once there was a path, and a girl with chestnut hair [OPEN]

[welljustwatchme]

Characters: welljustwatchme and whoever shows up.
Date: During the event.
Summary: Politics and uncertain futures make for depressing dreams.
Warnings: None so far.

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[fallenfreelancr]

Maine's wandering about the convention hall, trying to understand what's going on. She's got a thick sweater on sporting a picture of a moose, her hands shoved in her pockets. She watches the scene with France, Quebec, and Canada with interest, a slight curious rumble in her throat, and makes no move as she stands nearly exactly in Canada's path of exit.

[welljustwatchme]

Canada mutters a quiet "excuse me" as she steps widely around the stranger. It's not until a few steps after that she realizes the key bit there: stranger. There's no one supposed to be at the meeting she doesn't know, so who's that?

She'll pause mid-step to think, half-glancing behind her.

[fallenfreelancr]

[Maine turns fully towards her, gives a little shrug and jerks her head back towards the hall with a curious grunt, as if to ask what's going on in there?]

[welljustwatchme]

[For a moment, there's just silent staring, before Canada realizes this must be another dream happening. Even then, though, she glances to the ground before answering.]

Difficult politics.

[fallenfreelancr]

[Maine snorts, politics. It's always politics, isn't it? And they're never easy, are they? She thumps her shoulder against Canada's and jerks her head towards the exit, lets go grab a beer. Leave the politics behind.]

[welljustwatchme]

[There's another hesitation before Canada nods, unsure if they'll actually be able to find their way out of the building, or if there'll just be a bar in there -- her dream constructions never seem to make the most sense -- but willing to try.]