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[color=e8d44a][b]Location:[/b][/color] Verona Cemetery -> One Thousand Pages
[color=e8d44a][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Her father -> Huxley the Cat -> Teddy Foster [@HalfOfLancelot][/center][hr][hr]The cemetery in which most of Verona's departed were laid to rest was framed in a cold winter's silence. Few found it convenient to pay respects to their dead in such weather. So the father-daughter twosome of Jacqueline and Emile Desmarais were left alone with the residents of the graves, the latter aided in standing with an antique walking stick. The two stood in front of the gravestones of Jackie's birth parents, Jasper and Emilia Lacroix, deceased twenty three years ago in a car accident. It was said accident that left her in Verona and in the care of her current adoptive father Emile.

It seemed weird to Jackie how paying respects to her deceased parents has lost some of its emotional impact due to how routinely she and her father have been doing it. Every Sunday morning after church mass since she could walk, he took her here and have a small session of prayer. So surely after the first two decades, she'd see this as more of a chore. And it would seem her father had yet to take notice of it. Until today.

"You don't always have to follow me here every morning, you know," Emile said in a low, but steady voice. "You're an adult now, Jacqueline, you're free to stick to your own routine." The girl rested her head lightly on her father's shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad you've finally came to that conclusion, Papa. Took you long enough," she replied playfully, a catlike smirk on her face. "But I don't like the thought of you being alone here without company, especially when the days are getting this cold and dry." This statement elicited a rough and hearty laugh from her father.

"Nonsense, child! Don't think that just because of these seventy years I can't handle some cold." This stubborn old man was always priding himself on strength that was way past his time. It made Jackie worry for him more that she already did, but also couldn't help just trusting him. Back then, their roles were reversed; Jackie was the stubborn one way over her head and her father was the worrywart doubter.

"You're sure about that?" she asked again. Sure, she really wanted to just get out of here, but better to calm her conscience first and make sure she didn't regret leaving him here.

"Papa doesn't say anything unless he's sure of it, child. Now run along, and do whatever you youngsters do!"

"Yay! Love you, Papa." Jackie leaned down and affectionately pecked her father's cheek. "Do I take the car?"

"Sure, sure, go ahead. I'll, uh, hitch a ride home with Sister Marianne or something." To reaffirm this, he reached into his pockets and handed her the keys to the family car, a 27 year old 1972 Ford Gran Torino, his father's sole personal luxury. It was arguably the most famous car in town; any local townie above high school age probably knew this banged-up beauty of a car belonged to the humble Emile Desmarais and his lovely daughter.

"Awesome, I'll see you back at home. Again, love you!" Another kiss on the cheek and Jackie was off for the parking lot. The man stood alone before the graves of the people that unknowingly placed him in where he currently was in life.  
[hr]What in God's name happened to the town center?

Everyone was gathered here, helping out to fix what appeared to be the aftermath of mass vandalism. Windows were broken, every single one on Main Street. Madness, pure and simple. Thankfully for sort of lazy Jackie, the townsfolk seemed to have just about settled the mess by the time she drove around the place. Not to imply that she wouldn't help out, but ehh. This was a bad day for physical activity. They'll understand.

The Gran Torino parked in front of the One Thousand Pages, Jackie's workplace. Getting paid to regularly talk to people and be around books was a no-brainer. It would seem that not even Verona's sole bookstore was spared, but people have naturally boarded it up already. Her neighbors were such dears sometimes. Jackie got out the car and approached the couple of ladies standing near the boarded up windows.

She brought them her usual smile and chipper tone. "Morning, misses. Looks like even the windows here got smashed, huh?"

"It sure did, Jackie," one of them replied with a nod. "Whoever or whatever did this, it was thorough. We took care of it, so you and Teddy don't have to. You're welcome." Jackie rolled her eyes, the smile turning into a smirk.

"Yes, yes, thank you, ma'am. I'll gladly make it up to you whenever I can."

"Well, you do know we're gonna keep that in mind. One can't have too many favors," the other lady remarked. "Anyway, we're going to Simone's now to get us some morning Joe. Teddy actually went there earlier, if you're wondering where he is in all this. Take care, J." The two walked away with their things and after giving them a parting wave, Jackie was free to enter the shop and get ready for the day. Not more than three steps in and Huxley the cat was at her feet, purring at her sweetly. Though not a cat person, Huxley remained attached to Jackie like it did with her boss Teddy. It circled around her legs like it was a scratching post and Jackie found it best to just leave it to do its thing.

Sitting behind the counter with phone in hand, the girl couldn't help but return to the questions bothering her since she got here. The windows in Main Street, all broken without anyone realizing. How could this happen? They bugged her so much, she could barely manage browsing Instagram. They continued to persist until she was forced to remember about her newfound gift.

The power of backtracking.

Peering into the past of an object. It seemed an innocuous ability, but it fit the situation perfectly. If Jackie could get her hands on a shard of glass, everything would be crystal clear. Unless the nature of the event was super supernatural. Then nothing really was. She stepped out of the store to seek a piece of broken glass closest to her. She found it from a glint of light; it lay forgotten near the curb. Reaching down to gently hold it in her fingers, Jackie closed her eyes and focused. And focused. And focus.

When she opened her eyes, her vision becomes all gray and the windows are all intact. The streets are empty, not a soul is venturing outside. The lack of color makes it hard to discern the time, but the sun is starting to rise, it can't be anytime past seeven. Everything seems calm in Main Street, but then suddenly and without any sort of provocation, the windows shatter. In unison. Broken glass litters the pavement. Nothing more happens and she presumes that it will stay that away until everyone wakes up into this mess.

This was enough information. Jackie willed herself out of the vision. What a surreal happening. Nothing had made the windows shatter, they had done so on their own, but that was simply impossible. Nothing changed without something pushing it to change, a lesson from her father and a basic principle of how objects function according to physics. This should understandably unnerve her, if not scare her, but she was mostly interested. Jackie headed back into the One Thousand Pages and sat back behind the counter. Perhaps she should contact Teddy.

[quote=Bon matin, boss. Enjoy your coffee and bring me some on your way back :D

I'm at the store now, in the assumption that we're still open despite a coming storm 

and this shit with the windows

speaking of which btw i think something real mysterious is afoot. I'll tell you more l8r]To: [color=f49ac2]Theo F.[/color][/quote]