[SCENE] Jake and Ema in "Nothing But Blue Skyes"
((With SilverWind a.k.a. Other Bambina temporarily playing Ema while Bee is on hiatus!))
Ema: *it's early evening when the old timey saloon doors of the Rusty Gust swing open, letting a certain white lab coat clad girl into the place. She glances about the saloon-and-grill with a rather cheerfully curious gaze, as though she hasn't been there in a while*
Jake: *Jake is wearing his fringe leather jacket over a white T-shirt today, working on writing up tonight's specials on a chalk board that hangs on the wall behind the counter. In the corner, someone has drawn some easter eggs and a little chick with bunny ears eating a chicken drumette*
Ema: *for a person who's trying to get into forensics, it takes Ema a surprisingly lengthy amount of time to notice that there's a person behind the bar counter. When she does she walks on over, munching on a couple of Snackoos as she calls out to the short-haired man* Excuse me--(munch)--can you tell me if Jake Marshall is working here today? (munch munch)
Jake: *turns and smiles broadly to her* That's my name, bambina. Don't wear it out. *tosses the chalk behind him -- Kate passes by and catches it to continue work on the chalk board. He comes out from aroud the counter to approach her* Well, well... It's been many suns since I seen a face like yours in here.
Ema: *gasps out in shock, nearly dropping her bag of snacks in the process of covering her mouth* Oh! Mr. Marshall! ...Y-you cut your hair!
Jake: You got it. *takes his hat off by the crown and turns his head to the side to show it off* Took a while to get used to the breeze blowin' at my neck.
Ema: *beams, admiring* I love it! And this way, we can finally see your ears. *thoughtfully, as she studies the aforementioned parts of his body* ...You know, when I was younger I had this theory that you were hiding them for some reason... *and in a quieter mumble* I guess I can write that one off.
Jake: *chuckles* So I could shield 'em from rumours and see the evidence for myself with my own eyes, mayhaps. What brings you to this side o' town?
Ema: We~ell, I didn't have a lot to do today, so I decided to do some exploring downtown. *pauses, tellingly* ...And since I was nearby, I wanted to come in and say hi! *reaches for a couple of Snackoos as she looks about again* I mean, it's been a pretty long time since I've stopped by... (Munch) I forgot that the place had to get renovated...
Jake: It was about time this ol' joint got some reinforcements. *replaces the hat on his head, tugging down on the rim* That earthquake...it was a blessing in disguise for the Gust. Told 'em that broken jukebox was a casualty and got us a new one.
Ema: Really? I've got to try it out! Hold on a sec-- *and she heads over to it to do just that*
Jake: *follows her after a moment, curious*
Ema: *after a few minutes of careful investigation and scrutiny of the jukebox's panel, she digs into her purse for a quarter* So, um... how have you been, Mr. Marshall? And what have you been up to-- aside from working here?
Jake: I'm feelin' pretty kedge. *leans against a stool* Got a lot of idle time on my hands, and most of it goes towards the saloon. Asides from that? I'm a cowboy with no horse or cattle to tend to.
Ema: *finally locates a quarter and drops it into the machine, clicking a button. The first few strains of Patsy Cline's Crazy start to play as she turns back to the cowboy* Hmm. It might not be the most scientific study, but I'm definitely noticing a reoccuring pattern in that answer, these days.
Jake: *gives her a look* Didn't know you were into this sorta music. Thought you liked the rock and roll?
Ema: I do not! *and lamely, less huffily* You're right, though; this isn't the usual stuff I like listening to. Lana used to play it a lot though, back in the day... it's one of the only songs I recognize on here.
Ema: *crosses her arms, glancing off* ...Incidentally, she's the one who's been giving me those similar replies when I've been asking her how she's doing.
Jake: Bambina's a busy woman. Can't recall the last time she took up a hobby... *rubs his chin* Those dancing lessons with that Edgeworth, yeah?
