Welcome to Gaia! ::

Rook passed Jeffery his coat, looking to Roxy.
"Sure you're in good enough shape to go with us, Roxanna?"

Rook nodded, stepping outside of the apartment, Lou drawing the hood on his duster up, Maya presuambly McGuyvering some kind of rain gear to keep her dry.

Kat glanced back at Omar as she reached the door. "They'd have to have someone with a specific power of tracking. A possibility, yes, but we've been making precautions where we can. At the moment it's only a temporary base. Jarred and Marcus were going to search out something a bit better."

She opened the door and stepped in, "Roxy, I'm back. Miss me?" She followed with a short whistle, looking around for Rex. "Make yourself at home, kid. I'm guessing it's been a while since you've had a chance to relax, at least from the size of that storm." She paused to slip off her shoes, setting them by the door. "Hungry? Jarred was supposed to pick up some food stuffs at some point. I can check the cupboards and see if that happened."

He hadn't, though he would be before long, so read the text Kat received.

Omar unzipped his jacket and placed it aside, the black-beater that he wore under it was already dry. He watched as Kat came back into the living room. He raised an eyebrow at her question. "What do you mean by "whats my story?"He was puzzled by the question she had asked and he did not know how to answer it.

Omar laughed a little when Kat fully explained what she was trying to ask."Now that's more specific" Omar thought a second and took a deep breath and exhaled. "I have a cousin here, but most of my family in Cuba or back in Miami. And nah I'm not a runaway. I lived in a city full of violence and tainted with drugs. I got in trouble with the law numerous times, almost killed or got killed in some cases. And I spent most of my time in residential. So when I got out at 17 I got my G.E.D and packed my s**t and left Miami. Got here a little over four weeks ago, got my apartment, and two jobs working as a busboy at a Latin restaurant, and as a bouncer at a night club. That's my story Chica"

Kat suddenly remembered Rook's comment on Olivia, and glanced a moment around the sitting room, before assuming Olivia was down the hallway or in another room. "Hey, Liv!" She shouted, "Rook wants you to head outside with the others." She then leaned back, noting Jarred had sent a text message about bringing food, and relaxed against the couch.

"Sounds peachy-keen, Omar." Kat said with a nod. "The whole storm-power details aside. Seems like a lot of jobs though, saving up for something special?"

((Weird time paradox.....but off to Jeffery and the krieger incident here))

"You get a chance for sleep in all of that? I mean hell, no point in a roof over your head if you don't get to enjoy the shelter now and then." Kat smiled, "I was never one to hold a job for very long, myself. Though to be fair, a slider on the run doesn't get many points for stability."