Kitty Winter is moving towards something (towardsomething) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-06 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kitty winter, olivia moore |
Who: Kitty and Liv
What: Randomly running into one another, Liv has GamerBrain
When: Early June
Where: Near random music studio
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
It was one of the times when Kitty wasn’t running some errand for Sherlock or something for the case, and she wasn’t scheduled that day for her volunteer work, which meant that when she had wanted to get out for a bit, she ended up at a local music studio where there were practice rooms for rent, violin in hand. Of course, there was only so long she could stay in the practice room as renting meant two hours but that would be enough for the day.
Finishing up, Kitty packed up and headed out towards a cafe that was next to the studio, when she noticed Liv up ahead.
“Hey.” Well, she could be friendly in her own way. She liked Liv and it would probably be good to interact with people on a more, well social level as opposed to just professionally. It was clear that she and Sherlock were going to be in the area for awhile now, which meant making connections.
Despite the fact that she was now a zombie Liv was still trying to live her life as normal as possible. Working in a morgue helped. Her new look fit her career in a twisted way. The pale skin, the platinum blonde hair. And then there was the fact that it was a steady food supply. She didn’t have to go out hunting for brains, didn’t have to feel quite as bad about eating them either. She was able to help each victim get justice by receiving visions from their life.
The morgue was always a busy place. Especially in Orange County. Liv was always autopsying one body or another. The serial murder wasn’t making things any easier. Hopefully Sherlock, Kitty, and Joan would be able to catch the guy soon and she was doing her best to help. However right now she was on another case, and she needed a pick me up.
Liv was heading out of a cafe large cup of coffee (half filled with hot sauce) as she headed back to the morgue. That was when she heard and well spotted Kitty. “Hey,” Liv replied with a nod. “I was just thinking about you.”
Living as normal as possible was definitely an important thing. Kitty had of course read about the changes that came about from the dreams, but never really interacted with them though she at least was used to Liv’s appearance and change from the work their collaboration on the case. Her dreams were far more normal now. Besides, she had her own scars of branded skin to know about the changes. Definitive proof for her and Sherlock really as neither would have believed it otherwise.
As Liv mentioned that she’d been thinking about her, Kitty just quirked a brow.
“I don’t know if that should make me worry or not.”
Probably not, but she wasn’t the most social of people so usually if someone was thinking about her, it probably had to do with a case, and given their work? It either meant a new body or… well, Kitty didn’t know.
As fucked up as it was, it was somewhat of a good thing that Kitty’s scars let Sherlock and Kitty to believe about the dreams. Not that Liv knew about the scars but still. If they didn’t believe in what the dreams could do there was no way they would believe that Liv actually had visions. The whole zombie issue? Well she hadn’t shared that with either of them and she wasn’t sure if she ever would.
“Nope,” Liv assured taking a sip of her spicy coffee. “I was just thinking about all the bodies in the morgue.” Of course only a few were from the serial killer. “And how I really want to catch that fucker.”
Zombies were a bit much to take. Even as Kitty kept tabs on the network and saw talk of werewolves and vampires. She wanted to believe people were just insane but then she remembered the scars, knowing there was no way someone could have snuck in that night. Kitty wasn’t the heaviest of sleepers and Sherlock had been around. It was painful, but had done the trick. Even as she continued to work to overcome the trauma.
Nodded some as Liv verified that there was no real reason for her to worry. One could never be too certain in the line of work they did and then the county. Not that Kitty put much thought into it. This place was mad, but it was apparently becoming home. Though she couldn’t quite place a time when the medical examiner was quite so fond of such language.
Right. Well. Stress, not in the office. Could have something to do with it.
“We all do.” Sighed. Serial anythings left a bad taste in her mouth. Her father here. Her rapist and captor in the dreams. This killer. The amount of serial offenders in general. “Guess that makes sense why I’d be on your mind in some way.”
That was a fair point. Someone would have to be pretty messed up to not want to catch a serial killer. Or a serial killer themselves. But that was enough work talk for now. Hard to do considering how much it consumed their lives. But Liv tried to keep some semblance of a normal life, not just the acting human when she was a zombie aspect either.
“Yeah,” she gave a small nod. “So what are you up to?” she asked as she took another sip of her coffee.
