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]

"...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."

[talentsgirl]

Molly shook her head. "And they're just... laying there?"

[greenjacketed]

"Dressed like we were when we arrived in his place..."

[talentsgirl]

"...and now I'm wondering if the dress code is part of the world, or if people actually have to dress us."

Because... why would they send out people to retrieve these bodies if they already had the bodies to dress them? How very strange.

[greenjacketed]

Hey. He hadn't thought that point. He considered it, now.

"...Eh. Their ways are strange ways." Sharpe began to pace to the other side of the room. He and Sparrow had talked about something and he wondered just when, exactly, he should implement it.

[talentsgirl]

"Strange or not, there's still a method behind it. A practice." There always was.

And then the tea kettle whistled, and Molly turned to attend it.

[greenjacketed]

And if they could find that practice...

Sharpe was wound so tight that his attention snapped to the kettle as it whistled. A soft, uttered: "Bloody hell..."

[talentsgirl]

She removed the kettle from the stove and glanced over at him. "All right?"

[greenjacketed]

"Only spooked, lass. Metal canteens don't whistle."

[talentsgirl]

She assessed him and lightly shook her head, "You're standing stiff as a board."

Just. Leaving it at that, as a simple observation. She moved to pour the water, "Are you sure you still want tea?"

[greenjacketed]

"Dead certain, Molly." For Sharpe loved his tea. Often, he craved it more than a nip of brandy or rum. No matter the weather.

The Major made a concerted effort to relax. "It's a fine thing, you making it for me."

[talentsgirl]

That almost made her feel bad about her plan to give him green tea.

Almost.

It was healthier, after all.

...she discretely retrieves some Earl Grey and puts it in a third mug. "You may not like it. But what's that saying about trying everything once?"

Since Earl Grey takes longer to seep, she leaves it on the counter and with the mugs in hand towards the kitchen table.

[greenjacketed]

Richard Sharpe will wait for Molly Carpenter to take a seat before even attempting to seat himself. But that seating was fast because god dammit, he wanted to get at that tea. The Major hardly allowed it cool before taking a great big sip and...

"Eh?" His nose wrinkled. He leaned in. Sniffed it. Eyed the clearer, unmuddied colour. "I don't mean to offend, lass. But..."

[talentsgirl]

"It's green tea." She attempted to hold back a laugh at the look on his face. "You don't like it?"

[greenjacketed]

"It's not that I don't like it..."

He didn't like it.

"Or that it's bad..."

It's horrid.

"But it ain't tea, Molly."

[talentsgirl]

"Oh, it's tea. It's practically the original tea." She rose and headed towards the counter, reclaiming the other mug there. "But it does take some getting used to."

[greenjacketed]

"...It tastes like grass. Brewed grass."

His eyes watched her stand. Watched her move. Curious.

[talentsgirl]

"Really?" She smiled, in good humor. "I think grass would be a little more bland. Besides, it's full of antioxidants."

She walked back to the table and set the other mug before him. "You might like this better."

[greenjacketed]

Sharpe gave this mug a sniff and -- oh, you sainted woman. He smiled and showed his trust by drinking deeply right from the get go. And his trust was rewarded with the rich, bitter black tea brew.

The other mug was left. Abandoned. Almost childishly.

"Now that's tea. You can't tell me you prefer that other stuff? With its anti...antiox..."