Who: Jaime Vegas and Open What: Random? Where: Hinkles When: Afternoon Why: Because she needs a log, duh. Warnings: Probably none, though she works in a morgue so talk of dead people at least in her thoughts? Status: Open, In Progress
When you work with the dead you keep weird hours. And lately she'd had some really strange hours. She was getting off a shift when she stopped at Hinkle's to grab lunch before heading home. She was sorely missing seeing everyone as often as she had been, but that was alright, she was going back to a regular shift in a few weeks and then she'd be good to go. But the holiday rush was always a thing in a morgue - people tended to die around holidays for some reason. And in snow because people didn't mind their limits. "No, you're really dead and yes, people are really missing you and no that's totally a normal part of the autopsy process, I promise." she muttered as someone dead pestered her about what had been going on. She really didn't notice, either, because she was tired. "Uh huh, yeah, no it's fine, really, I'm just tired and really don't feel like talking to you. No, shut up." she sniffed in annoyance. The dead were chatty.
She was so wrapped up in post-work thoughts she didn't realize she'd been talking to a dead person until someone said something and she looked up, surprised then offered a smile. "Oops. Sorry. Wasn't talking to you." she apologized, because well, it had been an interesting conversation. She just didn't mean to have it out loud or in hearing range of people.