truth, justice, and fire safety - 01 - around town

[silver_lined]

WHO: Kal and you! Kal and a few folks...
WHAT: Kal's made arrangements to meet a few people: might as well get that done!
WHERE: Kal's home, the fire station, around town
WHEN: End of May, early June
WARNINGS: none so far

Kal's spent the month remembering and it's been one hell of a month.

Now, though, now that he feels like he's got his feet under him (and maybe, a purely metaphorical cape settled squarely on his shoulders), it's time to start moving. Doing. Following up on those feelers he's been putting out and getting some things done.

Between his errands, his work with the fire department, and a few odds and ends around town helping people out where he can, he's been busy. But it's felt good. Incomplete, not quite enough... but good.

[ ooc: you can find Kal just about anywhere you like and if you'd like a specific starter (Clary? Alec? Chase? Bueller? just lemme know and I'll set it up for you! ]

Comments

[bastardofipswich]

It's a good question, and Chase doesn't have much of an answer to it. He just shrugs his shoulders and ventures with, "I don't know. Everything? Actual cities with millions of people? And Hollywood's there." He could be a famous actor, you don't even know.

...

Yeah, it's pretty clear that Chase doesn't really know what he wants to do with his life. He leans back against the kitchen counter, watching Kal for a moment before he actually starts to help with the cleanup. Don't tell Sam that he can be helpful sometimes.

"And what's not to hate? Come on. It's so small and suffocating. I don't know how you like it here."

[silver_lined]

"What makes it suffocating?" he asks, quiet and settled and his voice stays low and smooth. He's not interrogating Chase, and he's definitely not questioning that he feels suffocated. He's just trying to figure out why and how. He won't argue small, but there's a matter of perspective between cramped and cozy.

[bastardofipswich]

For once, Chase goes quiet before answering, actually considering his words instead of running his mouth with the usual complaints of boredom and stupid peers. How can he talk about all that he's thinking and feeling when he doesn't even know how to talk about his abilities? Or even if he should mention them at all.

"Just... knowing the most I can amount to here is being a big fish in a really tiny pond. A puddle. Why would anyone want to stay here?" He looks at Kal curiously and adds, "What made you want to?"