479/A Lot Of Catching Up

A Lot Of Catching Up
Date of Scene:	13 March 2020
Location:	809 - Karita's Apartment
Synopsis:	Karita and Andy catch up on new members, spirit and upcoming investigations.
Cast of Characters:	Karita Landry, Andy Katsaros

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Karita Landry has posed:
Karita's Apartment, time frame - later in the afternoon. Karita's apartment is filled with the lingering scent of burnt popcorn and sage. The two do not mix well, and as a result as one is assaulted with the burnt smell, they're likewise then overwhelmed with the heavy scent of sage. As for Karita? She's flopped onto her bean bag, a favorite spot, and is idly waving her hands about, 'talking' with her quick motions, as well as her voice to her visitor.

"Sorry about the popcorn, again, it's difficult to keep out all of the spirits wanting to talk, or get their story known, or whatever." As she 'speaks' with her hands, Karita's fingers move upwards to run splayed through her hair, the strawberry blonde waves tumbling about her shoulders as she speaks. "And this rush of Genoshan dead just swarmed. SWARMED. So I had to sage, and then I forgot about the popcorn, and well.. anyway." Karita just shrugs, helplessly.

Andy Katsaros has posed:
With a noticeable wrinkle to his nose, the lanky form of Andy Katsaros glances briefly about the apartment, as if to look for visual evidence of either the burnt popcorn or the lingering sage smell. They're both prevalent enough that it seems they may actually be visible, anyways. "You should have texted me to bring over some Febreeze..." he comments idly, taking off his coat and lowering himself unceremoniously onto the sofa. "Unless," he adds an afterthought, "The Febreeze would counteract the Sage. Which would be interesting... But, then you'd have to sage again." He twists his lips to one side in thought, before the idle musing passes.

The graduate student then runs his long fingers through the curly shock of dark hair on his head, settling in to his seat and getting a little more comfortable. "Sorry to hear about the, ah, influx, though... I can only imagine how..." he searches for the right word. "Desperate? Some of them might be. I mean... the whole country. In some ways, you can't even process it." Andy lets out a small breath then, before adding a bit of dark humor to lighten his words. "Keeps the coffers full at all the churches, though, I'll bet."

Karita Landry has posed:
Flopping further back into the bean bag, Karita's form is stretched outwards, legs dangling down, head resting on the back, arms upwards and outwards on each side of her. As she gazes at the ceiling, her nose wrinkles upwards. "Since the moment it happened, I've had to keep like double the saging up. The herbal shop owner down the street is thinking I'm performing some kind of seances, I've purchased so much sage from her of late."

With a quick motion, Karita's soon lifting herself out of the bean bag to draw towards the open window, casting a gaze down at the city scape below. "I guess you can't blame them, really." She begins, shaking her head to and from sending waves of strawberry to billow around her back. "They don't have a clue what happened and they're just wanting to get their last wish, word, or whatever out. Had a cook here when the paranormal meeting was about. All he wanted was to have his calzone recipe made and eaten, never had the courage to do it in public all this time. He was happy with the results, I think."

Turning back about, Karita's mouth purses downward. "The new girl is pretty freaking awesome, by the way. I'm eager for you to meet her. Marly."

Andy Katsaros has posed:
Staying put on the sofa, Andy watches as Karita gets up and crosses the room, his eyes keeping track of her form while she looks out the window, her back to him. "Well, if she's not prepared to have people performing seances with her goods, she shouldn't be running an herbal shop," Andy quips. He seems like he might also crack a little wise regarding all of the last wishes that the girl is being asked to help with, though he lifts his eyebrows a bit at the mention of the calzone recipe. "You had home-made calzones?" he asks a bit incredulously. "Kari, you should have told me, I would have shown up for that!" A short sigh is let out afterwards, along with a lightly muttered, sour-grape-toned, "...Eh, I bet the guy was like, Russian or something and his recipe had like beets and cabbage in it..."

Andy shakes his head with a bit of a rueful grin, presenting the good-natured expression to Kari when she turns back around and focusing back in on the conversation. "Marly, eh?" His voice only sounds politely interested - despite Karita's frequent attempts, Andy hasn't shown much interest in regularly attending meetings or functions of the paranormal society, only really chipping in when there's some religious expertise needed. He gives Kari's words a proverbial bite, though, smiling a bit more. "So, what makes her so awesome?" He pauses a beat, the grin broadening towards teasing proportions. "Is she cute and single?"