Ema: Yeah, but those stopped a while back, obviously. All she does now is bury herself in her work. *leans against the jukebox, listening to a few strains of the song before continuing* She makes time for me, but I'm not always around, and I'm moving out soon, besides... *surveys him warily*
Jake: Her work's important to her. *flicks out his knife and begins carefully picking out the dirt from under his nails with the tip* Not so much as you, of course.
Ema: *frowns* Well, yeah. But it got me thinking... since she's such a workaholic, it'd be great if there was someone around that she could really enjoy working with, you know? *not all that innocently* And she's told me she's still looking for someone to fill that senior P.I. position at her agency...
Jake: *snaps the knife shut* Bambina.
Ema: *jumps a little* H-huh?
Jake: If you're gonna go droppin' hints all over the place... *points at her* Pick up after yourself before you leave, will you? Sweepin' up all the peanut shells is enough of a hard row to hoe. *pockets his knife*
Ema: *frowns* Okay, fine--I guess I was being a little obvious there. But someone had to bring it up. I get back to the States and there's this whole... this whole soap opera playing out.
Jake: You're tellin' me. *places a hand on the counter, walking behind it* Care for a drink?
Ema: *with a relieved sigh* ... Yeah, actually. Just a beer, thanks.. *heads over to the counter, taking a seat on one of the barstools* I can't help thinking that there was--is--some MAJOR miscommunication going on. And the both of you are so stubborn... *hesitates* I'm not pointing fingers, but don't you think someone made a mistake along the way?
Jake: *takes a beer glass and fills it with a cream ale from the tap* Mistakes don't feel good when you make 'em, but later along the line, you begin regarding them as "experience." *slides the glass over to Ema*
Ema: *primly, as she takes a large sip of the drink* And? Did you learn anything from the "experience"?
Jake: *smirks and moves to the tap and gets a glass of water for himself* Odd, ain't it? How often a heart's gotta be broken 'fore the years can make it wise. *drinks from his glass*
Ema: *frowns* What does that mean? ...In scientific terms, please.
Jake: *looks steadily at her* What I'm sayin' is, it's done for.
Ema: *was reaching into her bag of Snackoos as he was speaking; as he finishes, she glares at him and pelts one at his head* See? Stubborn! It's like I can't even reason with either of you!
Jake: *once the Snackoo bounces off his hat and onto the counter, he picks it up between his index finger and thumb* *flatly* Firin' bullets without warning will get you shot in Texas, filly.
Ema: *glares* And so would being an unreasonable--totally illogical-- cowboy, I'm sure!
Jake: "Illogical" is just two letters away from "logical"... *grins and flicks the Snackoo into the trash bin* But they're two completely different things, hmm?
Ema: Hey, that was still edible! *glowers, her volume rising* And you're trying to avoid the issue!
Jake: *leans over the counter, hands planted on the surface; he keeps his head level so she can meet his eyes* What is it you're sayin' I should do?
Ema: *is quiet for a moment, refolding her arms*
Ema: Look--whatever you had before might be over, but you're still friends with Lana, right? And she's... lonely, and you've got too much time on your hands, so why don't you see if you can't work alongside her? It might not be exactly like the past, but...
Jake: *tilts his head down* I'll tell it to you straight -- I reckon your sister and I are better off keeping a safe distance from one another. It ain't no barbed wire fence between us...but the past's put a divide there that's best not crossed.
Ema: *stares down at her drink--not feeling any urge to sip from it* Why?
Jake: It's simple. Like a gate rusted shut, our history's corroded our relationship beyond repair. *stands up* Be it one of romance, or of work.
Ema: You don't know that--neither of you do! *abandons her beer, reopens her bag of Snackoos instead and shovels the snack into her mouth angrily* You both would just rather (munch) write something off (munch munch) than try and talk it out! (MUNCH)
Jake: *stares at her, momentarily impressed by her furious eating. He'd heard about it, but seeing it in person...* What makes you think everything will be fine and daisy once we talk things over?
