OOM: Conversations With Dead People

[aeons_crackshot]

Her hands are going through the motions of taking apart and cleaning a Vickers Martini Mk. 1 Target Rifle when the dream begins.

She hasn't used one since she was 14, but dream logic can be strange.

"I should have known I'd find you working on a gun," says a very familiar voice, tinged with laughter. Annabelle's head snaps up in shock, face

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[leadinghome]

It is that feeling, of wonder, of shock, nearly of distress, that rouses Connor. Something is amiss, but not exactly dangerous, just... off. "Annabelle?"

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle startles a bit at the sound of her name, the brooch clearly visible in the palm of her hand.

"I'm alright, it's just....." She doesn't even know where to begin.

[leadinghome]

He sits up completely, tilting head curiously. A hand takes hers, and he waits for Annabelle to collect her thoughts.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle squeezes his hand a little, and tilts the hand with the brooch so he can see it better. "I was dreaming, but I don't think I was just dreaming," she begins.