Sittin' on the Dock of the ... Lake Who: Jaime When: mid-afternoon Where: the docks What: exploring, kind of Status: Narrative
Arguing hadn't worked, and Jaime hadn't been inclined to resort to tears in front of the stranger in the office she'd suddenly found herself in. It wasn't like she didn't know about world-altering powers, or ... alternate realities or things like that - she'd learned a lot in the three years she'd been at the mansion - but this was really the first she'd heard of people kidnapping others to make them employees. It was surreal and bizarre and she supposed it could be worse, right? She could have been kidnapped to a lab or some deserted island where psychopaths did bizarre medical experiments on her.
So she'd taken her packet and her keys and her phone, and left the office. Part of her was still waiting to wake up, but most of her figured this wasn't really a dream. She had, somehow, for whatever reason, been pulled into this ... resort. To work.
At least her job was one she knew how to do, and she smirked faintly. Imagine if they'd tried to make her a doctor or something? Jaime grinned a little. Sure, she knew basic first aid - everyone at the Mansion did - but beyond that, she was kind of hopeless.
After she'd explored the cabin (well, her room and the public areas of the cabin), Jaime had wandered. Dressed in khaki shorts and sandals with an unbuttoned short-sleeve plaid blouse over a black tanktop, Jaime had explored the lodge and the lakeside, and decided that flopping onto the dock was a suitable pausing point in her explorations. If people wanted to bother her, she was kind of fine with that; she was curious what other people thought of the place.