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."
"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."
"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"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."
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"How's settling into Barge craziness going?" Maggie asks. "You got hit with a lot right off the bat."
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She gives a light huff. "Honestly, it's being in charge of people that's the weird part. Still new to me."
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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."