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pineslog2017-06-26 08:24 am
royalpassport) wrote in pineslog2017-06-26 08:24 am
she rings like a bell through the night
Who: OTA
Where: Go Ask Alice
When: June 26 - July 31
What: Just an open catch-all for the tea shop and anyone who frequents it! And this can double as a Jefferson catch-all if you want to toss up a starter for him, specifically, that isn't set at the tea shop.
Warnings: Reference to death. Warn in the subject line as necessary.
[Open]
For a shop filled with very delicate tea cups, Go Ask Alice weathered the assault on the town reasonably well-- at least in terms of damage done to the location, itself. A broken window, overturned tables, the tea selection in disarray... All things considered, it wouldn't be too bad for the shop, if not for the fact that the odd little 'family' of Go Ask Alice (not just staff, but extended family, like friends and regulars) just suffered a major loss when Rhiannon Allan died saving Eliot from the abominations tearing through Wayward Pines.
When the shop reopens five days later, on the heels of loss and violence and horrific revelations, there's a little memorial to her in the shop, and for a couple weeks, Fleetwood Mac's playing a lot more often. And you'd better not throw any unfinished pastries or bread products away. TOSS THEM OUTSIDE FOR THE BIRDS. (Look, the town's trashed enough right now, anyway. What's some bread?) After a few weeks, a hand-stitched felt raven takes residence on the counter. Jefferson can't quite place why he knows how to make stuffed animals so intuitively, but he chalks it up to his natural talent with a needle and thread.
Another change in the atmosphere of Go Ask Alice in the days after Dr. Rousseau's announcements: regular 'storytelling' events in the evenings, where people can come by to talk about their home worlds in a sort of 'open mic' setting, followed by a mingle. Stop by on the right night, and you might even hear Jefferson talk about his own adventures in a number of worlds-- Wonderland, Oz, a land without color, Narnia, among others-- with some details falling into place that may make it increasingly plausible that he might, in fact, be the actual Mad Hatter.
(Just don't call him that to his face. It's a touchy subject.)
So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu (which will see some changes in July, as a new/old staff member arrives). 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: June 26 - July 31
What: Just an open catch-all for the tea shop and anyone who frequents it! And this can double as a Jefferson catch-all if you want to toss up a starter for him, specifically, that isn't set at the tea shop.
Warnings: Reference to death. Warn in the subject line as necessary.
[Open]
For a shop filled with very delicate tea cups, Go Ask Alice weathered the assault on the town reasonably well-- at least in terms of damage done to the location, itself. A broken window, overturned tables, the tea selection in disarray... All things considered, it wouldn't be too bad for the shop, if not for the fact that the odd little 'family' of Go Ask Alice (not just staff, but extended family, like friends and regulars) just suffered a major loss when Rhiannon Allan died saving Eliot from the abominations tearing through Wayward Pines.
When the shop reopens five days later, on the heels of loss and violence and horrific revelations, there's a little memorial to her in the shop, and for a couple weeks, Fleetwood Mac's playing a lot more often. And you'd better not throw any unfinished pastries or bread products away. TOSS THEM OUTSIDE FOR THE BIRDS. (Look, the town's trashed enough right now, anyway. What's some bread?) After a few weeks, a hand-stitched felt raven takes residence on the counter. Jefferson can't quite place why he knows how to make stuffed animals so intuitively, but he chalks it up to his natural talent with a needle and thread.
Another change in the atmosphere of Go Ask Alice in the days after Dr. Rousseau's announcements: regular 'storytelling' events in the evenings, where people can come by to talk about their home worlds in a sort of 'open mic' setting, followed by a mingle. Stop by on the right night, and you might even hear Jefferson talk about his own adventures in a number of worlds-- Wonderland, Oz, a land without color, Narnia, among others-- with some details falling into place that may make it increasingly plausible that he might, in fact, be the actual Mad Hatter.
(Just don't call him that to his face. It's a touchy subject.)
So come on in and have a cup of tea. Or, well, anything else on the menu (which will see some changes in July, as a new/old staff member arrives). And enjoy the music (and the staff selected music). And... the company of the (occasionally, to varying degrees) helpful staff.
Jefferson | June 26 - Early July | OTA
Nobody sees Jefferson again until the morning of the 17th. Turns out he'd been in the hospital, likely for mental health reasons. Makes sense; he always seems to shift between anxious tension and fits of melancholy. What's noticeable, however, is how uncharacteristically unburdened he seems after his stay in the hospital. Cheerful, even, with a certain lightness to his demeanor. Whatever the doctors did was long overdue, according to gossips, who don't have a whole lot of time to speculate or spread rumors before the town's under attack by a horde of murderous potatoes.
