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Canon AU ~ Clarice and Bill beginning

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There was a flash of magenta light and the shadow of a woman flying through the air at a rather high speed. What world had it been? 739? Mutants Everywhere Planet, let's stop a serial killer because the Talus said so planet.

A super powered serial killer who had been rather hard to hit, much less hurt, especially with the team down several members. She'd been able to create an opening, at cost, for the others to take, but now, well, she was bleeding. And dizzy. And oh, that was a knife in her shoulder, huh, what if teh cops had needed that for evidence..

...right back on track. The talus had flashed, they'd been getting ready to leave and the partner, the killers partner that the Talus had told them NOTHING about had come careening in with a scream. Her lower arm ached, dully. and trailed more blood from where she'd lost the Talus. It had been ripped away and she'd been shoved through a half-formed portal. Not a fun ride.

By the time she tumbled to a halt she couldn't tell left from right, much less what world she was on. There could have been snipers in the trees and giant mutant snakes rearing to strike at her and she'd have just said 'Wha?'. She was...hitched up against a tree. Nice tree, yeah, she was going to...pass out now.

Yep.

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"Color doesn't matter so much as the ability to move in it." She tilted her head, probably evaluating his clothing. "How well does it move? Is it tight? Does it catch and snag?" Probably things he hadn't thought much about?

She a strict 'must be able to kick over my head in this outfit' policy unless she was undercover or something.

"...does it get cold enough here that the sleeves are actually necessary?" Oh, realization..."My dress probably got cut huh?"

That... is a whole lot of questions about things Bill has never really thought about.

"Uh... "

Yep, Bill's a guy who's primary wardrobe concerns are, does it fit? and does it come in plaid?

"It gets the job done? We do a lot, an' it'll stand up to most of it. We got shorter sleeves for the summer time, but fall's got goin', an' it'll get pretty cold come winter time."

With an apologetic look, he shakes his head.

"Pretty sure they probably ruined your clothes."

The cold wasn't so much a problem. Cloaks were easy to whip up, and they allowed for a lot of free movement if one knew how to wear them properly. She'd contemplate sleeves though, see how things went. "It's alright. That wasn't the original anyway, I can always make another." But it did mean she had no actual clothes to her name now, which was a little awkward.

"Back to the uniforms though. Can you lift your hands over your head?" She wanted to see how the sleeves moved at shoulder and wrist! "Then some kicks?"

Bill gave her an Look that both asked 'are you serious?' and said that he wasn't about to do any of that.

"We can find you somethin' to wear when you're ready to go. An' if you prefer makin' things, I'm sure my mom or someone can help you out with material an' all."

Her ever-so-innocent return look probably meant she was a little serious...but not much. She'd just have to watch him avidly when he moved of his own volition wouldn't she? "It really would help me understand how clothing in this world is suppose to drape." That was definitely a teasing tone though. She miiiight be on the very of laughing at his expression.

"I can work with anything really. I'm good at adjusting, it just won't end up very fashionable. I'll remake my dress on my own though, it's a thing. Mine, what I am used to wearing, and really what I should be wearing if I ever do leave here."

"As long as you aren't naked you should be good," he said, holding up his hand.

"There's a craft store in town, you can talk with the lady there, an' get what you need."

Whatever she wanted to do about a dress was fine wit him, so long as he wasn't too greatly involved.

Riveted leather collar and shoulder rig, green silk from said collar waterproofed and weighted at the hem to drape properly and serve as a secondary weapon if necessary? Some day he might get to hear more about her dad. He'd decided long ago that his little girl needed something...girl like...and he had no clue about girls. She loved the dress really.

"Ah, another question, what's the nudity taboos here? I mean, not actually nude, but what is considered improper? What's considered too short, or too tight and the like? Are there laws?" As a law enforcement officer, he'd know right? "I know in some worlds all flesh to the chin needs to be covered, in others they live in ripped shorts. Everyone."

Bill was beginning to wonder how much she said was for real, and how much was just messing with him.

He really couldn't tell.

"There's no laws 'bout what you where as long as you ain't showin'-- stuff."

He made a vague, slightly embarrassed gesture to torso, then coughed into his hand.

"Look, just-- just look at what other folks are wearin' an' you'll be fine."

Beat.

"Except for streakin' Dan. He's the model of inappropriate."

Not a bit just now! Hulk-world had been...very green. And full of shorts.

She followed his hand gesture, amused, then arched an eyebrow "Bellybuttons?" She was assuming no bikini zones but hey, it was fun to say anyway. "I'll look them over, I promise. Just figured that since you seem to want to sit here I could ask." and since she didn't get a decent answer, she'd ask other people!

"Oh dear, model enough to have earned a NAME for it? Describe him so I'll know not to listen to any of his advice." Ah, yes, grinning now.

"No, I meant-- y'know what, nevermind. Just people watch, I'm sure you'll get it."