Ema: *grabs hold of her glass of beer and downs a big gulp--flushing slightly from the endevor* Because--because, well, I don't know! You'll never know until you try, scientifically speaking--and the both of you haven't tried, have you? *huffs; it's poor reasoning, and she knows it herself* ...Tell me one thing, at least.
Jake: *smiles* Yeah, bambina? *drinks from his glass*
Ema: You came back to Los Angeles for a reason, didn't you? *looks... earnestly at him, and it's an almost childlike hurt expression* Not just for the weather, or this bar... you enjoyed your time in Wyoming, right?
Jake: .....
Jake: *his smile softens, and he leans over the counter again, this time with his forearm resting on the surface* Ya sure you wouldn't rather follow in your sister's footsteps and become a detective instead?
Ema: *harumphs-- then grins at him, adjusting the glasses balanced on the top of her head* I'm certain! This much deductive reasoning would just go to waste anywhere else!
Jake: *laughs a hearty chuckle* Might wanna give it more thought. You've hit the bullseye. *yoinks the glasses off her head, standing back up*
Ema: Hey! *stands up hurriedly herself, making a grab for them-- but stopping midreach* Wait--hold it-- I was?!
Jake: *puts the pink-tinted luminol glasses on and points a finger to his temple* Scientifically speaking, Wyoming and I were a 91% match!
Ema: Heeeeey! *crosses her arms, then stops herself and points out a hand, two fingers forward, putting on her best gruff voice when she purses her lips* And... an' the other 9%, pardner? "In seven words or less." *it's... actually a pretty good impression*
Jake: *lifting the glasses up over his eyes with a grin* It was missing a crucial ingredient to the mixture -- one Lana Skye. *takes them off and replaces them on Ema's head, albeit a bit crookedly* That, and I was close to becomin' an icicle in the winters.
Ema: *beams, her eyes shining* That wasn't seven words, Mr. Marshall! ... But I got it. Make sure sis gets it too, alright?
Jake: When it comes to your sister, I can't ever limit myself to seven words or less. Except mayhaps... *thinks for a couple of beats* She's better off not knowin'.
Ema: If there's anything, anything I learned from Lana's trial... well, aside from the other stuff, it's that people should stop keeping things from each other! Maybe you should keep that in mind, too.
Jake: ...Hm. Wise words. *takes a gulp of water* Well, let me ask you this: *nudges up on the rim of his hat* Why do you reckon she's still interested?
Ema: You mean something special to her. Trust me; it's sister's intuition. *glances off, with a rather stubbornfaced expression* Besides, if you hand in an application, she'll have to judge it fairly--that's just who she is.
Jake: *simply* I'd require a license to be able to do that.
Ema: Well? *takes a couple of quick sips of her beer, without sitting back down* Go get it, then!
Jake: .... *takes a long drink from his glass and swallows. He slides a bowl of peanuts over to her* Salty goods?
Ema: No thanks! ...I figure I've left you plenty of hints and not-really-hints to sweep up, already. *grins and takes a big gulp of her drink again, finishing it off* Aah! And I should get going, before Lana gets wind of where I am.
Jake: *smirks* Why? She tell you to stay away from curly wolves in the badlands?
Ema: No, but it'd spoil the surprise if she found out ahead of time! *wrinkles her nose, reaching into her purse for her wallet* And she hasn't mentioned it outright, but I'm pretty sure she has me on a curfew.
Jake: The cerveza's on the house. *takes her empty glass and puts it behind the counter* And I say there's no curfew -- whoever enforces the law's gotta set down the conditions loud 'n' clear, ain't that right?
Ema: Thanks! And... right, but I can tell she gets worried. *with a fairly serious expression* And then I'm not all that sure she wouldn't send out the swat teams. *turns to the door, but then glances back to Jake* You'll let me know how it goes, right?
Jake: Sure thing. *winks at her* Adios, bambina.
