Merton doesn't miss the glint off that blade, the shaking, or her name. He might not have interacted with the post that got sent out over the network but he still made sure to read it over, and Rowena had certainly stuck out. Three hundred year old witch, founder of a Megacoven, and possible slitter of throats. Not someone he wanted to make twitchy. Especially when she had a knife in her hand.
Throwing her a tight lipped smile and a little nod, he picked the flashlight back up before following her gesture toward the projection, making sure to give her space as he passed and hunching slightly to make himself smaller, as much out of habit as a conscious effort to appear non threatening.
The projection was striking to say the least. The first spattering of color since he woke up here and very clearly not from the 50's. He could tell that much even before he'd gotten close enough to read the date.
"Can't say that I have." The kid's body language and interest in making movies of the Horror/Sci-Fi/Fantasy variety was familiar but only insofar as how similar it was to himself. Trying to think back to the townie's he'd seen, he couldn't think of any that matched up. Then again, this Jack would probably be older by now.
"Man after my own heart though." He quipped, before reading on, his nose wrinkling at the mention of his preference for working on TV. "Or not. Sitcoms? Really Nic-...Oh..." As the pieces fell into place all the nervous amusement in his voice drained away.
"So...This is probably our script writer, isn't it?"
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Throwing her a tight lipped smile and a little nod, he picked the flashlight back up before following her gesture toward the projection, making sure to give her space as he passed and hunching slightly to make himself smaller, as much out of habit as a conscious effort to appear non threatening.
The projection was striking to say the least. The first spattering of color since he woke up here and very clearly not from the 50's. He could tell that much even before he'd gotten close enough to read the date.
"Can't say that I have." The kid's body language and interest in making movies of the Horror/Sci-Fi/Fantasy variety was familiar but only insofar as how similar it was to himself. Trying to think back to the townie's he'd seen, he couldn't think of any that matched up. Then again, this Jack would probably be older by now.
"Man after my own heart though." He quipped, before reading on, his nose wrinkling at the mention of his preference for working on TV. "Or not. Sitcoms? Really Nic-...Oh..." As the pieces fell into place all the nervous amusement in his voice drained away.
"So...This is probably our script writer, isn't it?"