@lenorest
It's routine at this point; all of her clients go through the same process. They succumb to the darkness, then wake up in what appears to be an empty waiting room; same clothes they died in, sans any tears or stains, injuries nonexistent. From there, they're ushered to their next destination by one of many nice young men in business suits.
Sometimes that destination is fancy, if they're someone of importance to the woman in charge. Usually, it's simply a boring little office with beige walls and a potted plant in the corner. Sometimes the worker bee escorting them gives them all the information they need. Other times, today for instance, the Time Lord is bored.
The woman rushes in, all cheery bubbly energy, a tea pot and two cups balanced precariously between two hands. Her outfit is formal yet old fashioned, the heels of her boots clicking against the tile floor. The spread of ceramic dishes is placed neatly on the desk before Shelly, followed by Missy perching herself on the edge of the desk.
"Welcome to 3W, Ms- Mrs- Well… Let's stick to first names, given the circumstances."
She pours tea into each cup as she speaks, rambling on casually as though the murder was no big deal. Just an average Tuesday for her, after all. "Bad timing, isn't it? Suppose death is never convenient, though. Cuppa?"
