Owner	Pose
Caitlin Fairchild	St. Patrick's is one of the largest Cathedrals in New York. built in a classic Neo-Gothic style. The towering skyscrapers nearby eclipse some of the grandeur of those high spires, but nothing can detract from the artistry and architecture of the old building. Adjoining the Catheral proper is a smaller outbuilding used for community services, though the two are so closely connected they functionally serve as a single building. It's here that Caitlin Fairchild can be found, helping to unload boxes of clothes and toys from a moving van. The redhead is wearing modest, loose-fitting jeans and waterproof brown workboots, and a thin fleece vest in pink over a purple turtleneck shirt. She picks up a fair-sized crate with no visible effort and walks it from the back of the van over to the service entrance. "Caitlin, I can't believe how many donations your community has pulled in," the deacon says with a marvelling expression. "I think your parish may end up being our biggest fundraiser." "It was nothing big, Mr. Murphy," Caitlin assures him with a beaming smile. Her curling red hair is bound back in a ponytail with a cute blue barrette. "We just pass the plate like everyone else." She sets the crate down and brushes her hands against her thighs, then drops her voice to a lower register. "Has anyone found Marcie yet?" she inquires in a hushed voice. "I heard on Facebook her family reported her missing. It's so sad, I hope she's ok," she says, fretting her lip.
Sara Pezzini	Pez has her usual off the clock wear on, and a santa pin in her hair because that's the most she'll get caught up in the Christmas spirrit. Killers don't celebrate it. Why whould she? She's got her badge in her pocket though because somebody thought she'd be an easy target, filled their pants when they figured oh snap, I just tried to mug a cop. And got to be the butt of online snark for awhile. Pez has brought her own crate of things. Toys, clothes, books, food and things donated by her Homicide colleagues. Sara's even been out buying stuffed animals. Oh the ribbing she got for that.....but she sets her crate down and nods. "Hey" she says with a look around before kneeling by the crate. Ah her jeans can be washed, sure. And her boots have seen worse. There's a little dried blood on the boots, too, and a scuff mark on the back of her hands, like she was digging through trash or something dangerous before coming here.
Caitlin Fairchild	"Not yet," the deacon tells Caitlin. He gives her a sorrowful look and squeezes her arm. "But you're a good girl for asking. I'll let you know if I hear anything new." He smiles at Pez when the woman approaches, and his eyes light up at the box. "Welcome to St. Patrick's, I'm Deacon Murphy," he tells her. A phone rings inside; he glances over his shoulder and gestures at Caitlin. "Caitlin, would you mind helping her? I'll be right back." He mumbles an excusal and heads into the building, and Caitlin flashes a smile at Sara. "Really busy around here," Caitlin clarifies, to apologize for the deacon's withdrawal. "I'm Caitlin. That's a real haul of goodies! Are you donating those to the charity?" she guesses. "I can help carry it if you'd like."
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods, "Sure thing. I'm Sara" she says and her badgge is visible. She looks to the crate, the dried blood, badge and scuff marks on her hands a giveaway she's a cop. And she's not in a uniform, so.... "Of course, let's get the crate in here" Sara says, though she's trying to hide that 'look' homicide wears when they've been working a crime scene, which Sara was as herr phone rings for a moment. Excusing herself Sara answers. "Yes? Pezzini, the lab results....okay, thanks. Alright. Do you want...no I'm at Saint Patrick's, but ask. You already did? I'm guessing that was a 'no'" Sara asks, "Okay, hey, before you go can you start Vice, Arson, and Traffic on collection drives? We got our crate and I took it over. Tell the Vice captain and Narcotics they're slacking. Alright" Pezz says hanging up. "Sorry about that, work called and I'm trying to do fifty things at once" she says as she pats the crate. "Shall we head inside with it?" she asks. Sara's hoping the media don't leap on the positive ID. She was the one working Marcy's scene after all.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin stoops and lifts the box onto her hip with little visible effort. The outfit she's wearing is pretty modest but it's hard to hide a visibly athletic build like hers. "Sure thing. I take it you're not just here on social business?" she asks with a concerned tone. They head into a storage area stacked with storage boxes and she starts unpacking Sara's crate, inventorying it on a form as she goes and sorting clothing out from toys or canned goods. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overhear. Are you looking into Marcie's disappearance?" she inquires. Her voice lowers a bit and she glances at the door. "I mean, if you can talk about it. I don't want to get you into trouble. I know how the whole 'classified investigation' thing goes. I'm a friend of her cousin's, she goes to the Sacred Heart parish-- that's my church," she clarifies. "But you know how the rumour mill is."