Ema: See ya, Mr. Marshall! *gives a cheerful wave, then walks on out of the saloon quite happily--mission accomplished!*
Ema: *it's early evening when the old timey saloon doors of the Rusty Gust swing open, letting a certain white lab coat clad girl into the place. She glances about the saloon-and-grill with a rather cheerfully curious gaze, as though she hasn't been there in a while*
Jake: *Jake is wearing his fringe leather jacket over a white T-shirt today, working on writing up tonight's specials on a chalk board that hangs on the wall behind the counter. In the corner, someone has drawn some easter eggs and a little chick with bunny ears eating a chicken drumette*
Ema: *for a person who's trying to get into forensics, it takes Ema a surprisingly lengthy amount of time to notice that there's a person behind the bar counter. When she does she walks on over, munching on a couple of Snackoos as she calls out to the short-haired man* Excuse me--(munch)--can you tell me if Jake Marshall is working here today? (munch munch)
Jake: *turns and smiles broadly to her* That's my name, bambina. Don't wear it out. *tosses the chalk behind him -- Kate passes by and catches it to continue work on the chalk board. He comes out from aroud the counter to approach her* Well, well... It's been many suns since I seen a face like yours in here.
Ema: *gasps out in shock, nearly dropping her bag of snacks in the process of covering her mouth* Oh! Mr. Marshall! ...Y-you cut your hair!
Jake: You got it. *takes his hat off by the crown and turns his head to the side to show it off* Took a while to get used to the breeze blowin' at my neck.
Ema: *beams, admiring* I love it! And this way, we can finally see your ears. *thoughtfully, as she studies the aforementioned parts of his body* ...You know, when I was younger I had this theory that you were hiding them for some reason... *and in a quieter mumble* I guess I can write that one off.
Jake: *chuckles* So I could shield 'em from rumours and see the evidence for myself with my own eyes, mayhaps. What brings you to this side o' town?
Ema: We~ell, I didn't have a lot to do today, so I decided to do some exploring downtown. *pauses, tellingly* ...And since I was nearby, I wanted to come in and say hi! *reaches for a couple of Snackoos as she looks about again* I mean, it's been a pretty long time since I've stopped by... (Munch) I forgot that the place had to get renovated...
Jake: It was about time this ol' joint got some reinforcements. *replaces the hat on his head, tugging down on the rim* That earthquake...it was a blessing in disguise for the Gust. Told 'em that broken jukebox was a casualty and got us a new one.
Ema: Really? I've got to try it out! Hold on a sec-- *and she heads over to it to do just that*
Jake: *follows her after a moment, curious*
Ema: *after a few minutes of careful investigation and scrutiny of the jukebox's panel, she digs into her purse for a quarter* So, um... how have you been, Mr. Marshall? And what have you been up to-- aside from working here?
Jake: I'm feelin' pretty kedge. *leans against a stool* Got a lot of idle time on my hands, and most of it goes towards the saloon. Asides from that? I'm a cowboy with no horse or cattle to tend to.
Ema: *finally locates a quarter and drops it into the machine, clicking a button. The first few strains of Patsy Cline's Crazy start to play as she turns back to the cowboy* Hmm. It might not be the most scientific study, but I'm definitely noticing a reoccuring pattern in that answer, these days.
Jake: *gives her a look* Didn't know you were into this sorta music. Thought you liked the rock and roll?
Ema: I do not! *and lamely, less huffily* You're right, though; this isn't the usual stuff I like listening to. Lana used to play it a lot though, back in the day... it's one of the only songs I recognize on here.
Ema: *crosses her arms, glancing off* ...Incidentally, she's the one who's been giving me those similar replies when I've been asking her how she's doing.
Jake: Bambina's a busy woman. Can't recall the last time she took up a hobby... *rubs his chin* Those dancing lessons with that Edgeworth, yeah?
