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[asadmagnifique]

Who: Joan Halloway Harris and OPEN
What: Someone's going shopping
When: Day 42, Mid-Morning.
Where: Starting at the Boarding house, heading from there.
Notes: Multiple threads welcome. Joan has telepathy, so put thoughts ya want her to be able to pick up in italics

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Don has empathy. So... let me know what you want him to pick up.

[couldbebatman]

Cigarettes. Doesn't anyone here smoke?

Don jogged down the stairs towards the front door, catching sight of Joan. His thoughts, unspecific, nevertheless non-verbally appreciated the sight of her and even his face showed the hint of a smile. If he had to be here at all...

"Mrs. Harris," he said. "Good morning. You're not going out, are you?"

[asadmagnifique]

There was a small mix of relief and annoyance when she saw Don at the door. Relief that it was Don and annoyance that it was him. The relief was largely due to the fact that he was alright and that he knew who she was but the annoyance came from the fact that she suspected he was going to make a stop from he going out there.

However, the relief and annoyance fell away to complete and utter puzzlement when she heard the thought as easily as if he had spoken the word, but there had been no movement of the lips other than the hint of the smile until he actually had started speaking.

"I'm going to go looking for clothing and cigarettes. It's not the same as heading to Menkin's, but for the moment it will have to do."

[couldbebatman]

He looked at her for just a moment too long. Does she know? Why would she mention Menkin's if she didn't, but why bring Rachel up now?

At least she wasn't annoyed any more--though how he knew that, he wasn't certain. Her face hadn't changed. Indeed, Joan had always been too good at hiding her emotions. But why annoyance?

But he nodded. "Mind if I tag along? I promise I won't interfere with your feminine shopping patterns, but I do need a razor and some cigarettes. And clothes."

[asadmagnifique]

Joan was very good at keeping her face impassive, and she watched him for a moment as he mentioned Menkin's. She'd been trained to shop there after working for Roger for all those years; her clothing choices were nearly always client based. After all, she looked wonderful and she knew it, so looking good in client's clothing could always help matters.

She wondered if Don and Rachel Menkin had been involved; it probably would have been a better question to ask if they weren't involved. Don Draper had a certain reputation after all.

When he made the offer to tag along rather than stop her, Joan felt a sense of relief. "Of course, Mr. Draper. I hope there's cigarettes; it seems as if a fair number of our housemates don't smoke."