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[abandonedpie]

The facts were these. Two days ago a dead body had been discovered on the island by one Charlotte Charles and the Piemaker, Ned. This had been the second such occurrence (the body, not who had found it) and its discovery had led to widespread consternation, possibly even panic on the Island of Tabula Rasa. These events alone would not have upset

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[fey_lawyer]

Since Edgeworth's arrival, Mia found her spirits lifted somewhat. Oh, certainly, the prosecutor himself wasn't enjoying himself, but she had to admit to taking some perverse sort of pleasure out of this fact. He was Phoenix's friend, yes, but he had also been her rival, and the two of them had found themselves at odds in a courtroom more often than not.

Nevertheless, she was glad, for Phoenix's sake, that he had another friend - of sorts - here. She did worry about him.

She left the hut early for breakfast, humming a tune as she walked up to the Compound, through the front doors and into the kitchen. There was a woman Mia vaguely recognized as one of the kitchen staff bustling around, and she offered her a kind smile.

"Need any help?" (Not that I'm a very good cook, but I do make a mean cup of coffee...)

[abandonedpie]

Her song cut off, nonetheless she smiled, grateful for the offer of assistance. It was better than some who were supposed to be here, but too immersed conjugal bliss to help out.

"Really? I wouldn't ask but the people who usually help are-" Olive paused, choosing her words carefully, "-touching. They've had a touching related emergency."

Digby covered his eyes with his paws, letting out a small whine. "Could you make some coffee? I have everything else almost done." The kitchen was a mess, but she would worry about that later, holding out when egg-splattered hand to the woman, "I'm Olive."

[fey_lawyer]

Relieved that the woman - Olive - had not asked her to do anything so complex as make toast, Mia shook her hand, only realizing it was covered in egg when hers became so, too.

(Oh well. Us lawyers are used to getting our hands dirty.)

"I'm Mia," she said. "Nice to meet you. I'll get right on that coffee." She went to the sink first to wash her hands. Just because they got dirty didn't mean she couldn't clean them.

[abandonedpie]

"Sorry about that," Olive wiped her hand on her skirt, pouring the eggs into the frying pan and then beginning to set plates of food on the kitchen table. "Better egg on your hand than your face?"

She paused, waiting for the other woman to get her little joke.

[yo_babe]

There's things Babe's gettin' used to: pissin' in a toilet, shaving with warm water, pillows, eating...

There's a dog in the kitchen and a woman rambling to herself. Hell, Babe's seen worse, just look at ole Buck. Thing is, it always worries him when people talk to themselves, but he walks into the kitchen anyway 'cause it smells damn good. Not that he expects it's for the whole island or anything, but that's just another thing he's gotta get used to. He doesn't know how to greet someone who talks to herself, so he goes with, "Mornin'."

[abandonedpie]

Talking to herself was nothing unusual for Olive Snook, though if pressed she would have said emphatically that she was in fact talking to Digby. "Good Morning."

Sweeping up the coffee to hide any consternation from her interrupted thoughts, she smiled, offering the pot up, "Can I get you some coffee?" Olive found that everyone liked coffee, except the British, and a fresh pot of it was a waitress's best friend.

[yo_babe]

Coffee? They have coffee on Island Mystery. Babe wills himself not to shiver just thinkin' about how good coffee would've been in Bastogne. He's also really tryin' to look at the woman's face and not any lower. Her smile's nice, so he concentrates on that instead.

"Yeah," he nods. "Yeah, coffee sounds great." Perfect, in fact. "Need any help with all this?" he asks, grabbing a mug for himself.

[abandonedpie]

"No, you just sit yourself down," Olive Snook poured a mug full, setting it down on the table near the milk and sugar. "It might be just me and Digby, but we'll manage fine. I'm Olive," she held out her hand, glancing back at the dog on the floor, "And that's Digby, in case you were wondering."

[the_intersect]

"Morning," Chuck said, as he wandered into the kitchen that morning for breakfast. He wasn't usually a Saturday morning regular at breakfast, so he didn't know the woman and her dog, but there was nothing wrong with saying hi.

