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J,GOB, Wednesday afternoon
Rosa had an appointment on the island to look at an apartment she'd found advertised on Craig's List, but the less time she spent in the MICA dorms with her perpetually stoned roommate, the better. So she got to the island a bit early, figuring she could get the lay of the land and figure out if it was actually a place she thought she could live.
It looked, to her admittedly limited experience, very European. And there was art everywhere. She'd spotted at least a few murals graffiti-ed onto buildings as she walked in from the causeway, and while there were two bars (one for locals, one for tourists, she assumed, or maybe one was LGBT and the other was for the straights?), there were also plenty of places to eat or grab a snack that didn't look like they catered too much to the drugs-and-booze crowd.
So, you know, her sponsor would approve, at least.
She decided to grab a seat in the little bakery she found, tucked in by the window where she could people-watch as she picked apart her cinnamon strudel muffin. And try once again to google "Baltimore neighborhoods Fandom" and find out a little more about this weird little place she was looking to move to.
[HELLO A NEWBIE IS IN TOWN! Considering the number of graffiti artists we've had on the island already, I figure there should be at least a few murals for my little graffiti artist to be impressed by.
So very open!]
It looked, to her admittedly limited experience, very European. And there was art everywhere. She'd spotted at least a few murals graffiti-ed onto buildings as she walked in from the causeway, and while there were two bars (one for locals, one for tourists, she assumed, or maybe one was LGBT and the other was for the straights?), there were also plenty of places to eat or grab a snack that didn't look like they catered too much to the drugs-and-booze crowd.
So, you know, her sponsor would approve, at least.
She decided to grab a seat in the little bakery she found, tucked in by the window where she could people-watch as she picked apart her cinnamon strudel muffin. And try once again to google "Baltimore neighborhoods Fandom" and find out a little more about this weird little place she was looking to move to.
[HELLO A NEWBIE IS IN TOWN! Considering the number of graffiti artists we've had on the island already, I figure there should be at least a few murals for my little graffiti artist to be impressed by.
So very open!]
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Alien fans were nuts.
“I’m Rosa. And if I decide to move in I will definitely take you up on that coffee.”
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It wasn’t, but that was what the license Kyle had gotten her said it was.
“Crash Con is a convention for conspiracy theorists. I’m from Roswell.”
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He took a second to place "Roswell" and "Crash" with "conspiracy theorists" and realize what she meant.
"Aliens actually real in your world, or not?"
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She honestly wasn’t sure how to answer that question either.
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Or occasional physics rants from Michael.
"So . . . go ahead. Enlighten me."
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"You think I'm insane yet, or should I keep going?"
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"So, aliens? Not a thing in my world, at least that I know of. Maybe they're just good at hiding or too smart to make contact. But I have met aliens in different worlds. So I was asking if your world has them. For that matter, got any magic, people with weird powers, other sentient species, or anything? Or just a weirdly normal baseline Earth? And what year was it when you came here?"
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How was she supposed to answer that question? He could just be some dude. She wasn't about to put her friends in trouble by telling him the whole truth. "I, uh. Like to keep an open mind," she said, shrugging. "But it's definitely 2021 in my world."
She'd just, you know, skipped right past 2009-2019 to get there.
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"Beyond that, let's see. Caritas is the bar that lets in students and has karaoke, Devil's Nest is the one with the axe range and piano. Ordering delivery almost always gets you too much food. The bank in town'll get your money from anywhere and change it into anything. Portalocity'll get you anywhere you need to go. The big castle's a high school, so you'll probably see students around. And right now we're in December, so you get different weird shit every day; today is the pipes running eggnog instead of water. Tomorrow'll be something else."
He wouldn't lead with invasions just yet.
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Where in the sweet fuck had she moved to?
. . . At least it was still quieter here than in the city.
"Where do the people who don't drink hang out?"
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Rosa shrugged. "So long as they don't give me shit for not drinking, sure, that works. My best friend runs a bar back home, so it's not like just being in one will throw me off the wagon, but it's nice to have some options."
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"Speaking of which..." He looked around, found a squirrel scribbling in a little notebook, and pointed at them. "Those are the reporters. Keep an eye out for them, and if you need privacy, they can be bribed with rum. Or maybe see if you can work out a non-alcoholic alternative if you don't want to keep that around."
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Pardon Rosa a moment here, Miguel, she'd managed to miss everything you just said after you pointed to the squirrel.
"That rodent has a notebook."
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Rosa looked from the squirrel to Miguel. Then to the squirrel. Then to Miguel.
"What the actual fuck."
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Rosa wondered if that was actually supposed to be comforting.
"I guess they're not, like, hurting anyone. . . ."
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Rosa was starting to think this was maybe not the town to stay sober in after all.
". . . Noted."
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Miguel shrugged. "It's still a good place to live. It's just got a few quirks."
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