Log:Wards and Paint

The Madness of David Flyte 2020/04/13 	 Grimm Radical|Connor Cartesian|Randal

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After getting out of the hospital, checking on Carpenter, and getting a proposal from the Gentleman all in a short time, Gabrielle finally makes it out to check on Randal and Connor. She's in a different disguise as she's dropped off by a Ryde driver. As a taller brunette, more in her mid thirties, dresses in a cardigan, t-shirt, and jeans, she walks up to the front door and knocks.

Randal comes to the door after a few seconds and he opens the door. "Hello? Can I help you?"

Grimm smiles and says quietly, "Hey, Randal. It's Gabrielle. I wanted to check on you without leading any more trouble to you."

Randal quirks a smile. "You know...that disguise won't fool the creature trying to use you as a gateway." He opens the door, "C'mon in."

Grimm sighs and laughs. "I know. But if his followers are looking, they may not realize it. Unless Flyte's still lurking." She steps inside.

Randal nods. "If Flyte is still around some place, he apparently speaks to the other world, which means, he'll know. But I'm not that concerned. I've come up with some plans after what happened last time."

"Oh?" Gabrielle asks, giving him a cursory look over. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry about getting you dragged into this more than you already were," she says guiltily, her disguise melting away once he closes the door. She looks very worried for him.

Randal smiles. "I'm fine. Don't you worry about me. I've been at this longer than you, young lady."

Grimm chuckles. "I know, I know. But...you had your powers then. And I'm really sorry about your house. Maybe I can make that up to you someday. Or help out with the repairs."

Randal waves her off. "The way you can make it up to me is to get that rift healed." He smiles, "C'mon. I've already gotten it mostly repaired. There's some painting and the like to do." He uses his cane to lead the way toward the back door.

Grimm smiles back warmly. "I'm working on it. Well, Connor's working on it. He thinks something he was working on may let him fix this." She follows alongside him as he leads. "Where is Connor, by the way?" she asks, game to help with the painting.

Randal smiles. "Out in the garage. Apparently there was some damage out there, too. He's looking at trying to create some magical wards around the whole grounds, or at least the house. He'll be back inside in a bit." He gets to the back door, and it looks...pretty good. Sure enough, some paint is needed. "I had a contractor come out and do the work. Insurance covered the damages."

"That's a good idea. I don't know much about warding, so I don't think I could help. My mentor, Frankie, is more experienced with that." Gabrielle looks at the state of the repairs. "I'm glad they got that all handled," she smiles. She was worried there'd still be holes in the doorways. She looks around for the paint supplies and gets ready to help.

Randal chuckles. "Not intending to do painting just this second. But maybe in a bit. All in good time. Maybe some tea first?" That's when Connor comes back across the yard from the garage/barn, and comes back inside. He smiles. "Gabrielle. Hey there. How are you?"

Grimm was raring to go, but she nods to Randal. "Sure, I guess I'm just eager to make things right. Tea sounds great." She turns her head to smile Connor's way, raising a hand in a little wave. "Hey. A lot better. Still a bit stiff and sore, but the docs at the hospital patched me up pretty good. Randal was saying you were setting up wards?"

Connor nods. "Well, looking at doing o. It's going to be some work. I'm more planning than anything. Measure twice, cut once, right?" He smiles.

Grimm nods and smiles. "Yeah, true. I know she didn't seem all that friendly, but Frankie may be able to help with that. And if you're using rituals to set them up, I learned a bit. But I'd have to have a book to help me. What warding are you setting up?"

Connor nods. "I'm inclined to not open up Randal to anyone else knowing who he used to be. Better safe than sorry about that, I think. Mostly I was looking to bar magical creatures from crossing hte threshold."

Grimm nods and looks guilty again. She says more quietly to Connor, "I know Randal's forgiven me--or wasn't upset with me to begin with, but I should apologize to you. I never wanted to put your uncle in danger. I...I should've been more careful somehow."

Connor smiles, "No need to apologize. I knew what I was getting into, Gabrielle. Don't forget that."

Grimm smiles. "Yeah. I know you both do. I just wanted to make sure you knew I'm sorry that Randal got attacked along with us. I know he means a lot to you. Enough to stand up to me when you didn't have your harness on." She hasn't forgotten his words from that day. "Anyway...Randal's making some tea. You in?"

Connor smiles and nods. "I appreciate the sentiment. But...well, as we said before, you're family now. And...well, I think you know how seriously I take how family is treated." He gives her a wink, "Sure, some tea sounds good."

Grimm looks a little surprised. Not by the family part, but how he implies the same protective sentiments towards Randal may apply to her. She smiles. "The...the feeling's mutual," she says with genuine feeling. "But I'm not calling you Uncle," she says lightly with a grin. "C'mon," she adds as she turns to head to the kitchen.

Connor chuckles. "Yeah, don't call me 'Uncle'. I still do find that awkward." He follows Grimm back twoard the kitchen. The water is already boiling by the time they get back there.

Grimm laughs at that. "I don't think that'll change anytime soon," she teases as they step into the kitchen. "They did a good job on repairs. It'll be good as new once we get it painted."

Randal smiles. "Yeah, the contractors did a nice job. I'm quite happy with them. They had done work on a couple of friends' homes, so I had a couple of good referrals."

Grimm nods and leans against the counter. "Anything I can do to help prep the tea?" She looks over to Connor. "And how's the progress on your device going? I imagine it should wait until the wards are all set up and secured."

Connor shakes his head, "Nope...it's higher priority than the wards. If I get that done, this problem is over. Well, aside from Flyte being on the loose."

Randal grabs some tea bags and pours the tea for everyone. "What you can do is wait three minutes for it to steep. Well, three to five minutes."

Grimm chuckles at Randal and nods. "Okay. That I can do," she grins. She looks to Connor and nods. "Yeah. Though if the book's gone and the rift's closed, hopefully he'll be manageable. Then I got to figure out what to do about Lereau."

Connor nods. "That's a second hurdle to get past. You need to get past this first one before you worry about Lereau."

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