Second floor common room, Tuesday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae had decided today was a good day to have a lazy afternoon. She had her crappy (actually, perfectly servicable) tote bag she'd made in class to decorate, a whole bottle of white-out to stink the place up with, and she'd barely watched any TV since she'd gotten here, so she had lots of shows she could catch up on.

Theoretically, anyway. All she could find were weird preteen sitcoms, where kids were excited to get to go to school, and everyone spent the majority of their time screaming.

"Where's the sells-weed-out-behind-the-equipment-shed character?" she wondered, as she watched two girls freak out about being caught rearranging the letters on a highway sign. "Or the 'burnouts vaping in the stairwell' characters? These shows are so unrealistic."

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Comments

[thishouseishaunted]

"Well, trustworthy people definitely always insist they're trustworthy all the time."

[hashtag_chocobro]

She was a hard nut to crack, this one, wasn't she? Prompto laughed a little.

"I mean," he pointed out, "you did ask."

[thishouseishaunted]

"I feel like most people would offer, like, snacks or something. In return for valuable information."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"There's literally a cabinet full of snacks right behind me right now," Prompto pointed out. "Seems like kind of an empty gesture at that point. But, sure, I can get you some snacks. What do you like?"

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae shrugged. "I don't actually have a pricing scheme in mind or anything."

She was going to be so terrible at running this weird abandoned arcade she'd found.