WHO: Jess Schnitzler & the voice of Moira. Someone else was shushing. WHEN: Tuesday evening, around 7. WHERE: Bellowes Inn. SUMMARY: Jess almost tells Moira about the recording. She gets as far as the door and decides to tell someone else. WARNINGS: None.
So far, she had no luck identifying the owner of the third voice on the recording. She was just going to come out with it to Moira. Why avoid the easiest solution? Jess strode confidently down the hall, battered recorder tucked safely inside her jacket. It didn't matter that Moira didn't remember her - Jess remembered her. The Moira she remembered could be totally cool. They bonded. It would be fine. The sound of her footfalls was rhythmic and quick and it pleased her to hear because she totally wasn't nervous. Would a nervous person walk at such a sure, fast pace? She'd be glad Jess brought it to her attention and then - and then -
A loud sniffle and a choked sob halted her mid-step. She was frozen, one foot still hovering inches above the floor. Jess listened, dark brows furrowing with concentration as she tried to make sense of the unintelligible murmurs she was just too far from to hear. Creeping closer now to Moira's door as silently and slowly as she possibly could, she heard, "We've made a terrible mistake, Cecelia." An ugly sob. Uglier than Jess thought Moira was capable of. "Contacting the spirits - what an awful idea!" A loud wail. Some hushing. "Just - just what were we thinking?"
Jess backed away, the recorder in her jacket seeming to have gained an extra fifty pounds. Shit. Piling more spooky shit on Moira wasn't going to help anything. It was Cecelia she needed to talk to.