After the dust settles and revelations are made and it's time to continue living, Jefferson's... still taking things remarkably well, all things considered. His natural gloominess does return in the wake of Rhiannon's death, but it's different than what used to weigh him down before. Fresh grief over a lost friend, rather than the all-encompassing sense of mourning. He should be upset about the news that he's apparently been frozen (along with everybody else in Wayward Pines) for a thousand years, but he isn't.
It's not as if he had anything to go back to in Storybrooke. Just a curse. No family and no friends. He has those things here. His life here, flawed as it is, is so much greater than anything he would have had back home. Even if the curse had been broken, what would he have? Who would he have?
(There's something missing in him, in his head, ever since his stay at the hospital. But it's not as if he knows what it is, or even that it's gone, save for the occasional sense of loss that he can't pinpoint. But then it's gone again, taking its heaviness with it.)
Customers at the tea shop may notice he's a bit freer now, a bit more relaxed. Something more like the man he once was before... before he lost Priscilla. He smiles more easily, and he likes to talk more than he used to. He's still scarred and wounded in so many ways (Wonderland remains a source of so much of it), but for what feels like the first time in a lifetime, he feels hopeful about his future.
In fact, he may be one of the few people who isn't outraged by Dr. Rousseau's public announcement.
During the new storytelling nights at Go Ask Alice, he'll sometimes volunteer to talk about his own adventures in the Enchanted Forest and in various worlds he visited (though he won't say how he visited them). He'll even, from time to time, tell stories about Wonderland, though it's clear that he hates the place. (Odd, considering the tea shop's general theme.) All that being said: he'll still judge you harshly if you order hot chocolate or coffee.
It's a tea shop, after all. ]
( OOC: Shortly before the survival event, Jefferson got himself a failed integration, and his memories of Grace were taken as his deterrent. HENCE: HAPPY JEFFERSON. Enjoy it while it lasts? )
Some... date... at some time. To be decided eventually.
She's currently watching him with concern as he goes about his usual shop routines and serves customers and does whatever it is that a Jefferson does. Leaning against the counter with a lollipop in her mouth, sucking thoughtfully and suspiciously as she tries to pin down just what exactly is different about him. Yeah, she's full on staring. Scrutinizing. PEERING at him.
He was gone. They had no idea where he was. Now he's back. Rhi got heroically fricken murdered and the vibe is just... off. Everything's off. There are almost too many variables to worry about that she can't settle on just one thing, therefore her attention falls on Jefferson. He's closest. Literally and figuratively.]
You're being weird. Not your usual weird, a different weird. Weirder than your normal weird.
[She pulls the sucker out of her mouth with a loud pop and leans in to not-whisper,] It's weird.
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I'm always weird. How is it any worse now? [ IN FACT: ] Perhaps you're the one who's being weird. Everything here has only gotten weirder lately, hasn't it? So it stands to reason my weirdness might seem different in comparison to everything else changing.
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[Seriously, Jeff. Everyone is a magical creature or talented magician or cyberpunk hacker gang leader MI6 agent or a super hero. Kenzi is literally just Kenzi.]
As the reigning champion of normality and human cardboard boringness, I pretty much have the market cornered on judging other people's fluctuating levels of weird.
[But she just can't put her finger on what is so DIFFERENT about him. Shouldn't he be... sadder?]
Did you laid before you left for work today? Did El take you to your happy place before you had to leave for your sad place? You haven't even rolled your eyes at me once since I got here!
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[His ability to express his doneness with her is intact! That's not the problem.]
Because we're still basically being kept here like animals in an alien zoo, which, by the way, was one of my theories all along and everyone scoffed at it! Who the heck is scoffing now, everyone? And because ... Maybe I want my old life back! Maybe my friends are still out there! Maybe Bo's looking for me and I can't just fall into this fake life again--
[Shit. She made herself sad. God, if you'd said that to her two months ago, Jefferson, she would have been so damn happy to go along with it and ignore everything else.
Now she's just angrily crunching the candy in her mouth.]
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Well, that makes one of us.
[ EXIT, STAGE... BACK OFFICE. And you'd better believe he turns and heads to the office with maximum drama in his bearing. Somehow. ]
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[Shit. Shitfuck. Fucking hell damn! She did not mean that. He is not getting away that easily! Kenzi pushes off and follows after him before he can slam any doors in a ridiculous fashion to keep her out.]
That's not what I meant, you know it's not. Look at me. [She reaches out to grab his arm, not tugging or pulling or forcing him to turn around, just... holding on.] Hey. I love you. You gotta know that by now, it's obvious. But you'd be fine without me. You have El. He has you.
