The stairwell, Monday morning

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke had decided that this morning required junk food. Because when you thought you were your double's twin and leaving the nunnery to start a new life, only to come down with a rare tropical disease and nearly be killed by your sister in order for her to steal your identity only to abandon it to marry her cheating boyfriend who only wanted her for the family diamond mine, and then woke up after a friend of yours had a heart attack and died at your bedside, and returned in time to ruin the wedding only to recover from the amnesia you've had for years and reveal that your sister was actually a daughter you gave up for adoption, well, that called for cookie dough.

Which was why she was heading downstairs to go into town and get some.


[For one, though open if you need to talk to either of them.]

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[solo_sword]

Jaina had gotten up early, and decided much for the same reasons that she had to go for a run. She was on her way back up, and stopped at the top of the landing, not sure what to say.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Hey," Brooke tried after a moment. She couldn't help thinking she should be expected to mysteriously "fall" down the stairs, but that may have been because of the Jaina-induced smothering.

[solo_sword]

Jaina skipped the pleasantries to get straight to the point. "Let's never speak of this again."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Oh thank god," Brooke said quickly, and continued down the stairs, away from the murdering daughter freak.