pineslog | 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.

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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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Clary looked over at him as if this was the strangest thing ever. "Really?" It sounded interesting at least. "Yeah, they did. Um.. the people at the sheriff's station. They gave me a key to my house. It's weird though. I don't remember living alone. I'm adjusting." At least she's trying too. Clary was stubborn like that.

"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.

Her story stacked up against everyone else's: an accident, amnesia, a new house, a new life. Although he knew playing into the falsehoods made it harder to extricate himself like a fly caught in a sticky web of emotions that felt too big to contain, he had to feel badly for Clary. She might be like him and have no one. And here she was, looking at him like he was one of her only friends in the world.

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."

"Gee thanks." She said in an annoyed tone though there was a smile that quickly stretched over her lips. "Okay. I'll come and visit whenever I get lonely. How about that?" It meant that she'd come to see him almost every other night but she didn't think he'd mind and if he did he could deal with it or tell her.

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?"

"No one should have to go through this alone, adjusting is confusing enough as it is. And you should have company around you while you're healing!"

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.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.

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