Suicidal Boilers (Savvy)

[Shane McLeod]

Shane was ushered out the door before he could return the other man’s greeting, much to his chagrin. He greatly appreciated Savvy's sarcasm, which then turned on him as she mentioned the boiler threatening suicide. He chuckled at her wit as he was urgently and unknowingly directed AWAY from Ingrid at full speed.

“As embarrassing as this is, I’m trying to find my office.” He said sheepishly again. “I always get turned around in buildings.” He added, “But you could dump me on a mountain at midnight and I could still get home for breakfast,” saving a little face and trying to open a conversation.
As they approached his office Shane finally got his bearings. “Well, that’s wonderful! Another Hammelite returned to the nest.” He remarked about her own return to Hammel. He smiled again. This place did seem to have a way of bringing back those it had trained, almost like a siren’s call—but hopefully to richer lives rather than their deaths. And that’s when he became acutely aware of how her arm was wrapped through his.

“Thank you for showing this old man back to his office.” They stepped inside, and Shane took in the big blank white space. Well there’s nothing to do here for a bit, must have found it early. “Say, Savvy, I’ve known a boiler or two that’s been rather adamant about its suicide, would you mind me tagging along to help?” Shane hoped she’d agree. Fixing something sounded much more appealing than waiting for his office to get here or traipsing through the snow with boxes from his car. That he couldn't usefully unpack.

[Mary Savage]

Savvy steered Shane away from the main office and towards nothing in particular. When he told her where he was trying to go, she realized she'd started him off in the wrong direction. "Well, good thing you're with me then. I know this place like the back of my hand. Only I don't know any weird, hidden passageways in my hand, so really, I know Hammel better." This last part she mused mostly to herself. She tended to get a little rambly when she narrowly escaped a situation that even she would find awkward. She took Shane through a slightly windy, roundabout path back to his office. "Really? Any mountain? Gotta see if I can find that teleporter I dated when I was in school here, she'd give you a run for your money." She gave Shane a cheeky, sideways smile as she continued to bypass the normal school routes.

"Yeah, no matter how hard you try to escape, this place just pulls you right back." She said, sighing dramatically. Savvy loved Hammel and would never chose to be anywhere else, but she also loved pretending that she didn't. She turned a last corner and they found themselves right in front of the new doctor's office. Savvy probably should have left then, but she was curious as to what kind of person he was. A person's decorating style was usually a good place to start. Only one problem, the room was totally empty.

"Little naked in here, isn't it? Kinda immodest, really." She stepped into the middle of the room and was looking around herself when she absorbed Shane's "old man" comment. She snorted rather loudly. "You're not that old. Shit, you're what, late thirties, early forties?" She placed one hand lightly under his chin and turned his face so the sunlight from the window was illuminating it. "Yup. Definitely not old. Old starts at 50." She let him have control of his face back as he asked her if he could tag along.

Well, why not? It's not like she had any objection and she wasn't about to abandon him to this immodest office. "Sure! It'll be nice to have some company for once. Just let me grab this guy before we go, don't want the cleaning crew to squish her." She was a rather large daddy-long-legs in one of the bare corners of the room. Savvy walked up and held up a hand, and after a moment of silence the arachnid came down and climbed onto it. "Okay, now, where are these depressive boilers you were talking about?"