Appointment's Post

[talentsgirl]

For all your "Getting in touch with Molly" needs. Any extraneous voice, action, or written posts, flowovers, invitations (present drop offs, etc) can go here! Please label the thread using the following format:

[written, March 11]
[voice, June 6]
[action, December 15]

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[greenjacketed]

"...Tea?" He coaxed the word out of his throat. Gently.

And nodded. "Aye, I'll sit. Where would, err..."

A crossroads. How could he sit if she would still be up, tea-making?

[talentsgirl]

"Come on," she said, picking up her water bottle full of flowers. "We'll go into the kitchen."

The orchids can keep them company.

[greenjacketed]

"You take point, Ensign Carpenter," he joked -- thick-voiced -- and hoped to clear the air heavy with thoughts of revivification and refused apologies.

[talentsgirl]

And again, that word provides her with an image of a red Star Trek uniform, and she laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, I'm an Ensign, am I?"

She walked to the door, reaching for and opening it for the both of them. "I guess I've been called worse."

[greenjacketed]

"Careful, lass. Or I'll knock you down to Sergeant for impudence."

That...wasn't how commissions worked. But he threatened it regardless -- raising his eyebrows when she grabbed the door before him.

He stepped through.

[talentsgirl]

"An Ensign's above a Sergeant?"

It had never sounded that way in Star Trek.

She let the door close, unlocked, behind them.

[greenjacketed]

"An Ensign's the first rank a commissioned officer holds. A Sergeant? Not an officer. A Sergeant's still only a man among the ranks."

And so an Ensign wasn't only above a Sergeant but part of a whole different ladder. Normally."

[talentsgirl]

She began to lead the way down the hall to the kitchen, "Oh, I see."

Hmm.

"I don't think they had Sergeants in Star Trek."

[greenjacketed]

He kept in step -- being sure to stand with his sword facing the corridor's wall, so as not to trip her up.

"Star Trek, Molly?"

[talentsgirl]

"It's an old TV show - like a play. The same one that had that drink I told you about, actually."

[greenjacketed]

"A play you like, then."

Not a question.

[talentsgirl]

"There was a marathon on once when I had the flu. Some things stick with you."

Or so goes her excuse.

[greenjacketed]

"I believe your play's mistaken, Miss Molly. For it goes private then corporal then sergeant amongst the ranks -- with the occasional sergeant major if they're well accomplished."

[talentsgirl]

"...it didn't really deal with the ranks so much. I mean, I'm not sure all the titles strictly translated over."

And she entered the kitchen and set her orchids down on the counter.

"The world the stories were set in was made-up."

[greenjacketed]

He stopped just within the doorway. Almost as though on guard. Strange, old habits.

"A mite like this place, then. So much of it seems imagined."

[talentsgirl]

"Mmm, I can see how it would seem that way." Her wings ruffled, restless, underneath the zippered shirt.

"What kind of tea would you like?"

She glanced back at him since he'd apparently... stopped. Hmm. Should she point to the tables in the kitchen? She'd wait and see.

[greenjacketed]

"You've kinds to choose from?"

Normally, he didn't get much choice. And he would indeed wait for her to be done with the brewing and sitting herself before he dared to take a chair. "Whatever you're having, lass."

[talentsgirl]

Her lips quirked up. "If you say so..." and she reached for the kettle.

[greenjacketed]

"...Have you ever seen a jungle, lass?"

[talentsgirl]

Her hands stilled on the kettle for a moment. "Not yet."

But I will when I return home.

She forced her thoughts passed that and glanced over her shoulder at him, still standing by the door. "Was that where your mission was?"

[greenjacketed]

"Only on the outskirts, Molly. We weren't meant to go too deep into the thick."

[talentsgirl]

"And that's where the dead people were?" She set the kettle on the stove and turned on the heat. "Or the... not dead people?"

Honestly, this place broke every rule of life and death...

[greenjacketed]

"We had to carry'em. It was especially toilsome in the heat."

He tried not to focus on their deadness. Or their not-deadness.

[talentsgirl]

"Carry them?" This was the most bizarre thing.

She turned to face him, leaning lightly against the counter. "Wait - don't tell me - were they sprouting out of the ground like plants?"

[greenjacketed]

"Nah," a guffaw of a laugh. "Found'em as if asleep on the jungle floor. Deep, deep asleep. Unable to be woken up."