WHO: Jeremiah March & F. Eames WHEN: After this. WHERE: Beginning in front of the B&B, in and around Repose? SUMMARY: Eames offered to show Jeremiah around, Jeremiah is practicing not being a hermit. WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary.
It didn’t look haunted.
Jeremiah March peered up at the Bed and Breakfast in front of him, perhaps expecting that there would be a ghost in the window. They never seemed to show themselves that much, and while the woman he’d been looking for – because he might as well admit to himself that alternate reality him was playing on a riff that real him still wanted – might believe in ghosts, Jeremiah never had. Of course, that had been before Repose, and before this Halloween, and before feeling as if he were a little haunted everywhere anyway.
There were no ghosts in the window, just floral curtains, but Jeremiah didn’t spend his time looking in case they might appear, instead he moved towards the front entrance, wondering if his new friend would already be waiting for him. He pulled the dark peacoat around him more tightly and tucked in the edge of the Burberry scarf. It seemed likely that it was going to be colder in Repose than what he was used to, and he couldn’t say he was thrilled about that. Dark chinos, and black leather loafers completed his outfit, at least what was visible to the eye, and he hadn’t put on a hat, so his curls were combed back neatly as he approached the front.
“Hello,” he offered as he approached the man who had been a carnie on Halloween’s eve, but true to his word didn't look much like one today. For as much as he’d been hesitant to go out, hesitant that he might be recognized from before, one of the oddities of Repose seemed to be that it was reasonably isolated, and that included any recognition. Jeremiah could feel himself relaxing somewhat with this recognition. “Do you know the ghosts personally?” He quipped, flashing a dashing smile, and raising an eyebrow.