"Excuse me, Nurse," Coco demanded of the nearest be-scrubbed person to her. "Direct us to Ms. Miller, please." The please was just a formality, of course. Madame Corday got what she wanted.
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Dexterity"Excuse me, Nurse," Coco demanded of the nearest be-scrubbed person to her. "Direct us to Ms. Miller, please." The please was just a formality, of course. Madame Corday got what she wanted.
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There is a pause while said nurse checks some lists, then confers with a colleague.
"Well... You might be in luck. I think she is still here; I believe she was discharging herself today. She has a bed over there so you might catch her." A pause. "More legal stuff?" she asked, buying Coco's play completely. "I thought that her masonic society was doing all of that for her?"
Coco and Star can give me a perception check [Wits + Composure -1]. Penalty represents the bustle of the ward.
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"They didn't finish, did they?"
Masons. Of course. This isn't Egypt, yo. Skip the pyramids and all-seeing eyes. Except the ones on the greenbacks. Money makes the world go round.
"Miss Corday represents..." Lean forward. Just a little. This. Is. Important. "The Penelope Society. There may be some irregularities in Soph-- Miss Miller's records." See? We know her name.
"Do you know what legal matters, specifically, the Masons handled?"
Get your apron out.
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Dexterity"Society of Penelope," 'Miss Corday' corrected with a roll of her eyes. "I keep telling you, Mr. Kerrigan, no one appreciates the omission of words, no matter how inconsequential a preposition may seem, and particularly not a reordering of words, even if it seems easier to remember...Forgive him, he's new," she added to the Nurse, voice lowering conspiratorially. The scrub clad woman was granted a few seconds of 'Corday's' precious attention and then the representatives eyes began to look elsewhere, sweeping the ward for her prey.
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"Oh. Just the usual. I think they were here to discuss the house fire. And they organised some clothes for Sophie as well."
"... I thought the Society were the Masons?" The colleague muttered absently, more interested in her work than the conversation.
Meanwhile, Coco's multifaceted gaze is sweeping the ward...
...And she see's Sophie Miller. Sophie, exiting a restroom and fully dressed. The dishevelled, babbling, woman is gone. In her place stands a straight backed woman with an almost blank face and languid, disinterested, green eyes of an almost metallic hue. She is dressed in a business suit with a skirt, jacket hung poised and positioned over one arm. The make-up is a touch overdone.
She owns the space. One can see it in her haughty demeanour and the way in which she carries herself.
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Well, that's different.
Was it the bathrobe? Or maybe not having gobs of barf (gross) smeared across the face. Either way? Sophie was on fire.
Whoops. File under Bad Metaphor.
Don't stare, yo. Okay. Stare. Just a little.
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Dexterity"Thank you," Coco offered the nurses, turning now to fully appraise the transformed woman known as Sophie Miller. She certainly seemed to be doing well after burning her house down, that was for sure. Too well for comfort, though the Claviger had to admit that she wasn't an expert on coping strategies. Besides, it was also possible that the society had some sort of recompense to offer her. Perhaps something even grander than what she'd once had. That, certainly, would be a reason not to grieve what was lost. The only way to truly know would be to talk with her, and so Coco approached the commanding woman.
"Ms. Miller," she stated with a cool smile. "So delightful to see you looking well again. Which, is excellent, for we should talk."
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Disinterested eyes with their peculiar metallic hued irises lock languidly onto the Wasp as she makes her approach. Sophie's face remains haughty and... blank... till the very end. Several beats pass where the woman simply stands, looking at Coco. Then a rather generic smile seeps into her features.
"I am sorry. Do I know you?"
Sophie Miller could have been talking to a bug that had deigned to cross her path. She gave no sign of acknowledging Star, or even that she had noticed his presence at all.
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"Sure you know us."
Not in the biblical sense. But? The people you burn down your house and blow chunks with have to count for something. That's pretty intimate. Pop Quiz: How many people would the average person do that with? There's all kinds of intimacy, yo.
Or maybe the early bird gets the worm. Maybe, maybe, the Masons Wiped her. Hypnotism?
Pick a card.
"You remember Armitage, though. Right?"
Any card.
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Dexterity"She wouldn't remember Armitage," Coco snapped impatiently, turning to fix Jack with an expression that just screamed "really?". But, then the expression faded from her features, replaced by one of wonderment.
"Unless...you have met Armitage?" she asked, turning back to Sophie. "Or, what about the rare book sell [insert name that YYC alluded to earlier]?"
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