He sat forward, listening with great interest as the other man spoke on about his home town and how much the Salem Trials still had such an influence in the town today. It was fascinating, honestly, to see how things could permeate through life that way. “Yeah well, people are getting a little much with the whole PC-fade anyway,” Mickey said with a dismissive wave of the hand. “I figure, if it’s all coming from a good place, that should be what actually matters. Remembering the witch trials, even through reenactments and festivals and tours, what-have-you, there’s nothing bad in that. It’s a piece of history that shouldn’t be forgotten- we all know that history can repeat itself if we’re not careful,” he said, sharing his insight on such matters. If Mickey was there, he would participate in all the things and wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. The ones who would were people who needed to understand that not everything touching a controversial matter was meant to come from a negative place. But that was a whole other subject for a different day. “I had the hugest crush on Sandra Bullock in that movie,” Mickey admitted with a quiet little chuckle, his eyes bright. “I probably watched it more times than I care to admit because of that. Cool subject matter, though- when I met Circe the other day, she reminded me of it.” He paused. “Oh, Circe is a woman who handles like, holistic home remedies and such,” the male explained, unaware of Jakob’s close connection to the woman and that he’d know exactly who she was, far better than Mickey ever would. “She’s interesting, though. Gots all this neat stuff around her home that sorta reminds me of witch things- dunno if that’s what she’s going for, but yeah.” He also thought she was a very attractive, exotic-looking lady, particularly because of the dark hair and dark eyes combo, but he didn’t feel that was appropriate to chat about. “You’ll definitely get used to it and learn tricks of how to deal with it,” Mickey confirmed, back on about the limps. “Actually, that’s why I went to meet Circe, to see if she had some lotions to help me out or whatever, and so far so good. They don’t hurt the issue, anyway,” he said with a small smile. Unfortunately, there was no real remedy to cure the injury. “As much as I don’t want to say, cause I’m still feeling–” he made a motion of ‘50/50′ with his hand, figuring that Jakob, as a man, would understand what he meant because they could be prideful creatures, “but yeah, it helps a lot sometimes. Gives you something to lean into when there’s no chairs.” Mickey only smiled and gave a nod of appreciation that the other would recognize what he went through was a tough thing– they both had that happen, really, but allowed it to drop so they wouldn’t have to go through more of it. He was happier sticking to the lighter side of the conversation. “Yeah well, I got through the Academy and stuff, sure. But they’re on about liability and not wanting to take unnecessary risks. I figure I’m one of their quota to feel- hire a disabled person, makes them look good.”
Jakob could sit and talk about his hometown for hours. The history of Salem had always been so interesting to him, and he’d spent a big part of his youth learning all about it. It was an odd fascination, but one he shared with more than a handful of other residents. He’d found out pretty early on that there were two very distinctive groups -- the ones who couldn’t get enough of it, that fully embraced it, and the ones who wanted nothing to do with it. In the neighborhood he’d grown up in, many, if not most, were very much into it. His grandmother had always been very into it, and Jakob always thought that was where his interest had stemmed from. “That’s true. Everything seems to have a way of coming back around eventually. No matter how big or small, it’s just matter of time.” There was something about Mickey’s outlook on things that was somewhat refreshing. Maybe it had something to do with the negativity he’d experienced over things he’d never seen as a problem, but either way, it was nice to see that there were some people who could still find the good in things. “I think that’s pretty common. She was great in it, Nicole Kidman too. I’ve never been that big of a fan of Kidman, not in anything but that. Practical Magic was something else. The margarita scene? Iconic. Timeless. I also thoroughly enjoyed Stockard Channing’s performance, but then again, I’ve liked her ever since the first time I saw Grease. Another classic, but for entirely other reasons.” Jakob’s ability to go on about movies was unparalleled, but he did his best to rein it in when he could. “You met Circe? She’s one of my best friends, actually. We grew up together, she’s from Salem too. We met when we were kids. She really is something, huh?” The amount of love he had for Circe was evident in the way he spoke about her. He’d never had any biological siblings, but Circe, along with Kasper, had always been the next best thing. Inseparable since day one. “She’s big on collecting things, always has been. And she’s got a real talent for it too. She works over at Berwyn’s Boo-Tique, they’ve got some pretty interesting stuff in there. My wife works there as well. The place has this vibe about it, it’s just unreal. I don’t know if you’ve ever been there, but if you haven’t, you should. It’s really cool.” In the past few months, he’d spent a decent amount of time at the boo-tique, and it meant he’d had a chance to walk around and really take in all of the things they had there. “I’m really glad to hear that, because for a while I thought it was just going to be this massive issue forever. I mean, obviously it’s not ideal, it makes things harder, but it’s good to know, to talk to someone who gets it.” He offered a thankful nod of his head, picking up his coffee to take a sip. “Oh, yeah? If they’re working, that’s great. Can’t hurt to give it a try, right? My wife, Mari, she’s into that sort of stuff too. She’s given me some lotions and stuff, her and Circe probably swaps notes to he perfectly honest with you.” He’d liked the fact that two people that meant so much to him seemed to have so much in common, it made things a lot easier to know that he had some good people on his side, a good support system in place. He hoped that Mickey had the same. He nodded as Mickey went on to explain how he was going with it all, knowing that it was something you could never fully recover from, only learn to live with, adjust to and try to carry on as best as possible. “Maybe I’ll look into getting one. See how I go for a while, and then if things don’t get any better, I’ll definitely take your advice.” It was definitely something he would think about, but if he could get away with not doing it, he would try. “That still doesn’t feel right though. You did the training, you did what you had to do, they should let you do the stuff that you signed up to do. It just... It doesn’t sit right with me, it’s not fair. You seem like a pretty logical kind of guy, someone who knows your limits. They could at least let you do the things that you feel that you can do and not just make you do boring desk work. I have a desk job, for the most part, so I know how boring it can be. If you ever wanted, I could always hack--” He quickly remembered he was talking to a cop and cut himself off. “I mean, uh, that just really sucks. That’s really crappy. It’s not like it’s your fault.”
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