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[psychosnowflake]

Who: Jack/Tyler and Nellie Lovett
Where: Nellie Lovett's room.
When: After getting this invitation.

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I'm so sorry Jack D:

[lovett_bythesea]

A knock at the door just in time! She had just finished setting the tea tray, fresh water and everything. She did not expect to be entertaining guests this evening, so she hadn't had much time to pretty herself up. Just as well; it was a friendly social call and nothing more.

Nellie opened the door and greeted her guest with a kind, welcoming smile. "Jack, right? Come in, dearie, make yourself at home."

[psychosnowflake]

Jack was looking at his hands when Nellie opened the door, thinking about how long it had been since he'd had a good fight. He didn't recognise the voice at all, the thick English accent. As she greeted him, he looked up.

And stumbled backwards.

"Marla?" his voice was fast and hoarse and shocked. There was a pain in his chest and he shook his head violently. "No no no no no," he muttered, his mouth open, breathing hard. His breaths were ragged and shaky. She wasn't on the Barge, she couldn't be, he didn't want her here! "You-" He shook his head more, taking a few steps back.

[lovett_bythesea]

Nellie had never had such a reaction before. Well, maybe the frightened look from a not-quite-dead ingredient, but never from someone she'd just met. She was both confused and concerned; the poor man seemed out of his mind with fear. What could've caused something like this?

"Calm down, alright luv? I'm not this Marla person, it's just Nellie." She held her hands out, palms forward, and took a cautious step forward. "I'm...not going to hurt you."

[psychosnowflake]

"Not going to hurt me? What if I hurt you... No. No, no. You can't be here," he continued shaking his head and scrubbed a hand over his eyes. He swallowed hard, gaze flicking from her face to the ground to his now-violently trembling hands. You look like a nutjob, Jack, Tyler's voice in his head was louder than it had been for months. He shook his head again, looking back at her. "You can't be here," he said again. If she was here, Tyler might...

"Marla," he repeated, biting hard into his lip. She looked completely bewildered. What if it really wasn't her? She looks exactly the same... But there were doubles on the Barge, people who were identical to other people. What if she was one? She wasn't dressed like Marla, she didn't talk like Marla, but she looked so much like her...