sixthiterationlogs | you've been... thunderstruck

WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: House #3, Inn, Out and About
WHEN: July 11th to end of month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Sweet delicious coffee, injuries due to getting hit by lightning, will update!!

House #3/Inn | Anytime until 25th

"OH MY GOD WHO.. HOW.. WHEN.."

Claire's voice echoes through and out the windows of House #3 and an excited squeal follows it before she rushes through from her bedroom calling for Karen to see if she's around. She has to show someone before she changes from yoga pants into jeans and heads over to the inn to make herself a cup. Hell, she'll make whoever is there a cup if they want it. It's about time that french press made some real coffee.

Struck by Lightning - 26th - Closed to Clint

Really, Claire should have been a lot more cautious and aware since hearing about two people she knew who were struck by lightning. But she was in a rush to get back to the inn to finish helping with some dishes and before she knew it, a pain shot through her foot and travelled up the entire right side of her body.

Suddenly she couldn't breathe and moments after that she was falling into a heap on the ground and staring into the sky until an abrupt pop sounded inside her head.

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The other village is creepy in a whole bunch of ways, not least of which is the comparative emptiness of the Inn store room. The houses aren't hiding anything that can't be scrounged from its mirror counterpart on the populated side of the river. Evidently the majority of items piled in the Sixth Inn were not gathered from the vacant houses, meaning they were left behind by people like her. And that's creepy as hell but she's still gonna keep taking shit, thus far confronted with no reason not to.

Between Jess entering the storeroom and exiting, a percolator appears on the bar, which Jess approaches without any room in her bag for it, let alone coffee to fill it. But if there's coffee in it already, she could just take the whole thing? God, she wants coffee so bad, she's half convinced it's a mirage. A rain. mirage. Please knock her out of her stupor before she goes full Abu and brings the Cave of Wonders melting down around them.

Oh, Jessica can come check things out. She can even take a big sniff of the aromatic blend that is Claire's coffee before the nurse steps out of the kitchen area with two mugs and a big smile before she sees the private investigator.

Unfortunately, Claire had no idea she was there or even when she arrived. Then again, the nurse had some unfortunate luck over the last few weeks and well, that would be her reason for not keeping up with her fountain welcome committee duties.

"Jessica?"

Of course, it was her. There was really no mistaking her for anyone else. She looks as miserable as she expects Jessica to look given the severe lack of alcohol.

"When did you get here?"

Mind reader, Jess thinks casually, then wonders if perhaps that's the power Claire got stuck with while her lungs were filling with water. Granted, of anyone she knows from any of her several debacle, Jess would probably feel best with Claire wielding that inherently slippery slope of responsibility. But she's just being paranoid and Claire is just a decent person who's into sharing. And definitely does not deserve to be here.

"Couple weeks ago," she very nearly mumbles, shoving her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. That arrived through mysterious circumstances (oh how she missed those) but the rest: jeans, boots, Henley, the bag slung over her shoulder; she pilfered from the storeroom within her first few days. The other stuff he's taken in the interim isn't anything so unique or useful as to be missed. Her reason for hitting the Inn today: Mostly she's grabbing rags for her shabby new house, and paper towel or anything that can be used as tissue since rain makes her nose run now. "You?"

A couple of weeks ago was a pretty long time ago around there and a month was.. well a month felt like a damn decade depending on whether things were quiet. That month definitely felt longer than it should have and that conveys when Claire nods in understanding.

"Coming up to a year," she answers, turning her attention to setting the mugs down and filling them with coffee. She didn't have the power of mind reading, but there was always someone at the inn. That and Claire heard someone coming in, presumedly because of the smell that was wafting out the windows.

Pointing at one of the mugs she asks, "You want some?"

She sure does. Whiskey will always cheat its way to the tippy top of her needs hierarchy but coffee's real high up on the list when she forces herself to think about what else she craves. Jess slips a hand out of her jacket and accepts the offer. After what Claire's done for her, a cup of coffee's a blip of a debt. In New York, her functioning repayment was to stay away from her. Which people always seem to react poorly to, for some reason.

If she got here a year ago, then odds are she can't be the Claire who took her blood for the mind control vaccine, but the heart gives a shit about what it gives a shit about and the timelines-slash-universes thing doesn't factor in.

"Thanks." Jess sips without savouring the smell or heat, burning her lips and hissing. Despite glaring into her cup, begrudging how goddamn good it is. Leaning a hip to the counter, Jess sets it there to cool for a minute.

Posing a question as a statement, she remarks, "Karen told me you're running the hospital." Obviously not using those words.

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