The pace of the tale is picking up a little bit-- less in words and more in actions. Even Heather is stumbling a little less on her tongue, although she seems to be in a bit of a hurry to get it all out, speaking at a hectic pace now.
"So I met myself--"
Scooting the two mugs together.
"... And I knew I had to stop them. So..."
A brief pause, with the shakers 'menacing' the two girls, and then she makes 'Cheryl' bolt for it.
"And then for the next I-don't-even-know-how-many-hours, it was basically like THIS--"
Her hands move almost like somebody playing a really intense game of chess, except instead of an elegant demonstration of strategy and planning, she's just sort of scooting all the characters around on the table randomly, and really fast. The pepper-shaker ends up with a fork's tines stuck in the holes at one point until the coffeepot whacks the fork and sends it skittering, the salt-shaker seems really intent on talking to the coffeepot, who can never seem to catch up to the less-full mug for some reason, the shakers THEMSELVES wind up clacking violently against each other with angry, squabbling sound effects every so often, and at some point a spoon joins the mix.
"But finally..."
With the hand holding the salt-shaker, she grabs the 'Cheryl' mug and ... pours it back into 'Alessa'.
"... And then... um."
She hesitates there, sort of... staring at her motley assortment of cutlery and ceramics blankly, apparently finally lost for words on how to describe exactly what went down there. ... Even though she does remember. She remembers surprisingly clearly. But ... thinking about telling Cooper about it is just...
"... Well, that's not important to... this, I guess."
With a grim look, she sweeps most of the the assortment-- all of them (... including 'Cheryl') except for 'Alessa' and 'Dad'-- away.
"But long story short..."
Reaching back over to the corner, she pauses when she finds that there aren't any mugs left. So on second thought... she just grabs a handful of napkins, slaps them down on the table in front of her, and then pours the coffee-salt-pepper mess out onto them.
"I died. In fire."
Tossing the original mug away somewhat... roughly (it doesn't break, but it does hit the table and skid, falling on its side and rolling in a small circle), she then grabs the soggy napkins, mashes them up into an oblong shape, and holds it up, dripping.
At long last, she makes eye-contact with Cooper.
"But first I got out. This is Alessa. It's me. I'm Alessa."
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"So I met myself--"
Scooting the two mugs together.
"... And I knew I had to stop them. So..."
A brief pause, with the shakers 'menacing' the two girls, and then she makes 'Cheryl' bolt for it.
"And then for the next I-don't-even-know-how-many-hours, it was basically like THIS--"
Her hands move almost like somebody playing a really intense game of chess, except instead of an elegant demonstration of strategy and planning, she's just sort of scooting all the characters around on the table randomly, and really fast. The pepper-shaker ends up with a fork's tines stuck in the holes at one point until the coffeepot whacks the fork and sends it skittering, the salt-shaker seems really intent on talking to the coffeepot, who can never seem to catch up to the less-full mug for some reason, the shakers THEMSELVES wind up clacking violently against each other with angry, squabbling sound effects every so often, and at some point a spoon joins the mix.
"But finally..."
With the hand holding the salt-shaker, she grabs the 'Cheryl' mug and ... pours it back into 'Alessa'.
"... And then... um."
She hesitates there, sort of... staring at her motley assortment of cutlery and ceramics blankly, apparently finally lost for words on how to describe exactly what went down there. ... Even though she does remember. She remembers surprisingly clearly. But ... thinking about telling Cooper about it is just...
"... Well, that's not important to... this, I guess."
With a grim look, she sweeps most of the the assortment-- all of them (... including 'Cheryl') except for 'Alessa' and 'Dad'-- away.
"But long story short..."
Reaching back over to the corner, she pauses when she finds that there aren't any mugs left. So on second thought... she just grabs a handful of napkins, slaps them down on the table in front of her, and then pours the coffee-salt-pepper mess out onto them.
"I died. In fire."
Tossing the original mug away somewhat... roughly (it doesn't break, but it does hit the table and skid, falling on its side and rolling in a small circle), she then grabs the soggy napkins, mashes them up into an oblong shape, and holds it up, dripping.
At long last, she makes eye-contact with Cooper.
"But first I got out. This is Alessa. It's me. I'm Alessa."