Karita Landry has posed:
"Hn." Comes Karita's verbal response to the last question, nose wrinkling upwards with the tone. "Cute, yes, single - not sure. She's asked me to ... " A slight pause as Karita's words stumble one over the other. "This get together tomorrow night." Karita's words continue to stumble one over the other as she draws over to one of the actual chairs and flops down. "Her father died very tragically, he's a nice sort though, had me shock Marly with a saying he use to tell her." A wry grin spreads itself over Kari's expression then, as she lifts both legs upwards in the chair, sitting 'yoga' style with her hands on her knees.

"I think she's going to make a great addition." Tilting her head to one side, Kari's gaze flickers towards Andy. "And just so you know, the veggie calzone was not made of beets and cabbage, in fact I made two different kinds, with the meat one filled with all manner of meaty eating things."

"Hey, I got word back from the family in Jersey who's having 'ghostly' woes. They're wanting us to come sooner than later, you should come, meet up with Marly." Karita shrugs her shoulders ever so slightly.

Andy Katsaros has posed:
There's a twinkle of satisfaction in Andy's eyes at the way Karita goes 'hn' and wrinkles her nose. The expression is joined by his continuing smile, though his features turn a little more serious as the girl starts to detail the gathering that she's been invited to and how it's clearly got her a little nervous. "A get-together?" he echoes, curiously. "Like, what kind of get-together?" He blinks once, then, a possibility flashing into his head with a small amount of alarm. "Oh, wait, she's not going to try recruiting you for a sorority, is she? The entire Pan-hellenic scene is just a giant pyramid scheme."

He watches a Kari adopts her yoga-like position in the chair, keeping his gaze on her as she talks and he responds. "Mm. Keep talking about food and your fridge is going to be empty before I leave," he mock-warns with a light smile. He lifts an eyebrow then, head turning just a bit. "The Jersey family? Wait..." his face bunches together mildly as he searches his memory. "Was this the one who keeps hearing what they think are satanic chants coming from their basement?" Andy nods then, mostly to himself. "Yeah, what the heck, count me in. And I'll meet the new blood too." He pauses a beat before asking idly. "So what's the saying the dad had you recite?"

Karita Landry has posed:
"Oh, y'know, I'm not sure exactly - it'll probably end up being a Tupperware party, and you KNOW how rowdy those can get, I'd want back-up as well." Karita is a bad, bad lier, her gaze flickers around, her voice rushes, and as a result she's an absolutely terrible poker player. She also changes the topic, instantly.

"Feel free, Tom took most of the calzones, but there are a couple left over in the freezer, can't tell you if they're veggie or meaty, but they're yours if you want them." Karita's also quick to continue onward about the other issue. "Yeah, the ones that have all the chanting, items moving, fears that their son is possessed. Usual lot."

"I'm glad to hear it, I'm still getting the date down with the family, but they're pretty spooked. It's probably raccoons in the attic and a rotten teenager." Karita's tone is matter-of-fact, they've run into so many in the past, it's simply the way things are anymore. "Though I'm sure Ang will find demons and monsters in the basement." Karita's eyes roll upwards as she says the last.

Andy Katsaros has posed:
As soon as there is mention of leftover food that is available for the taking, Andy is up and off the sofa, making a bee-line for the fridge. "Tupper-ware party. Right," he states flatly as he starts open up the refridgerator. "You're a terrible liar, Kari," he states plainly, bending forward to root around until he finds the leftover calzones, peeking under the tinfoil that covers them before sealing them back up and pulling them to freedom. "But. You know that. And you also know that everyone who knows you knows that. So..." He turns to face the girl, a quirk of a grin turning up one corner of his mouth. "Go ahead and keep your secrets. I'm sure I'll find out all about it later."

Andy nods then at the confirmation of the spooked family details. "Bad plumbing. Old radio picking up stray Ham signals..." he rattles off a few more likely culprits, smiling. "But yeah, if Ang is joining us I'm sure that there will have been some demonic cult that used to meet in that house and summoned some creature from Hell before it consumed all their souls..." Whereas Kari rolls her eyes, Andy just chuckles at the absurdity of their club-member, shaking his head a bit. He starts to fix himself one of the calzones then, offering to do the same with another for Kari as the topic turns to what movie the two might be watching and it isn't long before the food is warm, the movie is chosen and playing, and the night moves on.