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods "We found her in a dumpster, the lab ID'd the body" Sara says gently. She nods and is going by the 'media broadcast it so it is fair game' argument. "We know what happened to her but not how. That's the hard part" Sara says and looks to the crate. "I'm trying to get everyone in the NYPD to join in donating" she adds with a smile. "I did my best" Sara adds and looks pleased, "I work Homicide" she ads and shows her badge, "It's a tough job. Somebody's got to do it. I don't get much time for church with work and things sadly. I probably should" Yeah right. Like the Witchblade would let her go to church...
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin covers her mouth in shock. "Oh, Lord." She makes it sound more prayer than curse. "I-- I hadn't heard," she admits. Tears well in her eyes and she turns back to her work, trying to focus through a sudden blurriness. "I guess word hasn't gotten out yet. Poor Theresa. She's got to be heartbroken," Caitlin says sorrowfully. "I met Marcie a few times. She was so sweet. Always liked singing in the choir." She exhales heavily. "Sorry. Not.. super professional," she apologizes, and vaguely gestures at the emotions on her face. "I hate this city sometimes. I just wish people could stop being so awful to each other." "I should ... I don't know. Make Theresa a casserole or something. Bring her dinner, I don't know," she mumbles, clearly feeling defeated.
Sara Pezzini	Pez nods and sighs, "Look, focus on your work and distract yourself" Sara says hearing a car pull up. Another crate's delivered. "Thanks Rob" Sara says, a cop in uniform bringing it out. "Hey Pezz, you alright?" he asks as Sara nods. "When you get off work come help out here. They're slammed" Sara advises, "Actually, call captain Kelly, get him over here. I know he's off today and tonight. And tomorrow. So, putting corpses aside...whhat do we have?" Sara asks. The cop, Rob's helping sort through on his break, too. More hands ald all that. Sara offers a prayer for Marcy too, and looks to the crate. "Hey Rob. You get dispatch to join in. I went up to talk to them. Got shooed away by some rookie with a badge. Told him who I was, he crapped his pants and went running to my boss" Sara saays, Rob opening the crate the uniforms brought. More toys, books, and this one's heavy on the food side of things too. Plenty of soup cans and wrapped bits of meat, too. And a food hamper arrives with a 'from Pezz's boss' label on it, too.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin winces at the word 'corpses' but doesn't weigh in as the officers get to sorting out the next batch of goods. She directs them on what goes where and continues to document things with rapid scratches of her pencil. "Wow, your precinct really brings the Christmas spirit," Caitlin comments during a lull in the conversation. "Lots of really happy people this season, I'm sure." "Do you come to St. Patrick's, Sara?" she inquires of the officer. Her tone's polite but tentative as if she's concerned with offending Sara's professionalism by addressing her so informally. Even if she is off-duty.
Ivory	If there's a list of things that Ivory isn't, religious is probably number 3 or 4 after "binary" "grumpy" and "normal". Because they were swapping gender more often than socks, usually happy and... well, turning into a cat was anything but normal. But St. Patricks Cathedral was more than just a place for worship, it is an attempt to immitate the light and style of the cathedrals of France. A little bit of Notre Dame de Paris - in the latest iteration that is. A little bit of Cologne Cathedral. And that was what brought her here: the style of he building, the ethereal look of the pillars, the illumination... As they close in on the church, they have a sketchbook with them, a couple color pens sticking out from the winter coat's pocket.
Sara Pezzini	Pez nods, @emit Pezz nods. "Yeah we do. We set up a tree. Somebody decided, without being the smartest in the room, to steal the tree. The whole damn tree. Did I mention it was in the lobby of our precimct and they left the gifts?" Sara adds joining in the cataloguing too and sorting through things. She looks to Cait again. "See" she says sending up a prayer for Marcy, "I hate this city at times, I hate how cold and cruel people can be." That's rich coming from Sara, and more importantly, the Witchblade.
Caitlin Fairchild	"That... sounds like an office prank, more than anything else," Caitlin tells Sara with a wry expression. "Stealing the tree and not the presents? Maybe you should check out some of the local precincts and see if anyone's acquired some decorations that don't normally belong to their offices." Motion out the corner of her eye in the cathedral directs her gaze towards the artist walking through the cathedral proper. With all the side doors open to facilitate the charitable giving (and also to keep the stone building relatively warm), the sprawl of the donation processing is equally visible from the front ranks of the pews. She waves and flashes a friendly smile at Ivory.
