"She calls them her 'little troubles.'"

[iamjaimesommers]

WHO: The Bionic Woman (iamjaimesommers) and The Shadow (sable_cloak)
WHERE: Jaime's Apartment in the MAC
WHEN: Saturday 10/23 in the evening
SUMMARY: Lamont comes over to discuss the brainwashing event
WARNINGS: Probably none, but you never know when Jaime's going to rip out her heartfelt rendition of "Feelings"
FORMAT: TL;DR me will do para but whatever.

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[sable_cloak]

Lamont was punctual, arriving exactly at the time he said he would, and knocking on the door to Jaime's apartment. He himself no longer lived in the MAC apartments, but the trip had not been long. It was no accident his business was a short distance by subway from the building.

He was interested to hear what Jaime had to say, and what she might ask him. He was as prepared as he figured he might be for the encounter, but there was always the chance something may happen. He was armed with a single gun that was tucked neatly below the jacket of his suit which had been specially tailored to disguise any telltale bulge from the weapon.

Still, he affected a pleasant demeanor as he waited for the door to be answered, putting on a slim, businesslike smile.

[iamjaimesommers]

A shadow appeared in the peephole as Jaime looked through to see who it was, and then opened the door.

"Hi," Jaime greeted him with her habitual warm smile. "Thanks for coming by. Please come in." She waved him into the apartment. She'd worked on trying to cozy up the place with throws and pillows--though the kitchen was still conspicuously absent a kitchen table from an incident way back in August.

"Can, ah... can I get you some coffee or something?"

[sable_cloak]

"Coffee would be nice, thank you." He stood in her living room, not wanting to make himself at home until she was settled. Their conversation would not likely be an easy one, and if they were relaxed beforehand, it might make it a little easier.

[iamjaimesommers]

"Have a seat," she waved him toward the couch, and went into the kitchenette to pour some coffee, having already put the pot on a little earlier. She asked him what he liked in it, and after preparing it, brought it to them in a pair of mugs, both of which with cute sayings about the work of teachers--it seemed an inevitability of school teaching, that one would acquire, even in a brief period of time, a billion kitschy gift mugs from well-meaning students on a limited budget.

She sat down across from him in an easy chair, sipping on her coffee a moment before speaking. "Gosh, ah... I don't even know where to start. I... I guess I just... from your perspective, I want to know what happened."