[abandonedpie]

Interrupted from her moment of song, Olive smiled, grabbing the pot of coffee to cover her consternation. "Morning. Coffee?"

[the_intersect]

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," Chuck said. Usually people in the kitchen kind of left everyone to fend for themselves, so it was a welcome change. "You've gotta be a brave person, to deal with everyone around here before they've had their coffee."

[abandonedpie]

"Don't be silly," Olive laughed, waving his worry off with a flick of her hand. "Giving people coffee is the best way to deal with them. Coffee, a friendly face and food. No pie today, sorry." The Piemaker was unavailable, something Olive Snook found herself far too aware of. "Eggs, toast, fruit salad and some of that not-bacon."

[mr_demonology]

Wesley had been in the mood for a filling breakfast and had known there would be something served up. Going earlier than the rest would avoid the usual crowd and even though his mobility was much improved, he didn't want to see anyone.

It wasn't that he was sore. Well, perhaps he was, simply not in a physical way. Gunn was no longer visiting. Gunn seemed to be...gone. Wesley couldn't even run off to verify he wasn't simply holed up somewhere either and it was doing quite a number on his heart. "Touchy McTouchsters?" he echoed the woman warily, wondering if perhaps he should have simply skipped breakfast.

[abandonedpie]

"Touchy McTouchsters," Olive repeated to the man who'd wandered into the kitchen, "People who go around touching all the time. Instead of doing all the other things they should be doing."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she poured a mug of coffee, offering it out to the man. Even in her bitterest moment Olive Snook would ensure her job was done. "Never trust people that won't touch."

[mr_demonology]

Wesley took the coffee gently, setting it upon the table as he set himself down as well (gingerly, everything was gingerly, it seemed) and continued his path of a wary stare up at her. "Perhaps they're not fond of germs?"

[abandonedpie]

Olive poured herself a coffee too, seeing no reason not to, this morning of all mornings. "See, I thought it was an allergy," she leaned into the table, mug gripped firmly in her hands, "or that's what they told me. But since Thursday its all hands on deck, if you know what I mean." Her raised eyebrow left little to the imagination, or so Olive Snook thought, "and then what happened to her Ned allergy?"

[alaspoorwarrick]

It's hard to get used to, being on a day shift schedule, you know? I've been working nights for so long, I don't know I'll ever switch over completely. But the crash room residents start moving around the time I'd usually be getting to bed, and since I haven't decided whether to put in for a room at the Compound like Cath and Nicky or get a hut like Griss and Sara, I'm on common time.

I stumble out, grab a shower, and pull on jeans and white wifebeater from the clothing box. It might be cool in the kitchen, I think, eyeing the patterned shirt that looks like something Nicky would wear. Screw it, it can't be cool enough for that shit.

My eyes are still half-lidded when I slouch into the kitchen looking for steak and eggs and coffee, but mostly coffee. The blonde serving it up is talking to herself. I can't tell whether she's drunk, stoned, or one of the naturally loopy types we get on cases where you seriously have to ask yourself if you really want to say, 'tell me everything and leave nothing out

[abandonedpie]

"An awful lot of touching," Olive confirmed it for the man, her eyes narrowing as she considered just how much touching there had actually been. "A surplus of touching where before there had been none. Coffee?" The last comes with a smile and raised pot.

[alaspoorwarrick]

I still can't tell what she's on, but she's waving a pot in front of him. She could be hearing voices from Planet Prozac and I'd slide her a smile right now. "Yeah, thanks," I say, pushing the mug toward her on two fingers; I figure it can't hurt to stay out of the line of fire, you know?

I know I've been a CSI a damned long time when my brain clicks to thinking maybe the surplus touching wasn't consensual and she's looped out of shock. "So this surplus touching--" I give her a nod and drawl, kinda casual, "What's up with that?"

[abandonedpie]

Filling his mug Olive perched on the table, considering what she should say exactly. "I really don't know. There was no touching at all for a while. Now there seems to be an excess of touching. Suspiciously so."