Ema: Yeah, but those stopped a while back, obviously. All she does now is bury herself in her work. *leans against the jukebox, listening to a few strains of the song before continuing* She makes time for me, but I'm not always around, and I'm moving out soon, besides... *surveys him warily*
Jake: Her work's important to her. *flicks out his knife and begins carefully picking out the dirt from under his nails with the tip* Not so much as you, of course.
Ema: *frowns* Well, yeah. But it got me thinking... since she's such a workaholic, it'd be great if there was someone around that she could really enjoy working with, you know? *not all that innocently* And she's told me she's still looking for someone to fill that senior P.I. position at her agency...
Jake: *snaps the knife shut* Bambina.
Ema: *jumps a little* H-huh?
Jake: If you're gonna go droppin' hints all over the place... *points at her* Pick up after yourself before you leave, will you? Sweepin' up all the peanut shells is enough of a hard row to hoe. *pockets his knife*
Ema: *frowns* Okay, fine--I guess I was being a little obvious there. But someone had to bring it up. I get back to the States and there's this whole... this whole soap opera playing out.
Jake: You're tellin' me. *places a hand on the counter, walking behind it* Care for a drink?
Ema: *with a relieved sigh* ... Yeah, actually. Just a beer, thanks.. *heads over to the counter, taking a seat on one of the barstools* I can't help thinking that there was--is--some MAJOR miscommunication going on. And the both of you are so stubborn... *hesitates* I'm not pointing fingers, but don't you think someone made a mistake along the way?
Jake: *takes a beer glass and fills it with a cream ale from the tap* Mistakes don't feel good when you make 'em, but later along the line, you begin regarding them as "experience." *slides the glass over to Ema*
Ema: *primly, as she takes a large sip of the drink* And? Did you learn anything from the "experience"?
Jake: *smirks and moves to the tap and gets a glass of water for himself* Odd, ain't it? How often a heart's gotta be broken 'fore the years can make it wise. *drinks from his glass*
Ema: *frowns* What does that mean? ...In scientific terms, please.
Jake: *looks steadily at her* What I'm sayin' is, it's done for.
Ema: *was reaching into her bag of Snackoos as he was speaking; as he finishes, she glares at him and pelts one at his head* See? Stubborn! It's like I can't even reason with either of you!
Jake: *once the Snackoo bounces off his hat and onto the counter, he picks it up between his index finger and thumb* *flatly* Firin' bullets without warning will get you shot in Texas, filly.
Ema: *glares* And so would being an unreasonable--totally illogical-- cowboy, I'm sure!
Jake: "Illogical" is just two letters away from "logical"... *grins and flicks the Snackoo into the trash bin* But they're two completely different things, hmm?
Ema: Hey, that was still edible! *glowers, her volume rising* And you're trying to avoid the issue!
Jake: *leans over the counter, hands planted on the surface; he keeps his head level so she can meet his eyes* What is it you're sayin' I should do?
Ema: *is quiet for a moment, refolding her arms*
Ema: Look--whatever you had before might be over, but you're still friends with Lana, right? And she's... lonely, and you've got too much time on your hands, so why don't you see if you can't work alongside her? It might not be exactly like the past, but...
Jake: *tilts his head down* I'll tell it to you straight -- I reckon your sister and I are better off keeping a safe distance from one another. It ain't no barbed wire fence between us...but the past's put a divide there that's best not crossed.
Ema: *stares down at her drink--not feeling any urge to sip from it* Why?
Jake: It's simple. Like a gate rusted shut, our history's corroded our relationship beyond repair. *stands up* Be it one of romance, or of work.
Ema: You don't know that--neither of you do! *abandons her beer, reopens her bag of Snackoos instead and shovels the snack into her mouth angrily* You both would just rather (munch) write something off (munch munch) than try and talk it out! (MUNCH)
Jake: *stares at her, momentarily impressed by her furious eating. He'd heard about it, but seeing it in person...* What makes you think everything will be fine and daisy once we talk things over?
