@eugene.hicks

[preseance]

( text, at least, obscures some of the discomfort he has at the idea of postin' like this. he ain't quite sold on the whole thing, but... better than nothin', an' he ought to make himself known on account'a the medic work anyhow. )

I hope this message finds y'all well.

My name is Eugene Hicks. I'm a veterinarian by trade, but I was a medic with a paratrooper infantry division in what those from Earth may know as the Second World War. Whatever gives us the source of our powers has seen fit to grant me some small healing ability also.

I've heard that medical personnel are in short supply, so please don't hesitate to seek me out should there be a need. I'm in residence at the safe house for the time being. I don't hardly care if we disagree on all things great or small or if you think it's a bother, it ain't.

Also, if anyone knows a decent pizza joint hereabouts, I'd appreciate being directed to it. Does the future have Coca-Cola perchance?

Thank you very sincerely for your time,

-EPH.

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[preseance]

Well then, it's settled. Just as soon as you'd like, I can come on over and whip up a pie.

[chocolateries]

You can come right now? Or tomorrow. Or any time. I'm sure [Bad username or site: caroline @ forbes] and [Bad username or site: hope @ mikaelson], they're my awesome roommates, would love to try the pie, too.

[preseance]

I am speaking with Miss Forbes presently, actually, though I've not yet met Miss Mikaelson I am certain if she is anything like the two of you gals I imagine I will enjoy her company just as much.

I can be on my way in about a quarter hour if that suits.

[chocolateries]

Perfect!

[ she sends him a pin for their VERY SWANKY PENTHOUSE APARTMENT because caroline is the mvp. YAY FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

-> action;

[preseance]

( it takes him a little longer than a quarter hour to find the place, though his familiarity with new york an' all its sundry methods of transport do surely come in handy here. he does stay on a stop too long an' then decides to just walk the distance rather than double back around, but in any case he arrives a short while later, makes it up through the apartment security an' knocks politely on the door. )

[chocolateries]

[ it's the swankiest apartment, i cannot stress that enough. how three teenage girls came to possess a penthouse is anyone's guess (cassius), but here we are. silena sweeps open the door with an easy smile, stepping back to welcome gene inside. ]

Come on in, I've got everything set up in the kitchen. You can put your shoes there.

[ another gesture at the mat by the door. silena is a Neat Freak, she can't have people tramping dirt around her apartment, their little vacuum pet already runs twice a day. ]

[preseance]

( feels odd not to be wearin' his corcorans. he's all but lived in the same damn pair of jump boots since the war, an' kept 'em after. he's had 'em resoled but twice, but the damn things are still near as shiny as the day of their issue. but he slips off the pair of shoes he's found here that fit him well enough and takes off his jacket as well. both are put just about as neat as you please by the door, the latter toed into a neat little square an' the former neatly hung up.

neat freak meet southron hospitality. gene whistles a little under his breath as he takes in the apartment, smoothin' down his hair which is just now gettin' a touch longer than he likes. )

Beautiful home you've made yourself here, Miss.

[chocolateries]

Thanks! It's Caroline's, really, but she invited Hope and I to stay here.

[ and she let silena help decorate because she was very firm in the idea that is be all of their's together. there are a lot of teenage girl touches -- too many throw pillows, so many strings of fairy lights, soft blankets and soft rugs across the buttery soft faux-wood floors. a cocoon of softness and tidy to the point that it could be in a home & gardens magazine spread.

the kitchen is just as neat and bright with supplies already laid out on the counter and two glasses of lemonade waiting because silena unfortunately cannot recreate sweet tea, though caroline had tried to describe it in detail.

silena gestures to the counter like a girl from price is right. ] Voilà! I didn't know if you needed white or apple cider vinegar so I put them both out. We also have malt vinegar for my french fries.

[preseance]

( it's so far outside anythin' he's ever seen (owin', perhaps, to a dearth of teenage girls bein' a fixture in his life at any point in it) that he finds himself oddly charmed. it's like some species of fairy tale, how he imagines a princess might decorate a tower she's consigned to. his attention is on those sweet little clusters of fairy lights right up until she points out the kitchen accouterments, an' then he blinks at the line of supplies. )

Huh. How about that.

( it's said mostly to himself, as he reaches up to adjust the brim of a hat he ain't wearin'. )

Ah... apple cider's well an' fine, that'd be the one I prefer most myself. It was very kind of you to get everythin' set up like this.

[chocolateries]

It's no trouble.

[ she likes feeling helpful and making other people feel at home. if she can make someone smile or feel comfortable or have a better day its a tiny spike of that rush she got whenever she was around charlie. ]

[preseance]

You say that now, just you wait until you see the mess I'll make when fightin' with the pie crust.

( he's a fair hand at bakin' an' cookin' an' all that, but lordy does pie crust hate him somethin' fierce. ain't never figured out why. it was one thing his momma's ghost never passed along to him.

but enough about that. he jumps right into the prep work, quick an' efficient-like. it's clear he ain't shy about this manner'a work, for all that it was thought to be a woman's prerogative back in his relative day an' age. he don't really bother about specific measurements, simply addin' things by feel an' sense. though at one point — )

Don't suppose you've got any vanilla on hand, huh?

[chocolateries]

[ as he works, silena pushes herself up to sit on the counter, watching the spices and ingredients he puts together so she can recreate the recipe later. adhd was a pain with recipes, frustrating her to no end before she realized she could just memorize her dad's recipes. ]

I can help, you know, [ silena mentions, passing over a bottle that is labeled artificial vanilla essence. she'd tried it once before adjusting the flavor to 100% real vanilla sourced from somewhere in the caribbean. ]

It tastes like real vanilla, I promise.

[ she is perfectly happy simply watching him bake, for the record. ] My dad was a chocolatier. I grew up watching him in the kitchen.