The Causeway, Friday Afternoon

[borealpriestess]

"Okay, I could have planned this better."

Verity stared up at the staircases and tiny streets that made her new home, her luggage in a small circle by her feet. She hadn't brought much with her--most of her belongings were being shipped to her once she found a place to live--but she definitely had enough to make hauling it all a pain. Especially

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[breakfastlover]

Mike had been out shopping for some random shit for Saturday's party. Then he'd been by Caritas to dump said stuff in the back room, because like hell was he lugging stuff back to the house only to bring it back again tomorrow.

Anyway, he was homebound now, but the route went past the causeway and, well, you saw someone on there with a bunch of stuff, it would've been rude to just ignore it.

"New arrival?"

[borealpriestess]

Oh hey. Hot guy! Hot guy who'd stopped to make conversation! Hot guy...who saw her standing with a Barbie Dream House. Verity was just loving today, oh yeah.

"Yup," she said, resisting the urge to step in front of the bright pink monstrosity. All that would do would bring his attention to it. "Might have overestimated the size of the streets and underestimated the number of staircases."

All of her research had gone into the local cryptid populations and last verified Covenant sightings. She was Price, they could get a little monofocused sometimes.

[breakfastlover]

If Mike had had a judgmental bone left in his body by the time he'd come to Fandom, four years on the island would've taken care of the rest.

That said, it was a bright pink mosntrosity, and he did give it an amused look. "Nice house." But he wasn't going to dwell on it. "But yeah, I know. Island's got a weird European small town thing going on. When all my shit got here, the movers refused to deal with carrying it all to my place."

[borealpriestess]

"It's a long story."

Well, okay, not really, but It's a house for a splinter colony of talking rodents who worship my family as gods wasn't the kind of thing she was about to share. Even if it didn't go against the general secrecy she and her family operated under, she wasn't terribly keen on coming off as crazy right off the bat.

...She'd learn, bless her.

"How'd you manage to get everything up there?" she asked. "I don't suppose there's a business on the island that rents out burly folks to haul people's luggage everywhere?"

They could call it Lugs By Lugs and make money hand over fist.