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That gets a dry huff.

"I'm normally a beer girl, but these might go good with coffee?" She shifts to lean both elbows on the counter, more comfortable and at ease. "And as far as anyone knows, that's just... how things work. The problems start when things get pushy about it."

She holds the cookie in both hands, turning it idly in her hands. "I've met a couple of, uh. Beings, I guess, from other dimensions." She shrugs. "Technically one of them is my boss? I think I'm also..."

She looks up with a frown. She just doesn't know how to phrase it. "I think one of them is part of me now? Her main, um. Anchor, body, sort of, i-it got destroyed. And, uh. I think all of her... presence, in our reality. Came back to me. Like... filings to a magnet. Maybe."

Maggie's brow furrows, and she pauses in pulling coffee grounds down from the cabinet. "Is she a separate consciousness, sometimes or always present? Or like... a hum of background noise? Or do you not usually feel her? Of course, if I'm missing some possibility, feel free to insert your own description."

She'll get coffee brewing now, she just had to ask about that.

Her head snaps up a little quickly, broken out of the existential-crisis rabbit-hole by remembering Maggie's still there.

"Uhh..." She huffs a heavy breath out, flapping her bangs up before she rubs her face with one hand. "All of the above? I barely remember what it's like without her. But she doesn't... talk, not like you and I are. It's like... feelings, urges, prompting me to check something out for her. She's not my boss, we're a team. I called her Polaris. Like-" and she does a lazy little jazzhands, elbows not leaving the table. "You know, the north star."

Edited 2024-09-03 08:04 (UTC)

"Mm." Maggie starts the coffeemaker and turns to face Jesse, leaning against the counter. "That's definitely better than some possibilities, in terms of otherworldly entities sharing your body. Glad you two are a good fit for one another."

She feels the soft press of Polaris' grateful love against her, and she smiles faintly.

"Definitely makes me feel like I fit in here, at least," she adds, resting on her elbows again. "Just one more weirdo in a grade-A looney bin."

"How's settling into Barge craziness going?" Maggie asks. "You got hit with a lot right off the bat."

"Would you believe that's been the easy part?" She leans on on hand to gesture at the room. "All of this is my job back home, the weird- everything changing every time you enter a new area. Magic rooms inside magic rooms, sort of thing. I have a lamp cord where if you pull it three times you get send to this motel that might exist between universes."

She gives a light huff. "Honestly, it's being in charge of people that's the weird part. Still new to me."

Maggie laughs. "That part's my bread and butter. I run the fiction department of a global news site back home. I've got twenty writers working directly under me. And I work closely with the heads of our factual and action news departments, so I adopt their employees too. I'm pretty sure some of them have jokingly started calling me and Mahir "Mom and Dad" behind our backs. There's a reason Iris looked at me and went 'yeah, you're a pack matriarch waiting to happen.'"

Thoughtfully, she adds, "Actually, I miss it. Having a whole bunch of people it was literally my job to look out for. Things here are more... fractured and complicated."

Edited 2024-09-30 17:22 (UTC)

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