Her grin earned an unamused look from Bill (that was just the tiniest bit amused and trying to hide it).

"He's the guy who runs around without any clothes. At all."

And Bill's one of the guys who gets to chase and tackle Dan when he's out streaking about.

"Yes sir," she snapped a precise salute, cheerfully, at the order. Why not after all? "People watching I can certainly do, and I'll pay special attention to the torso area." Apparently shew as one of those who dealt with her hellish life by...being overly cheerful and having fun when possible.

"Ah, so, naked guy running. Don't strike up conversation with him. Is he more trustable when clothed?" What? She liked talking about naked guys. They were of personal interest to her.

Bill felt like facepalming, and nearly did, but managed to restrain himself.

"He's fine when he's wearin' somethin'. He's a hassle when he ain't. Talkin' to him is fine, just don't give him anything t'drink."

Because that's when the clothes start coming off.

Hey, she'd count tonight a painful, painful Win if she got him laughing! Smiling would be a nice shiny bronze medal though. "Ah, that would involve having drinks to give him. And the willingness to annoy you and yours by starting a naked man tackling competition." Which she wouldn't.

Honest.

Unless people were really bored and started it. If someone else was starting it, well, fun to go along?

Maybe.

"He as cute as you?" Best to know ahead of time if he was say, ninety and a prune.

What about blushing, did that earn any points? Because there was now a bit of heat creeping up into Bill's features; a side effect of being called cute.

"No, he uh-- I don't think too many people would say so."

Like most streakers, Dan was the sort no one really wanted to see naked, and wished they could forget when they had.

Trying to recover, Bill shifted on his seat, and coughed into his hand.

"But yeah, we got all sorts in Wheelsy. You stick around long enough you'll get to know 'em all."

"Ah, one of those. Yeah, don't think I'll even talk about drinks near him then." Grinnnning now! Grinning so much! Because, well, Bill was blushing and it was always fun when cute guys blushed. And, really, she hadn't meant anything by it but, well, he was cute.

Statement of fact.

Never hurt to say so.

"I'm a quick study, I'll learn quick!"

Bill was very aware of her grinning, but said nothing about it and studiously ignored meeting her gaze until he was sure his features were a bit more under control.

"There's more'n a few folks who'll talk your ear off, so it ain't hard. An' if you got any questions about anything you can feel free an' ask me, I'll help out best I can."

Yes, an adorable man who knew when it was easier and safer to just carry on! True, she wasn't looking for romance or anything, but it was a lot of fun to look and tease. Plus, well, she was drugged.

"They can't be worse than Morph, trust me." She grinned, picturing the faces her teammate would be making right about now. Though, knowing him he'd be just as likely to be running around in a nurses outfit right now. "Man wouldn't know the definition of 'Quiet' if you stitched his mouth shut. I'll probably be alright unless some odd social quirks come up."*

Bill just didn't have much practice taking compliments like that, and was perfectly willing to chalk it up to the drugs.

"Well I'm glad you got experience with loudmouths, 'cause there's more than a couple you may be dealin' with."

Scratching his chin, Bill can't quite stifle a yawn, and catches it with his hand.

"That'll all be fore later, though. After the doc says you're okay t'go, and we get you settled. For now, I think you've got some recoverin' t'do."

Obviously the way to help him with that would be to compliment him mercilessly. Mwahahaha.

"One of my teammates would have been very content as stand up comedian." Very content. Every vigilante had dreams right?

Naturally the moment he yawned she did to, it being contagious and all. "And you should go get some sleep to. I won't run away in the night. I'm going to curl up right here with these nice blankets and sleep I think..."

[ooc: Toward fade and maybe new post?]

"Nah, I'm the sheriff, we don't get to sleep," he joked with a tired smile.

"If you're goin' to turn in, though, I'll leave you to it. If you need anything, just use the call button there an' someone'll come in."

Standing up, he tucked his chair back against the wall.

"You have a goodnight."

He wasn't going to just leave, of course. He'll take up his post outside the door and let her rest.

He believed her, and didn't think she was going to be any trouble, but his feeling wasn't going to be enough to excuse him from his duty. Once it was proven that she wasn't a threat, then he could let up.

"Sheriff's totally get to sleep. They are righteous and earn it and such. It is the villains who get no rest." She smiled and twiddled her fingers at him in a goodbye. "So try to do so at some point. I'd hate to think someone helping me resulted in exhaustion."

That said she started futzing with the hospital blankets, getting them situated...

...yeah. She ended up stealing the blankets and sleeping curled up in the darkest corner of the room. Much as she may have liked the folk she met, they weren't her team and that meant it wasn't safe to sleep in her annoying subconsciousness. So. Dark corner, tight ball, mayyyybe armed with a few found pencils and such.

Oh yeah, the hospital staff were going to love her.

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