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pineslog2017-04-10 05:50 pm
royalpassport) wrote in pineslog2017-04-10 05:50 pm
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.
Who: Jefferson, Cassian, Rhiannon, and anyone who feels like visiting the tea shop.
Where: Go Ask Alice
When: Any time in April, barring events.
What: An open catch-all log for goings on at the tea shop!
Warnings: N/A, just put them in your comment headers as needed.
[Open]
The town seems livelier these days, owing in part to everybody's recovery from the recent plague that went about. And a natural outcome of the warming weather and bustling activity is, of course, the tea room seeing more business-- which is something of a mixed bag to Jefferson, off-putting and antisocial as he can be at times.
Customers equal money: good!
Customers equal Jefferson having to deal with people and responsibilities more often: not so good.
But at least the shop's running smoothly-- or, at least, as smoothly as a place staffed by a rebel spy, a garbage eating bird, and the Mad Hatter can be. They've even started hosting occasional events, like open mic nights for poetry and creative writing and music. All in the name of cultivating the arts in Wayward Pines! Such as it is. (It's definitely not an excuse for Jefferson and Rhi to snicker behind the counters.)
So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu. And enjoy the music (and the staff selected music). And... the company of the (occasionally, to varying degrees) helpful staff.
Where: Go Ask Alice
When: Any time in April, barring events.
What: An open catch-all log for goings on at the tea shop!
Warnings: N/A, just put them in your comment headers as needed.
[Open]
The town seems livelier these days, owing in part to everybody's recovery from the recent plague that went about. And a natural outcome of the warming weather and bustling activity is, of course, the tea room seeing more business-- which is something of a mixed bag to Jefferson, off-putting and antisocial as he can be at times.
Customers equal money: good!
Customers equal Jefferson having to deal with people and responsibilities more often: not so good.
But at least the shop's running smoothly-- or, at least, as smoothly as a place staffed by a rebel spy, a garbage eating bird, and the Mad Hatter can be. They've even started hosting occasional events, like open mic nights for poetry and creative writing and music. All in the name of cultivating the arts in Wayward Pines! Such as it is. (It's definitely not an excuse for Jefferson and Rhi to snicker behind the counters.)
So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu. And enjoy the music (and the staff selected music). And... the company of the (occasionally, to varying degrees) helpful staff.
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"You're such a jerk." It was obvious that she didn't mean it but the statement felt as if it needed to be said.
Clary's expression softened when Jack mentioned his family. "That's nice that you have him then." His earlier teasing wasn't so important. At least, not important enough for Clary to feel happy for him. She knew that it wasn't easy and she'd do anything she could to help Jack smile.
She didn't know what was with this place, the town felt at home in her mind but also awkwardly placed among a handful of other memories. She thought about the items she'd gotten from the police station, the ones that they showed her and she claimed weren't hers. It all felt so weird.
She shook her head, chasing away the thought.
"Anyway. It's at your house right? Which is just..." She pointed as if she knew where it was that they were going. It was an easy thing and yet Clary didn't know where the memory came from. "Have you always lived in the same place?" She suddenly asked with growing curiosity.
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Ah, poor choice of words. The idea of being here into summer without his people would be enough to slap the smile off his face if he were anyone else. But he was Jack the terminally optimistic--no room for tears or moping, no sir.
Going along with the change of subject, he nodded at the street she was pointing at, which was opposite from Nyx's house. "Over there," he finished for her. Wayward Pines spun a good yarn, but there were holes in its story--and one of them was why a boy who'd grown up healthy and happy would move out of his guardian's home before he was even of legal age. But move out he had, apparently. "I'm sharing a house with some others. It kind of feels like a dorm that way, but I like that it's a fresh start since the accident. I think that's what we all need! A nice, clean break from our old lives."
Emphasis on the breaking part. Breaking out of this town wouldn't be such a bad start.
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She didn't really want to think about it.
Clary followed where he was pointed and nodded. "Sounds nice. I live by myself and I don't really like it." Except that she didn't have anywhere to go and she didn't want to impose on those she knew. It felt like a loose-loose situation so Clary just dealt with living in a small house by herself.
"How many people do you life with?"
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Guess it's true what they say: don't get on redheads' bad sides.
"Did the nurses help you settle in?" he asked, resuming conversation, teasing around the loose edges of what the town officials might have fed this girl. Had they assigned her that house? Given her a story to go with her new identity?
In many ways, this town was one big relocation program on a scale grander than Jack had ever remotely heard of before. It was almost impressive. And daunting for the same reason.
"When they checked me out of the hospital, they gave me the address. There were two girls living there already--I guess they kind of took pity on me and let me stay." He decided to leave out the part where that charitable spirit probably had a lot to do with wanting to devour the chocobo egg he'd had in his possession at the time. "You'd know them to see them. They've both got horns, and one's tiny and tattooed. It's just us three."
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"It's good that you have people to live with. At least you're looked after." She stuck out her tongue at him. "Then I don't have to be your baby sitter."
She was trying to lighten the mood and ignore the gnawing sensation that everything that was going on was somehow wrong. She liked the normal parts of the town, how everyone seemed to know everyone else. It was a like a big family and for some reason she clung to that.
Being alone was just too lonely.
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Ironic. He didn't think he could ever relate with a civilian.
Jack followed her lead and laughed at her joke, feigning a humor he didn't really feel. "You should come over to my place if you need a place to hole up," he suggested, surprising a part of him with the offer. "Rambling around in a house by yourself sounds super depressing."
Fade after your next tag?
Clary didn't really care for guessing games.
"One final question." She held up a finger, a mischievous smile teasing her lips. "You have food at your house?"
sure thing!
Who was looking after Clary? He worried what would happen to someone whose memories began to trickle back, should they slip up in front of a camera. The most dangerous enemies were ones you couldn't see, couldn't fight. She needed someone watching her back. What if the police came to her door and she couldn't defend herself?
And besides, what were fake friends for? It wasn't his to begin with so it wasn't a big deal to open his home to her.
"It's a deal. Chirpy could always use an extra babysitter." Food, though... Jack couldn't help the dismal look that flashed across his face. "Uh... Well. I'd say four out of ten times we have food? Depends how hungry Ibaraki's feeling. If there's none today we can go to the store..."
He didn't think he'd ever get used to it, making plans like a civilian. Like a normal person.