Over the weekend Rute’s family is even less pleased to hear she’ll be going into the Mansion again but they don’t bother protesting beyond sighs and frowns.
Poly also calls in between her summer courses and immediately grills Rute on every detail, even the unproductive ones. (“No I didn’t try using an EMF reader. I don’t even know what that- Well why would I be carrying that around?”) This is followed up by a promise to “get to the bottom of this” (“Poly, you really don’t have to do that,”) and that she’d have the results of her research in for Rute in a few weeks.
It’s actually somewhat of a relief when the fateful day arrives, not that it shows on the tremulous expression Rute makes when she hears the Host’s voice again. Though she’s polite enough to nod and say “Hello, again,” in the general vicinity of where she hears him.
(She can almost brush it off as being like listening to someone on a phone or intercom- except that he’s not, he’s just there and invisible because he’s a ghost, and that tiny detail sticks in her mind like a burr.)
Her expression lightens a bit at seeing another human being- “Hi,” she says, “I’m Rute,”- although she still makes her way after Leslie with a definite degree of wariness, half-expecting every door they pass to randomly burst open.
The mortal staff room isn’t quite as comforting as one might expect; it’s a human space, or at least a modern one, but the horror themed decor isn’t exactly to Rute’s taste. Still, it’s not as if it matters. A job’s a job, she’s here to work, so she tries to push her jitters aside and focus more on what Leslie’s saying.
It takes a minute for Rute to pick out a uniform, looking carefully to make sure she grabs one that will actually fit. The official outfits are considerably darker than her usual style but she appreciates that the main color is green. “Right,” she says, once she finally picks out one that seems the right length, “Be out in a bit.”
She slips into the changing room, shuts the door, but before getting to business she pauses. The air in the room feels normal but...
“If there are any ghosts in here,” Rute mutters, attempting to strike a balance between ‘audible to any ghosts but not to Leslie,’ “Get out. I know an exorcist and I will not hesitate to call on him.” Honesty compels her to add, “...Well, I don’t know if he’s actually licensed to perform them but he’s a priest and I’m sure he has connections.”
Having thus attempted to assure herself, Rute changes into the uniform as hurriedly as one can when changing into unfamiliar clothes. She takes a moment afterwards to examine herself critically, making sure she looks okay- she can’t help but snort at the silly bat on the headdress- and once she’s reasonably sure she passes muster, Rute hurries on out again, holding her regular clothes.
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Date: 2019-01-16 12:15 am (UTC)Poly also calls in between her summer courses and immediately grills Rute on every detail, even the unproductive ones. (“No I didn’t try using an EMF reader. I don’t even know what that- Well why would I be carrying that around?”) This is followed up by a promise to “get to the bottom of this” (“Poly, you really don’t have to do that,”) and that she’d have the results of her research in for Rute in a few weeks.
It’s actually somewhat of a relief when the fateful day arrives, not that it shows on the tremulous expression Rute makes when she hears the Host’s voice again. Though she’s polite enough to nod and say “Hello, again,” in the general vicinity of where she hears him.
(She can almost brush it off as being like listening to someone on a phone or intercom- except that he’s not, he’s just there and invisible because he’s a ghost, and that tiny detail sticks in her mind like a burr.)
Her expression lightens a bit at seeing another human being- “Hi,” she says, “I’m Rute,”- although she still makes her way after Leslie with a definite degree of wariness, half-expecting every door they pass to randomly burst open.
The mortal staff room isn’t quite as comforting as one might expect; it’s a human space, or at least a modern one, but the horror themed decor isn’t exactly to Rute’s taste. Still, it’s not as if it matters. A job’s a job, she’s here to work, so she tries to push her jitters aside and focus more on what Leslie’s saying.
It takes a minute for Rute to pick out a uniform, looking carefully to make sure she grabs one that will actually fit. The official outfits are considerably darker than her usual style but she appreciates that the main color is green. “Right,” she says, once she finally picks out one that seems the right length, “Be out in a bit.”
She slips into the changing room, shuts the door, but before getting to business she pauses. The air in the room feels normal but...
“If there are any ghosts in here,” Rute mutters, attempting to strike a balance between ‘audible to any ghosts but not to Leslie,’ “Get out. I know an exorcist and I will not hesitate to call on him.” Honesty compels her to add, “...Well, I don’t know if he’s actually licensed to perform them but he’s a priest and I’m sure he has connections.”
Having thus attempted to assure herself, Rute changes into the uniform as hurriedly as one can when changing into unfamiliar clothes. She takes a moment afterwards to examine herself critically, making sure she looks okay- she can’t help but snort at the silly bat on the headdress- and once she’s reasonably sure she passes muster, Rute hurries on out again, holding her regular clothes.
“Where do I put these?”