[Bo might even be fine without Kenzi, but Kenzi isn't fine without Bo. She doesn't even know if she could survive that long, but she's gotta at least try to find her.]
The last time I tried to make a life here, my husband turned out to be a Nazi.
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I may be from the Enchanted Forest, but even I know you can't hedge all your bets on love. [ Which is to say... ] What if Eliot leaves? What if he dies? What if he's also a Nazi? [ Which Jefferson doesn't really believe is a possibility, but HE'S MAKING A POINT HERE. ]
Why would you possibly think I'd be fine without you? And why would you-- you give up on a second chance because of one terrible man? [ His expression softens, becoming pleading: ] We all have a chance at happiness here.
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... It's even worse with him raising all these valid points that actually make sense. Wow. Unlikely, yes. Possible? Very. Is he right? Of course he is. Kenzi chews on the inside of her lip, trying to think of a counter argument explaining why he'd be fine without her and failing.]
People like me don't get happy endings. [It's just one tragedy after another. But if anyone deserves to be happy, it is this ridiculous, tall, eyeliner-wearing disaster and perfect human being in front of her.]
Fine. Okay. I won't rule anything out, but I retain the right to stay suspicious as all frick and possibly quit my job in protest of this regime built on lies and societal ignorance!
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[ SO PLS BE ON HIS SIDE IN THIS. STAY, KENZI. And, when she relents, he smiles broadly and leans down to kiss her head. ]
Of course. Far be it from me to give out job advice.
[ We're back to suspiciously happy Jefferson. ]
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Other than... ALIENS-- no. Okay. Not everything is aliens, Kenz. Chill.
She grins reluctantly when he kisses her head, making an obviously fake pouty face that barely hides her smile.]
There's the weirdness again! You're all sunshine and rainbows and happy endings for everyone. At work. Did you get to kick someone out for ordering a mocha frappucino or what?
[Don't mind her, she's just gonna move some probably important paperwork out of the way and sit on his desk.]
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It was a kid ordering a caramel macchiato. [ Said with MAXIMUM DISGUST? ] I figured you sent him.
[ BUT ANYWAY. ]
I'm not all sunshine and rainbows, Kenzi. I'm just trying to make the best of this. Especially now that we can talk about our real lives without the sheriff breathing down our necks.
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It momentarily distracts her from the dramatic couch flopping and the dramatic imagery of a dramatic sheriff being dramatic.]
Yeah, let's talk about that. Our real lives. You seem hella chill all things considered. Upside of things is, my shitty fam is gone. Downside, so is everyone else I ever knew and loved? Present company excluded.
[But there's still a chance for Bo and the other fae and that gives her hope. That means all is not lost! There's a chance. Sure, she'll never get to patch things up with her mom, but she'd given up on that relationship a long time ago. Knowing she could still find Bo makes losing everything else less painful.
But what about Jefferson. Didn't he just lose everyone he cares about, too?]
Is time not a thing in the Magical Thicket?
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Time sometimes moves differently in other lands. Wonderland had a way of moving quickly and standing perfectly still at the same time. And Storybrooke didn't move at all.
[ He busies himself with the arm of the couch, as if there's some lint that really needs to be picked off of it. ]
Everyone that I love is here with me.
Some day in late June, after the announcements.
Even if she wasn't sure just how much her memories were worth right now.
Still, she moved into the tea shop, and went right to the counter, smiling fondly at Jefferson. She'd not seen him since before the announcement, and the trouble, so she didn't yet know about what had happened to him.]
Hello, Jefferson. I'll take my usual please.
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Of course. [ He goes about preparing her tea, glancing over his shoulder to note: ] You're one of the only people in this town who really has any appreciation for tea, you know.
[ Look at him stubbornly not addressing the many elephants in the room, namely: the recent attacks and all of the revelations. ]
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It was like someone flipped a switch on him, and with everything in town, that made Leia suspicious. She couldn't not be. This town was too underhanded to think about anything but it being something bad.]
Am I? I think it's because my mother raised me with the appreciation for it. Alderaan had some excellent teas. It's a pity they don't exist anymore.
[Along with the planet itself, of course. Could never forget that.]
Cain (Roman Fletcher) | Early July | OTA
Hard to tell, really, since he's acting close to the same as ever. If he's a little wary with those he doesn't have specific memories of, that's only natural. He's still friendly, good service, has his daughter—Iris, not daughter by blood, but they've been over that already—swing by after school if she's available, banters with the other employees if there's anyone else on shift. Fairly typical stuff despite any of the turmoil going on outside the shop's atmosphere. If he still doesn't quite answer to the name Roman right away, well, can anyone blame him?
One thing can be said: this guy is a master of compartmentalizing. ]