Thread Roulette: Mistrust

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What exactly are you doing here, anyway? Featuring William Brewster and Lenore and Moira Sanders

[Will Brewster]

Will walked into the staff lounge, loosening his tie as he did so. It was his break time, and he was starving, so he wasted no time in grabbing his lunch from the fridge and tossing it in the microwave. Will would normally go and get take out, but he actually had leftovers for once, and decided they better not go to waste. Steak and potatoes, the lunch of champions. Surprisingly, the staff lounge was empty, which was a bit unfortunate. Will was a social butterfly, and he disliked having nobody to talk to.

He pulled out a chair and took a newspaper from his bag, setting it on the table. When in doubt, read. It didn’t matter the material, Will would likely read it. It was about the only thing he did other than sleep if he was by himself.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Ah, the power of microwaves. Instant warm food. He grabbed his tupperware from the microwave, juggling it to keep his hands from burning while he brought it back to the table. Just as he set it down, he heard the door open, and a woman walked through. Oh, two women. Two twins. TWINS. “Well, hel-lo, ladies.” This was certainly a pleasant surprise.

[Lenore & Moira Sanders]

Lenore and Moira usually didn't spend the whole day at the school, at least not together. One or the other would come for a few hours, have a meeting, then return to the Operation Patriot offices. It wasn't pleasant being separated that long, but it was more efficient that way. One could work at the office, one could work at Hammel. She could literally be in two places at once.

But today she'd decided to just go to Hammel all day. OP was planning another job and college fair in January, and she had a few meetings with teachers and the student head of the activities council for suggestions. Eventually, they were going to start trusting her here. She was a Hammel alum herself. Why didn't people believe all she wanted was to give students the best opportunities?

After the first three meetings, she had an hour to spare. Ms. Morganstern had offered her an invitation to the staff lounge, so she headed there to grab some coffee. Lenore and Moira didn't have to speak to each other as she walked in. She heard the teacher's comment and responded with an identical smirk. She had memorized the employee facebook, so she knew he was Will Brewster, literature teacher. This should be charming.

"Hello, Mr. Brewster." The twins said in stereo, voices and inflection mirroring exactly. "I just came in for some coffee."

[Will Brewster]

Will raised his eyebrows. They spoke just as similarly as they looked. Now that's hot. How was it possible that these lovely ladies knew his name, but he didn’t know theirs? Will was certain he wouldn’t forget meeting such a beautiful pair, and he racked his brain to think of if anyone had mentioned twin staff members. Nothing. He would have been on that as soon as it was mentioned. He wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not, but whatever. Go with the flow, right? “Well, no need to introduce myself,” he stood, walking over the coffee maker and starting to pour them a couple of cups, “but I’m afraid I don’t know your names.” He could be a gentleman when the situation called for it… or he was trying to get what he wanted.

…And he certainly wanted something.

“Will you join me, then? I would love to have some… company.” William’s eyes lingered on their figures, a smirk tugging at his lips. He certainly wasn’t going to let them leave so quickly. “Sugar? Cream? Or just straight black?” As he brought his gaze back up to actually look at their faces, he caught site of a ring. Left hand, too. Ah well, that didn’t bother him in the least. It wouldn’t be the first time he slept with a married woman. Yes. He was already planning to sleep with them. After all, it was Will. "I'm afraid I haven't seen you around here before."

[Lenore & Moira Sanders]

Lenore and Moira actually locked eyes for a second at his response, but her smirk remained immobile. At the same time, she responded quietly "Lenore Sanders." "Moira Sanders."

How exactly had he not realized a Gestalt pair had been working with the school for over a year? She might not be able to get anyone to trust her, but she thought everyone at least acknowledged her existence. Lenore went and started pouring them coffee--no sugar, just a little milk--and Moira replied. "I'm a government liaison, Mr. Brewster. I've been working with Hammel since right around the time Ms. Morgenstern took over as Head of Hammel."

"I'm surprised you want company. Most of the teachers here think our group is interfering." Lenore took up right where Moira let off as she handed off the second cup of coffee. She leaned back against the counter and sipped from her mug, letting the warmth and caffeine wash over her. At least Will was being pleasant though. It was much better than the stony silence she was mostly greeted with.

[Will Brewster]

Will wasn’t much into the politics of the school. Honestly, he didn’t care in the least, so rumors or gossip rarely fazed him. Not to mention, a good amount of gossip was about him, or at least he was pretty sure, so why would he bother listening to it? “It’s very nice to meet you, Lenore, Moira.” He had barely caught their names separately since they were said at the same time, but he had somehow managed to.

Since the time Yvette had been made head of Hammel? That long? And he had no clue that they worked there? That was madness! Will shook his head in disbelief, “I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before then.” Oh, how he was going to have a long, hard talk with his other co-workers that didn’t inform him of the pair.

He raised his eyebrows, “I’m surprised that someone wouldn’t want your company.” That mischievous grin of his started to tug at his lips as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Please, sit.” He extended his free hand over to the table where he had been sitting. “I’m curious to hear more about you two.” And sleep with them, but that was for later, but he wasn’t holding back on putting the moves on them.

[Lenore & Moira Sanders]

Lenore and Moira exchanged glances again, this time more amused. It was depressing, but she was used to people being rude because of her job. She wasn't used to men indiscriminately flirting with her though, particularly not at work. Even in meta communities, gestalt pairs were often viewed with suspicion. There was something uncanny about them, particularly with the way they tended to speak in stereo. "Even at Hammel, gestalts are considered odd."

It had been that way back when she was a student too, more as the years went on and they'd grown more in sync until "they" was fully "she" and there was only vague hints that she used to be different people.

But she took at seat anyway, sipping her coffee. She could deal with a man hitting on her, and it would actually be nice to have some company for once while she was here.

"What would you like to know, Mr. Brewster?" Lenore asked, raising her eyebrow. Moira jumped in right after. "I'm not that interesting."

[Will Brewster]

Oh, Will agreed, gestalt pairs were quite odd, but also quite fascinating, and even more so, they were hot. Or, at least, this particular pair was. He couldn’t help but to wonder what it would be like to do… other activities with them. He had no filter in his mind, after all. Also, he could honestly say that he had never met a gestalt pair before, and let’s face it, as strange as she was, it was freaking cool.

He smirked as she sat down, took a seat as well, and sat back. “Oh, on the contrary, you seem quite interesting.” He sipped at his coffee for a moment before setting it down in front of him. “First of all, how is it possible that I had never known you worked here? I know I wouldn’t forget a face as beautiful as that.” Straight to the flirting. Oh Will.

[Lenore & Moira Sanders]

Lenore smiled back at Will, making a note to tell Frank all about this that night. She hoped he'd find it amusing as she did, as he had nothing to worry about. Particularly not from someone they worked with. "I'm not at Hammel every day, and I'm not actually employed by the school. I am a liaison between a government organization and Hammel. I facilitate activities here. Do you remember that job and college fair last January? That was us."

Moira nodded. "There's going to be another one this January, and so we've been organizing that. We're trying to get some local meta professionals to hire some students as interns again."

But she doubted that work was all will wanted to talk about. "I don't know how you didn't know about me. Though if my husband worked here, I'm sure you would have heard before."