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[action at Kate's apartment]

[tongueamok]

[Knock knock, Kate. Guess who it is this morning, holding some papers in his hand and looking as put together as he can be, given he's living in a murdercave.]

yes good

[dedikated]

( What, is this her eviction notice? She's been quiet, okay. But Carlisle knows her schedule well enough, probably, by now, to know that he's caught her before she leaves to work herself to exhaustion, to stay busy long enough that she doesn't get bored or start dwelling on that entire murdercave and they're being chased by robots trying to kill the glowclouds keeping them alive thing.

Which is to say that Kate answers the door with her hair half-styled - one half of her hair in a tight braid, the other hanging loosely over a shoulder - and a cup of coffee in hand. Crappy coffee, but still. )

What's up?

( Eyes flicking from Carlisle's face to those papers, brow raising slowly. This is not how she expected her morning to go. )

I missed their interactions, let's be real.

[tongueamok]

[His tone is polite, albeit slightly curt -- you know, the Carlisle way of being neutral when something is weighing on him.]

I have lost all my students in this place, and I was hoping you could place these at the Clinic.

[He offers her the papers: they look like applications.]

hard same ;;

[dedikated]

( She takes them, scanning the page before saying anything. )

Sure.

( It's not a big deal. But, if you want students, there's a very effective way in the city: )

Making a post on th' network about it?

( People pay attention to things there, more than they might simple applications. )

[tongueamok]

I... suppose I could.

[Said with all the confidence of someone who does not want to do that.]

[dedikated]

( You know that flat stare Kate likes to give you when you're being daft, Carlisle? You're getting it now. )

Easiest way to broadcast that you're looking for people.

[tongueamok]

[Try as he might, he withers ever so slightly under that stare.]

I mean, I'm not looking for many people. Maybe just one who would be willing to help the Clinic.

[More than he does, obviously.]

[dedikated]

( Okay. But- )

It's still the easiest way to find that one. Be specific.

( The phones aren't that scary. Hell, you can ask her for help if you want. )

[tongueamok]

[They are very scary, Kate.]

Does the Clinic have many healers these days?

[dedikated]

( Hm, that's a good question. )

Seems like there were quite a few turn up recently.

( Either in her absence or just as she turned up again. )

[tongueamok]

Good.

[Then they don't need help, and he doesn't have to bother with applications and students and the network—

But this isn't about all that, he reminds himself.

He stands there awkwardly another second.]

Well, I'll leave you be. Thank you, Kate.

[dedikated]

( Well. She'll post these in the clinic as requested. )

Sure. See you 'round.

( She'll have to drop by his place sometime. It's only a few flights down. )