[ locked out of her apartment (the elevator is down, too), gaby hits the streets, face shielded by a large rimmed sunhat and huge sunglasses because girls from the 1960s are always prepared for the end of the world. this isn't nuclear fallout but it's close enough. it quickly grows too hot for her jacket, but gaby doesn't shed it, keeping her skin covered from the sun beating down on them all. the heat doesn't seem to be bothering her much (she is a liar) and she strides through the streets with purpose, neatly avoiding the groups of police and soldiers marching about.

she sticks to the poorer parts of town, toting sunscreen to the people that might not be able to fetch it themselves and helping people fashion ponchos for their children out of sheets, keeping them covered up with with room to move and breathe so they don't overheat. people that are already overheating will find a cool hand on the backs of their necks and a blue grow through her dress, gaby's fingers coated with ice that does the trick to cool them down for a fleeting moment before the ice melts in the heat. but then they have water, so it isn't all that bad!

she'll offer the same to any else she meets on the street, displaced or otherwise, sunscreen and a human ice pack, offering also a handful of places to tuck themselves away out of the heat. ]

The grocer's at the end of the block, they have air conditioning. You should stop there to rest.

[ she will also stop by the safehouse fill the sinks with ice and scrawl a note in lipstick on the refrigerator, because she has had enough of this no paper life: ] IF YOU NEED ICE, CALL GABY TELLER.

[ very quickly she realizes that she casualties are going to be too many to handle, whether from the heat or from the number of road accidents or from the trail derailment. there are too many bodies and not enough people to move them when there are other, living people to worry about. it's the nature of triage, but with the rising heat... the bodies are going to become quite the mess.

which is why caroline and gaby appropriate bedsheets from an already abandoned department store whose doors are wide open in order to cover up the bodies. it is the least they can do for those who can't be saved and hopefully it will contain some of the... mess. she has no qualms shoving a bundle of sheets in someone else's hands and ordering with brusque authority, ] Cover those bodies.

[ she does try to help with the actual rescuing as well, but it becomes clear rather quickly that she is better in a support capacity; keeping people cool and calm while she waits for someone else to do the heavy lifting. she's very small. ] There's one over here!

[ the one in question is a woman roughly gaby's size with her leg caught between two crushed train seats, unable to move, and gaby is unable to pry the twisted metal apart on her own. ]

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