Times & Measures (2015)

[Claire Gallows]

November 17th, 2015
2:17 AM
Caelum Manor

Many times, if you try to cram two people into a closet, it ends up a rather uncomfortable affair. But if you're talking about Claire Caelum's closet, this is certainly not the case. As it stood, Claire and the other man may as well have been a world away for all their closeness. Clothing littered the floor amongst hangers and shoes but both parties were fully clothed.

"Go over the scene at Serah's with me again, Rem," Claire said as she pawed through another rack of garments, pulling this and that out and tossing it aside when she deemed it unfitting to her needs. Remigio Trevisano shifted his weight from foot to foot, watching his boss try to find just the right outfit.

"Tellin' ya, there wasn't a scene because it was burned to nothin'. Nada. Just ash. Fast spreading fire and real hot to do that," Remi said with a shrug. "What about that black one?"

"So, similar to all of the other fires that have been destroying the city. Wonderful." Claire rolled her eyes, sidestepped and plucked a short black pleather dress from the rack and held it up. "This one?"

"Pretty much. Doesn't look like there's any stoppin' 'em." Remi said, glancing down at his communication tablet. "Yeah that one," he said absently. A frown slumped his beard. "That's no good. Firebombing at Armstrong Machine and Tool down in West End."

"Mm, I wore this one to the Governor's Cage Match, but it might work," she said as she set it aside in a pile of "Maybe"s. The latest news prompted her to look up. "***, really? Steve's gonna be pissed."

"Says, Efforts by firefighters and volunteers have kept the blaze contained to the single property and adjoining parking structure, but despite the tenacity of the emergency services, the fire still rages. Just minutes ago the structure collapsed into itself. The owner and operator of AMT, Steve Armstrong, was said to have still been in the building and is unaccounted for." Remi read quietly, his mouth working over the Common words slowly but clearly. Claire stared at him.

"God damnit..." She scrubbed her hands over her face and thought for a few moments. Noct would know what to do in a situation like this, but he was a world away in Lucis, likely sound asleep. Think, Claire, think. What would Noctis do at a time like this? "Remi, get a couple guys down there. See if anything can be done to help. Dispatch sentries to all holdings and vital locations, including DGO and Shadow's dojo. Guard status only, do not engage unless the property in question is threatened."

"Got it, boss," Remi said, tapping the order into the tablet. A new blurb popped up and he growled, poking at it to see what it wanted since it had covered what he was doing. He took a few moments to read, then looked up to Claire. "And what shall we do about Seaside?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, quirking a brow.

"Things are getting real froggy there, rockets...fires...it's on lock down." Remi explained, turning the tablet around to show her the image of a hospital burning. Claire swore quietly under her breath.

"Heavy armor sentinels for holdings in Seaside. Dispatch the medical team and their escorts. I want Doc to run that. Do not engage the parties in question, only protect. Call Gio on the way out, let him know we'll be offering the same protections to any who request." She said, setting her hands on a nearby shelf with a sigh. Rhydin was burning but at least she had the relative safety of the manor outside of town.

"Roger, will comply." Remi said and turned for the walk in closet's door. He paused and looked back at her. "Really, go with the black one." With that he took his leave.

[Claire Gallows]

January 4th
6:15 AM
Sassy Owl Saloon

"Hey boss lady?" It was Remigio Trevisano coming in through the front door of the Sassy Owl Saloon. Claire looked up from pouring more bits of cereal out on Alex's highchair tray and quirked a brow.

"Hey Rem. S'up?" Without looking down, she managed a deft catch of a thrown sippy cup. She set it back down on Averia's tray and waited for Remi to lay out what was on his mind.

"Thought I'd stop by and let ya know about what came through the scanner earlier... Couple of explosions down in Dockside took out some crazy cultists..." Remi began. Claire rolled her wrist, to gesture him into continuing. Out with it, what should she be caring about. Remi shifted his weight from foot to foot and continued. "Lot of displaced survivors needin' assistance."

"Okay... so, dispatch what we can spare, prioritize any children, pregnant women, or elderly." Claire answered, as if this were every day business. In Rhy'Din, it kind of was.

"Also, somethin' else I thought ya'd be interested in. One they say caused the 'splosions while gettin' people out was Lieutenant Turner." Remi said carefully, watching the pink haired wonder as she slowly registered what he just said.

"You sh...crapping me?" Claire asked, catching her language just in time to avoid dropping a bomb in front of the kids. They were perfectly oblivious it seemed. Remi shook his head.

"I wish I was. How d'ya wanna proceed?" He asked in return. Claire contemplated for a few moments. While Serah and Mach had broken up, he had done her a solid a time or two. And even though they weren't together anymore, Claire didn't think that Serah would be too thrilled to hear that something bad had happened to him.

"Find out where he's being treated and make sure he gets the best. I'm sure he'll be fine, but also try to make sure he doesn't go punching anyone's doctors. You know?" She chuckled wryly and leaned back on the booth's bench seat.

"Sure thing, boss. He's at RGH. Want me to send him somethin' pretty?" Remi cut a teasing smile much to Claire's chagrin.

"I don't think he's the flower type. So we'll pass there."