Sara Pezzini	Sara shakes her head. "I know who it was. You're right, it was an office prank that went well" Sara adds with a nod theb notices movement and offers a wave and a smile,her other hand deep in a crate pulling out stuffed toys, food and everything else that's in it.
Ivory	As Ivory slips in at the front doors of the church, they stop and look over the mass of stuff, then backtrace and look over to where the people were loading the truck with stuff. Didn't she know those? That... was that officer, right? "Sorry, is the church closed today because of something?" they finally ask.
Caitlin Fairchild	"Closed?" Caitlin shakes her head. "No, not at all. If you're here for morning mass, it was at six AM. I'm just staying around to help sort out stuff for our annual diocese charity drive. Are you looking to volunteer?" she inquires, hopefully. The tall redhead hugs her clipboard against her chest with a loose folding of arms. "I mean, I'm not trying to bully you into it," she adds hastily. "But you're more than welcome to if you like, there's always sorting to do. Or, er, I could just leave you be to do some sketching," she says, lamely. "I'm Caitlin. This is Sara, she's with the NYPD." A gesture is made at Pezzini.
Ivory	"Eh, Morning Mass? Na, I was just looking for a calm and dry spot to find inspiration... Volunteer?" they ask somewhat puzzled, brushing through their white hair a moment. "Sara Pezzini, right? I remember. Murder, right?"
Sara Pezzini	Sara grins, "Ah we met before, and you do a great job with clothes" Sara adds with a smile, asking what Ivory's been up to? She nods to Ivory. "Right, got off work an hour ago. Rough night" she adds, not rehashing Marcy's story more for Caitlin's saake and sanity. Especially sanity. Especially right now.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin nods gratefully at Sara. She starts to speak, then blinks. A little light glimmers in her left eye. "Oh, crabapples," she mutters. "I'm sorry-- I have to run," she apologizes. "Looks like there's a little work issue. I've got to run uptown and hitch a ride to work." "It was really nice to meet you, Sara. Hopefully I see you around again." She smiles at the detective, then nods apologetically to Ivory. "And I hope you find some inspiration!" she tells Ivory. With a wiggle of her fingers, she bids them both farewell and hands off the inventory to another volunteer before heading out to the parking lot with a brisk step.
Ivory	Ivory nods as she looks around, waving Caitlin a goodbye as she shoots. "Well, What you need volunteers for anyway? I mean, you got an awful lot of stuff here..." With a gesture, Ivory waves over all the items in the area, shrugging. "Some kind of... Christmas bazar or something? Or presents for those in need?"
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods, and with Cait gone she can speak more freely. "I was working a murder scene earlier, that poor girl" she says meaning Cait, "Knew the victim. So our officers have rallied around in other news, it's the charity drive" she adds and carries on sorting. Though without Cait, who is going to catalog it?
Ivory	"Uh, that is tough... I mean, for her..." Ivory notes, looking over the area with a sigh. "So, where do we start? Just sort the piles?"
Sara Pezzini	Pezz nods, "I feel bad for her, ya know? It's like okay, bad enough her friend died, but the media got a hold of the story and ran with it" she says and nods, "Yeah sort and catalog the piles, the diocese is taking donations" she adds with a look around. "I'm trying to get different bits of the PD to chime in. Uniformed cops sent things over, Homicide did. Trying to get others is like herding cats" Pezz admits. She looks to a stuffed cat andd smiles. "You're easy to herd. You go on that pile"
Ivory	Ivory nods again as they start to look at one of the piles, picking up some things to carry them over to the right ones. "Herding Cats? Oh, I know very well how hard herding cats is. After all, Cats don't have owners, they have servants. Everythign belongs to cats." They chuckle as they look at Pez stacking the plush onto the right pile. "Sure she's right on that spot? She sits below the doggo."
Sara Pezzini	Sara smirks, "Ain't that the truth" she adds with a nod. Sara knows it. Cats own the world. Sara knows it, and she digs through the crate she's by too, the crate's half full as well.
Ivory	"After all, cats are at the top of the foodchain!" Ivory notes as they move the plushie up to sit over the dog on the pile, chuckling a little before picking up a few more items. Stuff for the art piles. They know at least some there. "All that stuff gets like... bazared off and the money to the church?"
