Close your eyes and I'll be on my way

[samantha_ex]

"No, I won't tell you what your present is," Samantha says, chuckling into the phone. "If I told you now, you wouldn't be surprised, would you? All right, then. Keep on being a good boy. Yes, I told him you said hi. I'll see you tomorrow morning, all right? Let me talk to Aunt Jaye." She checks her watch, then looks up at the departure

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[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila's trudging her way through the lobby, on the way back from an unspeakably horrifying interview. Even though Fiona's gotten her proper identification, no one seems to want to hire her. Something about lack of experience. She's going to have to take up Ash's suggestion that she work at the S-Mart. Because of this, her emotions are utterly conflicted.

She stares at the stairwell for a good minute before shrugging and punching the button marked "lobby" on the right side of the elevator bank. There is a loud ding, and the lights in the lobby flicker.

When the doors open abruptly and an unfamiliar woman emerges into the light, she gasps.

((OOC: Going to insta-slowtimes, but I couldn't resist. Shall pick up tags Monday evening!))

[samantha_ex]

Automatically, Samantha puts on her most charming smile. "I'm so sorry," she says smoothly, "but I seem to have taken a wrong turn...."

[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila swiftly tries to regain her composure. Perhaps this is one of Ash's tennants. "Tis oft the way of this place," she murmurs. She automatically assumes that the woman is one of the Fin's new residents, one of Ash's borders.

"Dist ye hope to reach the pool? Or the gardens? Ye must turn left for the gardens. Left for the pool as well, and down stairs. If ye wish to reach another location in Dearborn, I fear ye must inquire of another, for I only...arrived here recently."

See how well she can give directions? And they wouldn't give her a job at the gas station three blocks away!

((OOC: Around and about for a couple of hours, then slows again :)))And sorry for the retag, my brain fails :p

[samantha_ex]

Samantha raises her eyebrows. "Wow, whatever play you're doing for Shakespeare in the Park, I bet you're doing a great job. No, actually, I was hoping to catch my flight to Chicago?" She puts on her most appealing face, with extra blinking. "It's important for me to catch the flight. I promised my son I'd be home tomorrow."

Less than an hour later

[samantha_ex]

She sees the sign for the city limits of Dearborn coming up, but as the nose of the silver Jetta passes that flat square of green--

--disconnect--

Samantha finds herself falling a yard to the ground. No, not ground. Floor. From inside a car to--where?

She looks around at the unfamiliar four walls. "Whoever's doing this," she says in a voice that only trembles a little bit, "it's not funny."

Cautiously she gets to her feet, then makes her way to the window to peer outside.

Across the street is Fiona's silver Jetta. Parked exactly where she'd started this all-too-short trip.

Almost sunset

[samantha_ex]

Samantha is a rational, logical woman, as many thieves are. She understands that if X influences Y, then Z will happen. Years of specializing in technology acquisitions has given her a working knowledge of the scientific mindset, one that happens to fit well with her own, aside from that tiny little difference in goals.

In the face of irrationality and illogic, she takes the elevator back down to the lobby, leaning against the mirrored walls each in turn, eyes closed, silently begging whatever powers are listening to take her back, let her go, let her son not grow up without a mother, let him know that while Mommy lies at the drop of a wallet to everyone else in the world she will not lie to him, that she will come get him when she promised, that she will make sure he's safe, that she will take care of him and love him forever.

But when she opens her eyes, the elevator door is open, showing her the lobby of the Fin, where Fiona and Sheila wait.

Re: Almost sunset

[teethkicknheels]

Fiona's sitting on the lobby's round sofa and talking quietly with Sheila, her feet tucked up under her. Her head jerks up as the elevator doors ding open, and she holds her breath for a moment until she realizes it's Samantha. No more surprises so far today, at least.

Discontent is written across her face as she watches the open elevator.

Re: Almost sunset

[samantha_ex]

Samantha moves slowly out of the elevator, feeling as if she weighs three times greater than normal. At least.

At last she speaks. "You ... said something about a courtesy phone?" she asks Sheila. "Is there any way I can use it to call my son?"

Re: Almost sunset

[maid_of_kandar]

Sheila immediately feels badly for the woman. "Aye, there is one behind the desk. I dinna know if anyone outside the town may be reached this way, however."

Samantha may be duplicitous, but she's clearly telling the truth about her son.

((OOC: around and about 'til about 1AM EST))