" He doesn't sound accusing. Just curious.

Feral has posed:
"This is not the land of Capitalism and taxes?" Vanya asks back in mock surprise as she bleeds in a stronger note of her naturally mild Russian accent. The toothy grin stays on her face as she saunters onto the pavement and suddenly springs towards the Juggernaut, crossing a superhuman gap to latch onto the pole above his head and look down upon the towering mutant.

"Maybe with a little of someone else's blood on me. Remembering a little more now?"

Claire Temple has posed:
"Um, she wasn't..." Claire begins before Vanya makes the jump for the pole, waving her hand to divert the notion of a serious shakedown. Then Vanya jumps for the pole and Claire blanches. She puts the shopping bag down onto a nearby table and leans against the door, her body bladed just enough that she could roll her shoulder back around to shelter in the building if the springing jump has an unfortunate encounter with the... and Claire takes a deep breath as she regards the pair... immovable object waiting just past the steps.

She looks back at the bag and makes a quick mental calculation, then continues watching the encounter.

Juggernaut has posed:
Cain grunts at that. "Uh-huh. Whatever you say, comrade." Then the woman is leaping towards him, and he starts to draw back a fist.... but she just latches onto the pole, and he looks up at her with an amused expression. "Ah, right. You're the one that likes the fights. I think I've seen you going once or twice." If he was impressed by what he saw, he's not showing it. "What're you doing hanging around a god box? Just bored?" He rests his hand on the pole, shaking it a little to see how she reacts. Because why not. He glances over at Claire. "Name is Cain, by the way. How's it goin?" He winks at her. Was it a flirty sort of wink? ...yeah. Kinda. Then his attention returns to the mutant.

Feral has posed:
Vanya may as well be glued on like a certain spider. The pole wavers in submission to Cain's push but all the wild brawler does is wave with it, clamped tightly to the cool metal above him. "Da," she admits casually, repaying the jab with true Russian. She even goes so far as releasing her hands, crossing them beneath her chest as she lets her upper half fall backwards and dangle closer to eye level - supported now by just her legs wrapped around the metal trunk. Rumors around the ring didn't lie; she's still a show-off.

"And you?" Vanya tosses back. "There aren't many things even here that can take more than one of your punches."

Claire Temple has posed:
It's interesting, is what it is, the nurse thinks with a tiny huffed laugh. Just another one of those days, Claire decides, but she doesn't say it. "Going fine," she says without too much pause, tipping her head in something of a shrug with a shot at being flippant. Eyeing the pair outside and satisfying herself that bloodshed was not imminent, she fishes around on her keyring for the lockbox key and makes a quick dash to put the supplies she'd delivered into the tiny storage space before she returns to the door, reusable shopping bag tucked under her arm.

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut leans on the pole, tilting his head. "Well, yeah. I'm just about the strongest guy on the planet after all." Which is a really arrogant to say in a world with people like Superman and the Hilk. Generally that sort of claim can be assumed to just be bravado. "Me? I live in the area. Just passing through. And you? Uh....I forget what your name is, Red." He glances at Claire as he says this, raising a brow. She never gave her name, either.

Feral has posed:
"Tch, such forgetfulness from my son-in-law," the brawler-up-a-pole bemoans as she rolls her eyes up - well, down. Juggernaut gets a toothy smirk. "But I guess it is fitting for the strongest man to be related to the greatest predator."

"And the name is 'Vanya'," she adds.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire's eyebrows shoot up at the look. "Claire," she says, piping up. "I... well, yeah, passing through," she says, figuring that's good enough for now while she's watching and listening. Her mother's and grandmother's piety pinging on her memory, she takes a second to dip her fingers back into the water and cross herself and look back in on the pews and the candlelight before she steps back out of the church, sidling carefully toward a corner of the steps that could let her make an unobtrusive trip back to the subway pit.

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut nods to the redhead, giving her a curious look about the son-in-law thing. Maybe he doesn't get the joke. "Vanya, huh. Sounds about right." Then he nods over to the nurse. "Claire. Nice to meet you, darlin." He steps away from the pole and absently stretches, those muscles he's packed to the brims with straining his clothes briefly. Like him stretching actually made him slightly bigger for a second or two. Probably a trick of the light or something. "Y'know, I haven't gotten in on the scene for a while. You know of anything fun coming up?" He looks at Claire again. "Don't be shy by the way. Feel free to come join in."

Feral has posed:
Vanya continues to hang even as Juggernaut moves away, her hair dangling loosely towards the ground. Her nostrils flare as her gaze idly wanders up and down the towering man's back, and her smirk settles back into an easy grin. "Maybe a wedding?" the brawler tosses out with a chuckle. "I heard how you *$#@ed my daughter, even destroyed a hotel?"

Despite the topic she's raising, the Russian uncrosses her arms enough to wave Claire inward, not minding the company. "And I bet this one knows where to have the ceremony."

Claire Temple has posed:
Despite herself and even realizing that her discomfort knows better by now, Claire comes back in a pace and takes a place in the conversation. She sees Cain's shoulders come back down out of his stretch and blinks, holding back a surprised head shake just to look up at his casual height with her eyebrows raised.