There were plenty of people who might fit the bill of messed up to not wanting to catch a serial killer. Kitty was not one of them. But cases did have a way of taking over lives. There was so much to figure out, people who needed to be put away…. Trying to hold onto something that was normal and just...not entrenched in that mire was a good thing. Which was what she’d been doing herself.
At the question, the Brit held up her violin case. “Practice. Music studio rents out practice rooms.” While (in theory) she could practice at the flat, Kitty preferred the music room because she was less likely to be distracted by Sherlock, he was less likely to be distracted by her, and it served to get her out of the house for a bit.
“I didn’t know you played,” Liv commented. When did she have the time? Liv had a feeling Sherlock kept her pretty damn busy. No matter how consuming a case got it was important to keep up with hobbies and passions though. Keep your mind sharp. Like how Liv was currently itching to get back to her apartment and play StarCraft. But that was more due to the brain she was on than Liv’s own actual passion for it. Which she had a feeling wasn’t exactly the story for Kitty. “I’d love to hear sometime.”
Sherlock definitely kept her busy, especially lately in his own way of protecting her. But it seemed that the mindless errands that really could be left for him or until later had eased up and that was time she was able to get back to her music or volunteer work, though that one also filled the group time that she had in the dreams.
“Mm. Went to school for it. Still keep up with it when I can.” There was more to it, but that tied into a life she had decided no longer existed for herself, from before she had changed her name. However she also refused to let that stop her from actually enjoying her music either. Her father wouldn’t take everything from her.
“Who knows. It could happen. Wide variety and all.” While she mostly kept to her classical music, she did regular band and karaoke as well. “What about you? Any hobbies outside of work?”
“How’d you go from playing violin to working for Sherlock?” seemed like a bit of a drastic change. Although Liv got career changes but at least ME and surgeon were both in the medical field. Violinist and PI seemed very different.
As for her own hobbies? Well Liv never had any. She had always been all about school and work. Never had time to pick up an official hobby. “Not really,” she said with a shrug. “Although recently I’ve gotten pretty into video games.” Very recently. As in like a week ago.
That was the question, wasn’t it? “Life. Was working for the police doing transcriptions, got into a disagreement with them on a case, Sherlock overheard, thought I had the right idea. Was on the right path but wrong in my suspicion but it was enough that he decided to take me on as protege.” Both worlds, really.
Nodded some as Liv mentioned that she got into video games recently, “Huh. Guess it’s easy enough to do and not like it requires much time commitments and you can do it on your own time. Or.. something.” Since it really wasn’t her type of thing but hey, to each their own.
That sounded like Sherlock. At least from what Liv knew of him. He had been impressed with her own autopsy skills but made comments that showed he knew his way around a dead body. Perhaps even more than her. Probably more than her. Sherlock had been solving crime for a hell of a lot longer than Liv had been a ME especially considering it had only been few months for her. However, she had studied the human body for years.
“And you’ve been with him ever since?” It was a guess but Liv had a feeling it was an accurate assumption. It wasn’t Liv’s thing either. At least usually. But as of right now? Yes definitely her things. “Exactly. Perfect way to relax, plus there are tournaments.” Which was why the poor dude whose brain she was on had been murdered.
“Yeah, pretty much so.” It was maddening at first and she wasn’t sure if she’d stick around with it. But then the two had ended up saving each other in their own way (and without ever acknowledging such a thing, because really now). And here she was. Each was protective in their own way, never in saying as much but in the way they were around one another, how they treated one another.
It worked for them and that was what was important in their partnership and beneath it all, friendship.
“Huh. Is that so?” Sounded familiar. Kitty was pretty sure she’d heard as much around but she’d never paid it much attention.
“Yeah,” Liv confirmed. “Although I certainly don’t have the time to enter one.” She had a job that took up way too much of her time. Not to mention soon enough she’d be on a new brain and video games would have no interest to her once again. “But anyway I should let you get back to Sherlock. Or whatever.” Liv had no idea what Kitty was up to nor was it much of her business. Honestly, she just wanted to get back to her apartment and play some StarCraft.
“Fair enough.” Yeah, having time to actually do things in this line of work was often complicated. And very rare so she could understand that fact. Still, there were things to get done now and she nodded, “Yeah. See you around then.” It wasn’t like there was much to say. So with a wave of her hand, Kitty started back on her walk to the brownstone.