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Caritas; Wednesday [11/11].

If being gifted a large variety of jello and rum wasn't a good excuse to really break out that jello shot maker Barry had made for her, especially today, well, she didn't know what was. The amount of prep work she put into having a wide variety of fruits to throw into this mix, too, was a little astounding, to the point where she kind of wondered where it was exactly that she went from being generally apathetic and jaded about most things to actually giving a shit and putting in effort, and then she remember, oh, right, validation and being around people who actually cared.

So that was nice!

And the shot maker was working great, and there were maybe a few other things she was hoping to accomplish that evening, so her mood was excited and excellent, and she barely even noticed the Christmas lights, but, if she did? She'd have probably decided she needed to add some nice sparkly garlands to them to really make them pop!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
~~Pick Your Poison~~
Not really poison!
Pick a rum, pick a jello, add some fruit, bam!
Personalized Jello Shot Perfection!

Also, I made one with carrots and cabbage!

Caritas is open!

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"You don't do the jello thing?" Annie asked, wandering over to greet Jesse and observing the beer. "You must have better Summer-resistant powers than me."

Not that she'd like, had to twist Annie's arm. Jello was fun.

"I like my beer," Jesse said wryly, holding it up. "I try to avoid anything big and loud that I'm going to regret in the morning."

... innuendo not intended.

"Beer is kind that way," Annie agreed. "It doesn't hide behind sugar or fruit and make you think it's something it's not."

The blended drink experiment on Monday had resulted in a really cranky Tuesday morning, yes. She was going to have to fine-tune that.

"Or develops sentience and tries to kill you," Jesse said meditatively, and took another sip. "Well, so far. And I guess something like Bud might make that happen..."

She trailed off for a second, then added: "Sorry, my universe can make you pretty paranoid."

"No kidding," Annie said, raising her brows. "You guys have sentient drinks?"

And now she was looking down dubiously at her own glass, frowning.

"I haven't run into one yet," Jesse amended. "It's just... not infeasible."

She held up her beer. "Anything people have strong feelings about can kind of... go rogue."

"Like, anything?" Annie checked, curious. "I mean, I'm pretty passionate about cream-filled donuts. Would I put everyone at risk if I really enjoyed my Dunkin' run, in your universe?"

"If you did one at the wrong time in the wrong place? Yeah," Jesse said. "The examples I've been giving people here are... this killer fridge, and this anchor that kept spitting out old clocks..."

"You're in the running for weirdest universe I've heard about, now," Annie assured her. "So does everyone just like, have to keep their feelings...neutral? Just in case?"

That sort of made her sad.

"Most people don't actually know that this happens," Jesse said, pressing the beer bottle to her mouth contemplatively.

Then she took a quick sip.

"Until they're in the middle of it, anyway."

"Oh, wow, is that what you did before?" Annie asked. "Like, you're one of the people who knows?"

Annie wasn't really all about the whole idea of covering big things up from the public, but she knew it happened.

"I'm from a place called Ordinary, in Maine," Jesse said, and felt weirdly strange about saying that, as if the state she was from was in question, had been rewritten by some greater force out in the multiverse.

Huh.

"You won't find it on the map," she continued, "because it was wiped out about seventeen years ago. But nobody ever believed me when I told them why, so I just... stopped."

A year in a psychiatric hospital would make anyone stop, really.

"I'm getting used to the idea of not finding places on maps," Annie assured her with a little half-smile. "And I'm learning to just believe people, here. That's, like, by far not the weirdest thing I've been told about someone's home, if it helps?"

"That's probably because I haven't told you the details," said Jesse, and sipped her beer.

"The details are where the good stuff always is," Annie sighed good-naturedly. "Try me. I've heard a lot since I got here."

She spent too much time with Summer - not to mention Diego - to be that easily fazed anymore.

Jesse had loosened up a ton on keeping her secrets here, since everyone seemed to just... believe her, though she was keeping the Bureau one close to her chest. Still, she considered how much to say gravely.

"My town was lost in an incident involving a slide projector that went rogue," she said, "unleashing an evil entity called Not-Mother who turned all of the kids in town into creatures called Dung Monkeys, except for a friend of mine, Neil, who got turned into a kind of... melted dog. All of the adults vanished the next day."

Well, Annie was just going to need another drink after hearing that, and signaled down to Tino. "So, wait," she said, holding up a finger as she considered that. "How old were you, when this happened?"

Meaning: you did not appear to be a Dung Monkey or a disappeared person, Jesse.

"Eleven," Jesse said. She tapped her beer bottle a few times. "My brother was ten."

"So how'd you escape the Dung Monkey treatment?" Annie wondered. "I mean, you can also tell me to get lost, if I'm being nosy, sorry."

"No, it's fine," Jesse said lightly. "People take it better around here than they do back home."

She took a thoughtful swig of her beer. If Annie wanted to interpret that as her digging at bad memories... sure, that was kind of accurate.

She was just also thinking about how to talk around the Bureau, and her powers, and... anything that might make people on this island actively uncomfortable.

"Dylan and I were the ones who found the slide projector, though we weren't the ones who let out the Not-Mother," she said. "We managed to get away in time because we had warning. Or, well... I did. Dylan was taken away by the people who came in to clean up. I spent seventeen years trying to find him and... make some sense of what happened. Which is how I know."

"Oh, Jesse." Annie really did look sad, now, and if she had gotten stronger 'I like hugs' vibes from Jesse, you'd better believe she'd be trying for one. As it was, she reached a hand over to touch her arm, if Jesse would let her. "I'm so sorry. Did - have you found him?"

Jesse let her, but she shot Annie a faintly puzzled look, like she wasn't actually used to that and didn't know how to deal with it.

I shouldn't be so weirded out that people are this nice to me, but I'm just... this doesn't-- happen.

"I did," she said, "He... wasn't in a good place. There was an invasion, and... he's asleep now. For however long he needs to be."

Annie was a little touchy-feely for a lot of people, so she was kind of used to it. "That sounds like an improvement? Being asleep, I mean."

"I don't know," Jesse said. "I hope so. I wound up here shortly after I got those things out of his head, and... I get the impression he was in bad shape before then."

"Are you able to check on him?" Annie wondered, still frowning. "I can't even imagine how hard that must be, though."

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