She stops short at Vanya's remark. Really, casually talking about destruction shouldn't faze her in the slightest. She collects herself enough to snort. "Here's open," she says, hooking a thumb toward the parish door. "You might want to arrange to do a nice 'question-answer with the priest' about the whole wrecking the hotel thing, though. They get nervous about unplanned expenses," she deadpans.

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut turns back towards Vanya, brows raising at the feral woman. "Your daughter, huh? Hmmm. Tall lady? Sharp teeth? Tail? Yeah, I remember that. Didn't know you were related. But nah. We're not getting married. I haven't really seen her much since then, actually." He looks down at Claire and grins. "And really, it was just the one room. Mostly the bed." He waggles his brows briefly at the much shorter woman. He glances over at the parish and shakes his head though. "I don't really do churches. We do't...mesh." Whatever that means. It's not like they're aware he's powered by a demonic god.

Feral has posed:
"We don't either, but how many Soviet beasts can be on this planet at one time, huh? She's the right age to be my daughter, so..." Releasing her grip on the pole, Vanya tumbles to the ground, landing with a thump on her feet before standing up and flicking her hair behind her head. "She's moya doch'," the werewoman shrugs.

"You might like my god better. He could put you on your back," she adds to the Juggernaut while hiking a thumb to the runic mark that sprawls the height of her face and glancing provocatively to Claire and the church behind her.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire follows the glance and looks back at the church, feeling a little guilty at leaving the door open while she watches the priest tug it shut from the anchor. "No good reason to be putting anyone on their back, even though not everyone meshes with the place," she says, looking at Vanya and Cain in turn. "So... what? You've got family dating in the local fight club?"

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut grunts over at the redheaded shapeshifter. "I don't know what that means, but if you say so." He focuses briefly on the tattoo on her face, studying it curiously. "Tempting. But that wouldn't really work either. I've already got all the... divine support I need." He shrugs over at Claire and smiles. "Eh... not exactly. Don't worry about it, beautiful." There's something about his attitude that seems... slightly old-fashioned. Like he's not as young as he looks.

Feral has posed:
"Not support, he could beat you up," Vanya chuckles before turning to Claire, then performing a double-take between her and Juggernaut at the man's comment. The brawler's chuckle devolves to a snicker as she shakes her head.

Claire Temple has posed:
Claire quirks at Cain. Well, then. "If you ask me," she allows, "this city gets into the beating people up thing a little too often." She tucks her hands into the pockets in her scrubs. "I'd be willing to bet at least half of what I just dropped off for the free clinic goes to dealing with people beating each other up." There. Professional pride soothed, Claire sighs. She eyes the tattoo on Vanya's face again and squints. Filing away for later.

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut shrugs a shoulder. "Sometimes beating people up is the best solution to a problem. Sometimes, who knows. Maybe people're just trying to make a livin. Or maybe somebody was asking for it. It varies, you know?" He peers down at Claire. "And hey. Sounds like all that beatin gave you something to do today, so there's that."

Feral has posed:
"And it's much more fun than pushing a pencil," Vanya shrugs. "Little injuries are normal. If you aren't getting hurt you aren't living."

Claire Temple has posed:
"Little injuries, I don't hear about. Partially disemboweled? I get a call. Sucking chest wound? I need to pick up a roll of tape. Bullet to pull? I get to grab my kit and make a run on the subway," Claire says, reciting the list as though it's a mantra. "I like it better when there's no question they get to keep living, period. Sometimes my things to do are..." She splays her fingers out in front of her as though she's pushing the argument away from herself. "Look, if you're in the neighborhood, just keep an eye on the place, y'know? Someone'll need the help. Don't let the supplies go to waste, huh?"

She eyes each one once, then twice, before she turns. There'd better not be a black market for citrate bags...

Juggernaut has posed:
Cain considers that a bit. "Well, I guess. Some people choose that type of life though."He digs into a pocket, and pulls out a card. Just his name, and a number on it. She may or may not be able to figure out who he actually is from the full name later. He leans over, and tucks it into one of her pockets. "You seem like a nice enough lady though. Gimme a call if you ever need anytthing." He smiles at her. "And I mean anything." Ah, the subtlety of the Juggernaut flirting. He glances over Vanya. "And you, lemme know next time there's a thing, yeah? I'll make an appearance, wow some people."

Feral has posed:
Vanya watches the exchange with amusement and tucks her hands behind her head. "Yes, I'll just shout 'hey Juggernaut!' on the street and see if you can hear that. Maybe if I get matched with someone made of metal again. Metal is no fun..." the brawler grumbles before looking back to Claire, still giving the less physically imposing woman proportionally less attention than the enormous man beside her. "Sure. If I see someone breaking into a church I will use it for some exercise. Maybe I'll be lucky and it will be gargoyles..."

Juggernaut has posed:
Juggernaut considers for a time, then pulls out a second card and passes it over to Vanya. "Good point."

Feral has posed:
Vanya glances only for a moment at the card before handing it right back. "No phone, big guy."

Claire Temple has posed:
The handle catches Claire's attention, and she gives the card a considering look... then the discussion of people in fight club being made of metal and getting exercise dealing with church break-ins gives Claire her cue. She waves and starts walking away, backwards, waving to the pair before she crosses the street to go back to the subway station. "I'll let you know if I'm around and need anything," she says from the near curb before she goes.