BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

[thishouseishaunted]

"Portalocity lounge," Mae read aloud, and heaved a sigh of relief. "Finally. First time I ever travel alone and I get lost in the stupid airport." She walked into the lounge, looked around, and hopped up onto the bench, her duffel bag tucked under her feet. There was plenty of room, since her legs were too short to reach the ground. "Of course, it's bigger than, like, all of Possum Springs put together, so I guess that can't be too surprising. Good thing Mom and Dad insisted I take the early bus."

She tapped her heels on her duffel bag and eyed the door. "And now I'm talking to myself. Good job, Mae. Perfect first impression." She made her eyes comically wide and waved to an imaginary audience. "HeY, I'M mAe, i'M TOtallY NOrmAl, niCE To MEeT yoU." She frowned and tapped her feet harder. "Good job, Killer."

Another glance around the lounge. There wasn't a lot to look at yet.

"I wish I had a video game."

[NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Possibly slightly early, but I want a distraction]

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Re: Wait for the shuttle

[crack_that_whip]

Damn it, Mae! You were a terrible hallucination.

"Right."

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[thishouseishaunted]

"What do you make over a campfire?"

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[crack_that_whip]

Literally anything he could catch. "Meat?"

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[thishouseishaunted]

"Bah. You can cook meat anywhere. S'mores are a campfire-only food."

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[crack_that_whip]

"Why is that?" Why was he engaging in this? Because it was entertaining at least, that's why.

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[thishouseishaunted]

"You need a good open flame to get the proper burnt texture on your marshmallows."

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[crack_that_whip]

"You burn your food? On purpose?"

This was judgement coming from the guy who thought he was having a food poisoning fever dream, but sure.

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[thishouseishaunted]

"Not all of it," Mae said. "Just the stuff that'll taste better that way."

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[crack_that_whip]

"Burnt."

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[thishouseishaunted]

"Yup."

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[crack_that_whip]

"Well, if I come to from this dream, I'll go looking for them."

Man was he going to be mad when this all ended up being real. But the s'mores might help.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[thishouseishaunted]

"Awwww, you're dreeeeeaming about meeeeeee," Mae teased. "Haha, your subconscious sucks."

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[crack_that_whip]

"It really does." Guys. Seriously. Next you'll be joking about the sweet embrace of death.

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[thishouseishaunted]

It sure took them long enough!

"I'm Mae."

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[crack_that_whip]

"Trevor," he replied with a little grin. "Pretty shitty hallucination if you don't know who I am."

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[thishouseishaunted]

"I think that says way more about you than about me," Mae said. She assumed an outrageously bad German accent. "Ah diagnoze you vis sefere lack of selv-esteeeem."

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[crack_that_whip]

He was from the Middle Ages Romania where everyone inexplicably spoke with English accents. It worked.

"You think so?" He, incorrectly, thought he was doin' pretty good for himself.

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[thishouseishaunted]

Mae shrugged. "That's what Dr. Hank told me I had," she said. "That and anger issues. He gave me a journal."

Dr. Hank was a hack. But the journal could be fun sometimes. She was going to draw Trevor looking baffled at a campfire made of 2x4s as soon as this conversation was over.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[crack_that_whip]

That was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

Though Trevor was pretty concerned with how elaborate and imaginative his brain was being about all this. "A journal? To what? Right down all the people you want to hit?"

He'd do that. And maybe some ye olde Linkin Park lyrics.

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[thishouseishaunted]

Mae shrugged. "Something something externalize your thoughts. I think Dr. Hank's journal is just full of notes about how he wants to pull out everyone's teeth."

Dr. Hank was not just the town shrink, he was the town dentist, too. And the town pediatrician.

Possum Springs was screwed in multiple ways.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[crack_that_whip]

Well, Trevor was never going to trust anyone named Hank now.

"Externalize your thoughts? What a load of shit." Right about now he was so glad to be from the 15th century. It was just the bad humors! Or maybe you didn't pray enough. Probably the latter in Wallachia.

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[thishouseishaunted]

"You've decided I'm a hallucination," Mae pointed out. "In which case, your thoughts would already be external."

Or something.

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[crack_that_whip]

"I didn't try to do this, though. I just ate... bad goat or something."

Totally shouldn't have stolen the food. It was karma. Or god.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[thishouseishaunted]

"Well there's your problem. Goats are not for eating."

She felt weirdly strongly about this.

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[crack_that_whip]

"What? Why not? It's not like I'm talking about eating cats." Which would probably make him the evil vampire in the situation.