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[Jane is in a common room, arranging Scrabble tiles into various words. The lights are flickering, but she doesn’t even seem to notice. They go off for a full thirty seconds, just as she’s about to speak. She sighs, waiting, until they come back on. In that time, she managed to finish a few words. In the darkness.] We have these…things…at home. They’re called pookas. I think they sound like ghosts.
But they’re not exactly real. Ghosts aren’t exactly real, either. They- [She drops a few tiles and looks up sharply, trying not to seem frightened at something that might not have been there. A nervous sigh breaks down into uncontrollable giggles. She’s able to regain her composure shortly, but her hands are still trembling.]
Hm. Maybe… [Another giggle and she looks down to something in her hands.] Maybe not. Maybe this is a pooka.
Oh. Mister Sexby’s gone. In case anyone wondered. Or really even cared. [She spells out the word "SEXBY."] I cared. And for more reasons than he was my third inmate.
[Private to George]
I need you to do something for me.
[OOC: Jane is completely Limed/high at the moment. Her responses might not be entirely coherent. There will be more giggling…. Lots of giggling.... ]
But they’re not exactly real. Ghosts aren’t exactly real, either. They- [She drops a few tiles and looks up sharply, trying not to seem frightened at something that might not have been there. A nervous sigh breaks down into uncontrollable giggles. She’s able to regain her composure shortly, but her hands are still trembling.]
Hm. Maybe… [Another giggle and she looks down to something in her hands.] Maybe not. Maybe this is a pooka.
Oh. Mister Sexby’s gone. In case anyone wondered. Or really even cared. [She spells out the word "SEXBY."] I cared. And for more reasons than he was my third inmate.
[Private to George]
I need you to do something for me.
[OOC: Jane is completely Limed/high at the moment. Her responses might not be entirely coherent. There will be more giggling…. Lots of giggling.... ]