Sara Pezzini	"Indeed" Sara points out. "Charity drive, makes money" she saays, approving of the cat placement. Digging in the crate more, Pezz finds a bottle of water and adds that to the food and drink pile too. "No more stuffed animals in there" Sara nods.
Ivory	"Just asking how it's supposed to work. There's like some types. Charity auction, charity bazar, just gathering cash..." Ivory notes as they stack stuff into the right boxes before returning to go for the next one. "A pitty, Kitty up there needs more servants to sit on."
Sara Pezzini	"Kitty goes atop the stuffed animal box then?" Sara asks. Mind fully off of work and murrder now. It's out of her mind. So she starts on another crate, the food hamper being sorted through swiftly. Looking to Ivory, Sara grins. "So, what you been up to?"
Ivory	"Working on the collection for Summer next year. I'm rather late with it to get it to Oracle Inc. Fashiion is usually more than half a year ahead..." Ivory notes as she rips open another box to sort it. "Let's see... Books..." she mutters, picking up some to bring them to the stack over. "Is that a legal code?! They all look the same..."
Sara Pezzini	"No clue" Sara points out and is digging out cans of soup....making a soup pyramid. She's tempted to throw something at it. Sara's not /that/ vindicrve mind, but she's certainly trying to figure out where to put everything. "Oh the books? I just catalog them and sort. See" she nods to a soup can pyramid, "Think I'm getting this"
Ivory	"Needs to be Campbells." Ivory teases as she returns for another load of books to bring them over. "These are rather heavy... Who brought that box here, The Hulk?" They're not super strong, that's sure. The only thing that seems to define them is probably that magic ring to their blood.
Sara Pezzini	Pezz shrugs. "If the Hulk brought the boxes, just a Monnday in New York" she muses with a grin. Sara's totally okay with this. "Want help?" she adds, leaving the soup can pyramid. "Think we'd get in trouble for that lot not being Campbells?" she asks with a nod.
Ivory	"No, it'd just be perfect for Art." Ivory snorts as they point to the box. "Be my guest, grab a couple. Their stack is right here. Sure, Hulk's like Monday's, but I mean, whoever carried that box must have been huge."
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods....and lifts a box. She's strong. Witchblade strong. So she looks amused and carries the box over. "QSo where you want this box?" she asks, happy to cede to Ivory on this one. She sets the box down and begins going through it, too. She nods and settles into a routine of pull, catalog, hand back in box.
Ivory	Ivory chuckles and helps in cataloging the box quickly before moving to the next so they could get on. "You should requisition some people to do this if you can," they tease. "I mean, I am sure that something is in these crates that is stolen from a crime scene and now you're looking for it, aren't you?"
Sara Pezzini	"You jest. But it's happened before" Pezz points out with a nod. "You just gave me a great idea. hang on" Sara adds and winks, pulling out her cell. "Hey, yeah it's Pezzini. Can you give a message to Narcotics? Cap's needed at Saint Patricks. Charity drive. I got told to requesition some people, my first thought was you guys...great, see you when you get here" Sara grins with a wicked, wicked grin on her face. If Ivory's paying attention, she'll notice Sara never actuallyy called anyone. She's just playing along with the cat's idea. Though her phone does ring. "Pezzini. You are joking. But no, seriously, c'mon over. We're doing the charity drive.Got a friend helping me" Pezz nods. "Okay, later" she adds, and looks amused. "So I faked calling Narcottics. They called back cause Rob called em. I swear he can hear you from out in the lot, Ivory" Sara grins.
Ivory	Ivory snorts at Sara as her phone rings, tapping their own nose before grinning. "Someone seems to have a guardian angel. When you try to tease the cat designer and make them think Narcotics is unreliable, they call you and show they're more than reliable!"
Sara Pezzini	"I'm still talked about by them. Homicide is all fuck it's Sara. Nra. Narcotics is all hey we miss Pez" she giggles. Apparently, NYPD's got a tug of war with her. She's firmly in Homicide though. Mostly because, hey, hey, that's her thing now. "Too reliable" Sara adds with a smirk. "Then again. They're good, so can't fault 'em. Yeah, a six thre3 former football playyer who washed outta the NFL after two yers and joined the NYPD, and farts during briefings to pis the sarge off" Sara shrugs. "I heard your tales, Rob, You're gunning for a detective job. You'll get there" Sara calls.