Re: log: connie/atticus
Connie let her legs fall, crossing into an indian style sit on the couch and she leaned the side of her jaw on her fist, elbow on her thigh. She took a moment to imagine how much fun it must have been to be in a spooky crew. She had to do all her weird stuff alone and part of her wished she had a group of friends who understood the kind of trouble she got into. On the other hand, she hummed in thought, it would be easier to egg each other on. Connie had a line she drew for herself, a line that someone else could easily push her over when she was young. Another hum and she nodded. "You must have forgot what it feels like to be a teenager, huh? When I was that age, I wouldn't have listened, either." She smiled and shook her head. "So, they did something worse and now they're all showing up again. Are you..." Connie tilted her head, Doc Brown hair puffing out like it always did. "Happy to see them again? Worried? Staying out of it?"
And then, because she didn't forget: "Janus...how does he fit in? Another supervisor? Someone who tempted them to the dark side?" She wiggled her fingers at him and smirked. "Just for the record, as much as I like ghosties, I'd never play around with dark magic junk. I've got enough problems. And, I mean...That plus science probably equals opening a ghost portal or something. Jeepers."