Ema: *grabs hold of her glass of beer and downs a big gulp--flushing slightly from the endevor* Because--because, well, I don't know! You'll never know until you try, scientifically speaking--and the both of you haven't tried, have you? *huffs; it's poor reasoning, and she knows it herself* ...Tell me one thing, at least.
Jake: *smiles* Yeah, bambina? *drinks from his glass*
Ema: You came back to Los Angeles for a reason, didn't you? *looks... earnestly at him, and it's an almost childlike hurt expression* Not just for the weather, or this bar... you enjoyed your time in Wyoming, right?
Jake: .....
Jake: *his smile softens, and he leans over the counter again, this time with his forearm resting on the surface* Ya sure you wouldn't rather follow in your sister's footsteps and become a detective instead?
Ema: *harumphs-- then grins at him, adjusting the glasses balanced on the top of her head* I'm certain! This much deductive reasoning would just go to waste anywhere else!
Jake: *laughs a hearty chuckle* Might wanna give it more thought. You've hit the bullseye. *yoinks the glasses off her head, standing back up*
Ema: Hey! *stands up hurriedly herself, making a grab for them-- but stopping midreach* Wait--hold it-- I was?!
Jake: *puts the pink-tinted luminol glasses on and points a finger to his temple* Scientifically speaking, Wyoming and I were a 91% match!
Ema: Heeeeey! *crosses her arms, then stops herself and points out a hand, two fingers forward, putting on her best gruff voice when she purses her lips* And... an' the other 9%, pardner? "In seven words or less." *it's... actually a pretty good impression*
Jake: *lifting the glasses up over his eyes with a grin* It was missing a crucial ingredient to the mixture -- one Lana Skye. *takes them off and replaces them on Ema's head, albeit a bit crookedly* That, and I was close to becomin' an icicle in the winters.
Ema: *beams, her eyes shining* That wasn't seven words, Mr. Marshall! ... But I got it. Make sure sis gets it too, alright?
Jake: When it comes to your sister, I can't ever limit myself to seven words or less. Except mayhaps... *thinks for a couple of beats* She's better off not knowin'.
Ema: If there's anything, anything I learned from Lana's trial... well, aside from the other stuff, it's that people should stop keeping things from each other! Maybe you should keep that in mind, too.
Jake: ...Hm. Wise words. *takes a gulp of water* Well, let me ask you this: *nudges up on the rim of his hat* Why do you reckon she's still interested?
Ema: You mean something special to her. Trust me; it's sister's intuition. *glances off, with a rather stubbornfaced expression* Besides, if you hand in an application, she'll have to judge it fairly--that's just who she is.
Jake: *simply* I'd require a license to be able to do that.
Ema: Well? *takes a couple of quick sips of her beer, without sitting back down* Go get it, then!
Jake: .... *takes a long drink from his glass and swallows. He slides a bowl of peanuts over to her* Salty goods?
Ema: No thanks! ...I figure I've left you plenty of hints and not-really-hints to sweep up, already. *grins and takes a big gulp of her drink again, finishing it off* Aah! And I should get going, before Lana gets wind of where I am.
Jake: *smirks* Why? She tell you to stay away from curly wolves in the badlands?
Ema: No, but it'd spoil the surprise if she found out ahead of time! *wrinkles her nose, reaching into her purse for her wallet* And she hasn't mentioned it outright, but I'm pretty sure she has me on a curfew.
Jake: The cerveza's on the house. *takes her empty glass and puts it behind the counter* And I say there's no curfew -- whoever enforces the law's gotta set down the conditions loud 'n' clear, ain't that right?
Ema: Thanks! And... right, but I can tell she gets worried. *with a fairly serious expression* And then I'm not all that sure she wouldn't send out the swat teams. *turns to the door, but then glances back to Jake* You'll let me know how it goes, right?
Jake: Sure thing. *winks at her* Adios, bambina.
Ema: See ya, Mr. Marshall! *gives a cheerful wave, then walks on out of the saloon quite happily--mission accomplished!*