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The deck- Sunday afternoon

This all felt weird. Maeve was sure she was in for major adjustments and culture shock and it was going to be hard and take some getting used to, and that was before she ended up rooming with a cat girl who didn't think she was a cat girl, which made her at least consider that she herself might be the crazy one.

So yeah. Weird.

She got herself set up enough in her room, slept off some of the jet lag, and then decided to wander around a little and get a better feel for the place. When she found the deck, she took a seat and lit up a cigarette, figuring this was a fine enough spot. She had a book on her if she decided she wanted to stay out here a while. At least out here she didn't have to worry about anything else.

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Wayne did a little bit of a double-take when he stepped outside fer an afternoon dart to see someone else had pert'near the same idea, but he'd been (as far as he could tell) really the only smoker fer a while now, so that was a bit a change of pace.

"Maeve," he nodded to her as he slipped a cigarette from the pack, leaving it hanging on his lips while he tucked the pack back into his shirt pocket and fished out his lighter. "How are ya now?"

"It's been interesting," she said lightly.

She'd ask how he was but she literally didn't ask people how they were. They'd answer her if she did.

"How long have you been here, anyway?"

At least if she'd've asked Wayne, the answer would be short'n'sweet.

But dart lit, he tucked the lighter back into his front pocket and seemed to squint thoughtfully over the question she did ask with that first drag. "Oh, jus' 'bout over a year. Showed up....summer of '19."

"You like it so far?" she asked. He seemed chill enough to give a real answer to that, she figured.

Not only a real answer, but Wayne seemed to take a moment to really consider exactly what that answer was, truthfully, too.

"It's got its moments," he decided. "Could be worse."

He wasn't quite so itchy to go runnin' on back to the farm to quickly anymore, anywhey, though he probably wouldn't turn down the opportunity, neither.

"Worse than squirrel voyeurs?"

Oh honey it got so much worse.

And Wayne was looking at Maeve now with a lift of his eyebrows that said just as much.

"That's drawin' a line in the sand," he said, "before you even get to the beach, bud."

"Worse than anthropomorphic animals?"

Funny, that was all weird, but she honestly figured that was probably the extent of it. Or, again, she'd lost her mind a little, maybe.

"Remember what I said yesterday about alien shark hot tub mutant STDs?"

Just to remind her of right around where his bar was actually set on all of this.

"...could be worse than that."

But not usually likeleh.

"I honestly can't parse what that actually means," Maeve admitted. "I know all of those words individually but in order..."

"Summer of '19," said Wayne, followed by a long pause before he continued, "...was a doozy. And everyone turning into mutants after catching some sort of STD from an alien shark during a hot tub party was..." His eyes narrowed disapprovingly, "a highlight.

"Cleared up," he added, "obviousleh, but that's sort of how the summer went. Pert'near a different thing each week. S'calmed down a bit, since then."

It had definitely been one hell of an introduction to the place, though.

Maeve didn't have words for that.

Well, she did. "First off, don't have sex with alien sharks during hot tub parties. Second, what."

"I didn't," said Wayne, firmly, staunchly, and certainly irritably, too, "but the disease caught on anywhey, because that's the kinda tom fuckery you can expect around here on the regular, which I'd say's just a few steps up above voyeur squirrels and anthropomorphic animals."

Then, after that little burst of a psuedo-rant was up, Wayne's brow squinted.

"Mae or Freya?" he asked, and wondered if he was forgettin' any others, but, no, no, he was pretty sure it was just the two at the moment.

"Mae's my roommate," she explained. "Haven't met Freya."

So this was apparently just a thing she was going to have to get used to, she guessed.

And now Wayne's brow was wrinkled with piteous concern for Maeve with that news.

"Well," he said, "Mae's spare parts. And Freya's a rat, which is a bit funny, if you think about it."

He thought it was, anywhey.

"I'm not sure I want to think about that too much," Maeve admitted, because then she'd have to wonder other things, like whether they got along, and why.

"Fair enough!" Wayne allowed stoutly, because who could realleh blame her? "Other'n yer talkin' cat roommate, then, how're you settlin' in? Got yer class schedule squared up?"

"More or less. It feels light," she said. "Not really a complaint, but I thought there'd be more."

She was going to love online classes on her own time.

"Not exactly fans of the six-to-seven hour school day 'round here," Wayne said, sounding a bit disapproving. Which would mebbe be a little less so if there were actually more to actually do around here in the meantime. "Or yer basic high school...cirriculum, fer that matter. What're ya in fer?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, kind of used to that question being used to make fun of her. At least she wasn't assuming it was here.

"Fer classes," Wayne clarified, with a bit of speculative squint Maeve's way now. "What're you takin'?"

He just figured it was in the realm of his duties as her big sibling to see if he needed to be warning her about any of 'em.

"Science, PE, French, governments, and Ethics," she said, ignoring that squint. "What about you?"

"Science, French, and governments," Wayne nodded, as if the common thread in those classes was just proof of their acceptability. Then his squint seemed to go a bit uncomfortable.

"Plus Badass Bitch Survival Guide..."

He obviously had the moose to thank for that one, but thank fuck he didn't get stuck in another one of Summer's classes fer a change!

"I think PE's a Cara and Burnsides class this time 'round, so that'll be...interesting fer ya."

Thank fuck he managed to avoid another one of their classes again this semester, too.

She'd decided that Wayne was all right, so that many classes together was good.

"Are they tough?" Because PE was definitely not a class she'd be working too hard in.

"They're 10-ply, bud," said Wayne, with a pointed drag on that dart. "And probably half the class'll be punching."

But, to be fairrrrrr.....Wayne actually had enjoyed the punching.

"Oh, that I can do," she said, shaking her head.

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