Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
"Well, that was an...adventure." Anne Marie had tried to busy herself by making tea, but had only found cheap coffee in a tin can. It would have to do. "I have to admit that I was very skeptical about your unkillable ranch hands. But I am a very good shot and none of them, it seems, stayed down for very long. I am big enough to admit when I'm wrong, and I apologize." She carefully pressed the lid of the second-hand percolator down with a dish towel-covered finger to keep the lid from rattling as the coffee brewed. She didn't say much more until it was finished and she poured them both a cup before sitting at the scrubbed wooden table.
"If your undead ranch hands are real, I'm afraid I must assume so are your spirits." Her eyes flicked around the room as she sipped the coffee, as though she expected to see the ghosts materialize then and there. "It is...a lot to process. But although I was trained to be skeptical, I was also trained to accept truth when the facts point to it. So...what must we do to get to this Beckett?"
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The smell of coffee woke Jackie first, lightly, then fully when she realized that the woman in her arms wasn't Sam. Alice, that was her name. Not that she minded waking up next to Alice, but she had gotten used to the stockier, boxier build of Sam that it was disturbing not to have her next to her. Where was she? Looking out the window it wasn't morning, so why was she making coffee? Carefully slipping out of Alice's grip she slid off of the bed and hobbled to the door, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Sammy?" Jackie hobbled down the hallway, blinking in the light of the kitchen. It took her a moment through her squinted eyes to register everything. There was Sam, fully dressed, and that head doctor in her nightgown with...a sword? "Doc?"
"Would you like some coffee, Miss Sparrow?" Anne Marie offered politely, both of them ignoring her nudity. "Or do you plan on going back to bed?"
"If your undead ranch hands are real, I'm afraid I must assume so are your spirits." Her eyes flicked around the room as she sipped the coffee, as though she expected to see the ghosts materialize then and there. "It is...a lot to process. But although I was trained to be skeptical, I was also trained to accept truth when the facts point to it. So...what must we do to get to this Beckett?"
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The smell of coffee woke Jackie first, lightly, then fully when she realized that the woman in her arms wasn't Sam. Alice, that was her name. Not that she minded waking up next to Alice, but she had gotten used to the stockier, boxier build of Sam that it was disturbing not to have her next to her. Where was she? Looking out the window it wasn't morning, so why was she making coffee? Carefully slipping out of Alice's grip she slid off of the bed and hobbled to the door, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Sammy?" Jackie hobbled down the hallway, blinking in the light of the kitchen. It took her a moment through her squinted eyes to register everything. There was Sam, fully dressed, and that head doctor in her nightgown with...a sword? "Doc?"
"Would you like some coffee, Miss Sparrow?" Anne Marie offered politely, both of them ignoring her nudity. "Or do you plan on going back to bed?"