Re: Peiquok Town Hall
Shiva, Kaci
A woman in her late thirties, dressed in a red and white checkered dress with an apron in front passes Kaci, then pauses, turning her attention back to the young medic. Kaci will recognize her as Mrs. Shaffer, or Cally. If Kaci grew up in Peiquok, she would be familiar with the Shaffer twins, Cally's daughters, though neither appear to be present and accounted for this morning.
"Have you seen my girls?" Cally asks Kaci, her worry admirably contained. She leads Kaci toward the wall, near to Shiva. Shiva will recognize Cally as a waitress at the best (and cheapest) corner cafe in Peiquok; having been searching for a job here, she will probably have had several instances of interacting with the woman, if just to order food for herself.
Cat, Cara
Meanwhile, a bald man sits himself between Cat and her puppy, and the blonde with the guitar. He holds out a bundled pile of newspapers to the white-haired teen, nodding to the chocolate lab. Neither woman will recognize him, but he is fairly tall, caucasian though tanned, with a trimmed auburn-coloured beard. Dressed in a well weathered leather jacket and denim jeans, he looks like he spends more time outdoors than in.
"Surprised they let you bring that in here," he admits to Cat, his voice sounding melodious behind the gruff. Maybe he doesn't talk a lot. Glancing to Cara, he asks, "you planning on rushing for freedom?"
Jen, Melissa
As if on cue, a man in the same uniform as the young lady strolls up behind where Jen and Melissa are sitting and standing, respectively. He's also caucasian, with short-cropped brown hair and green eyes. He raises both brows, though he only nods greeting. His posture is relatively relaxed, though he still means business. "Is she alright?" he asks Melissa, nodding to poor Jen who seems to be breaking down. The embroidered label on his fatigues reads 'Dyer'. He holds the rank of Corporal... which doesn't mean a lot, but it may mean something.
Morgan, Xetia
Though nobody approaches either woman, yet, there are other people milling around the room. The dark-haired woman has finished serving coffee and tea and has gone back to the main doors, guarding them with some other men and women in uniform. Xetia can spot one or two other people of high standing, like her, one is texting (or attempting to) on her cellphone, the other is exchanging a few words with an extremely harried looking soldier.
Morgan can see another woman with a grim look listening in on the main gaggle of women, here, she's probably not much older or younger than Morgan is herself. She looks weathered, tough. A young family is speaking anxiously amongst itself -- a man, his wife, and a boy of about four. Morgan is close enough that she can hear the man speaks in accented english; he appears to be telling his wife that all will be well if they simply pray...
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