Who: Seth and Jess What: Serendipitous Meeting Part Two; Or, More impulsive actions lead to less strange friendships. When: The Monday after the Reaver plot, when everything's just starting to get back to normal. Ish. Where: The warehouse Jess is currently camped out in Warnings: None that I know of?
Seth couldn't believe this whole business.
People, the same as everyone else, taking over the city for nearly three days, nearly tearing it to pieces, in fact. Almost the entire Creation population put out on the streets by...well they had to be their own kind, didn't they? Twisted to the point of inhuman and beyond any recognition as otherwise, but even so, the vast majority of the city's occupants didn't throw fireballs through the windows or scale the walls as if they weren't anything more than sidewalk. No, they were definitely Creations, although exactly how they'd gotten to that he had no idea. It definitely wasn't like anything he'd run across before.
He had taken to the street that morning after the majority of the ruckus had died down, curious as to how the city had fared in the aftermath, and the truth was that even with the destroyed buildings and overwhelming government presence...things went on. The papers said little (although knowing how those at the top tended to work he couldn't really say he was surprised), and people went about their business, the whole thing glossed over as if it were nothing. Just another day.
Although given the growing population, perhaps it was in fact just another day.
As he walked, he eventually found himself in a different part of town than he'd expected. He had originally intended to make his way back to his apartment, however he found that he'd ended up turned around somehow, and was currently standing outside a large, nondescript building. Warehouse, to be completely accurate. Out of curiosity he approached, testing the door cautiously before ducking inside; it wasn't as if he had much else to do with his day, it would only be picking up the rubble of a largely empty and sparse apartment anyway. It wasn't as if he really had much of anything that would have been destroyed. Nothing that wasn't replaced easily enough, anyway; he was a wanderer by nature, he travelled light and tended to avoid accumulating too much stuff.
Inside he found a number of people milling about, likely refugees of the weekend's chaos. He nodded in greeting at a few as he passed, trying to look as if he belonged, picking the brains of the ones who looked more on top of things in an attempt to glean a bit more information before moving deeper inside the space. As he made his way though, he came across one area that seemed to have been sectioned off, filled with makeshift beds as if it were an infirmary or barracks, and this area he drew closer to out of curiosity.