vanillajello | Overland Park, KS, Friday Afternoon (August)

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Overland Park, KS, Friday Afternoon (August)

The last weekend was still weighing on Kate, just a little bit. She figured that was unavoidable after you got pretend killed, but she'd been trying to keep herself occupied and distracted because it was probably for the best if she didn't think about it too hard.

This weekend was going to be better, though. Or at least that was the plan she was clinging to. She hadn't told anyone but Charmaine that she had a friend coming over, so she figured her whole family knew by now, because Char was not the greatest at not blabbing. Not that it was any major secret, Kate just would've preferred it if her family hadn't been likely to flock to be curious about her elusive Fandom friends.

But that was for later. As it got to be the afternoon, she wandered out of the house and down the street to where the portal tended to dump its transportees, and kept an eye on the houses nearby in case any neighbors decided to wander outside.

Oak Avenue had its fair share of weird without adding portal sightings to the mix.

[ooc: NFB, and for that guy. Not the usual one. The tall one with the scar, yeah, that one. But can be open for texts/calls before he shows up I s'pose!]

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"Oh, don't worry about it," she replied, with another one of those dismissive little waves. "I'm your friend, that's what I'm here for. Plus, I like to be kept in the loop."

Even if she didn't think there was as much of a chance of her ending up in danger unwittingly as there was when Mitchell tried keeping her in the dark.

"Well you're officially more in the loop than almost everybody else I know," Luke told her. "Even Percy doesn't know I have to see my mother."

"I feel so special," Kate drawled, though it was nice to be trusted. She was still, even after a few years in Fandom, getting used to having friends like that.

And yes, she was probably going to mother hen the hell out of him over the weekend.

She inclined her head towards the door. "So, you wanna come in and get a truly distracting tiara now?"

Luke nodded. "I hope she has one that goes with my hair."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure any of them will go with your hair," she smirked as she went to open the door. "But that's mostly 'cause you have good hair."

"Thanks, I try to make an effort," he said, pulling his fingers through his hair. "It takes time to look like I just rolled out of bed."

"I know, it must be a lot of work." Kate was snarking, but considering she often made her hair look effortlessly messy on purpose... Yeah.

As she pushed the door open and stepped in, they came almost imemdiately to the living room. It gave off a distinctly seventies vibe, just from color of the walls and the style of the furniture – or what you could see of the latter when most surfaces seemed to be covered in headbands and boxes of glitter and other tiara-making things. It was far less neat than Kate's parents' place, that was for sure.

"Aunt Charmaine, we're home!" Kate called out, absently. She'd spotted a box of the finished product and headed straight for it. "Now, let's see."

Yeah, walking into Kate's aunt's place was a lot like walking into Hermes cabin after you had spent some time in Athena cabin in terms of messiness. He didn't mind though, since he was used to that sort of thing. Only his place was less glittery, obviously.

"Wow you weren't kidding about the tiaras."

Kate smirked wryly at him. "Well, we need to finance our lavish lifestyle somehow."

Or something. She picked out a tiara. Or, more to the point, it was a narrow headband with blue rhinestones and some silver trimmings. It was actually pretty cute. If you weren't entirely opposed to sequined headbands which, granted, a lot of people were.

"I think this one would totally bring out your eyes."

"You think so, huh?" Luckily for Kate, Luke was comfortable enough in his masculinity that he had no trouble plucking the headband out of her hand and placing it in his hair. "How's it look? Hot, right?"

"Totally," Kate snickered, as she got her phone out to snap a quick picture. If it was possible things were getting shitty in the future, she wanted to document the good stuff. "Very swoonworthy."

"What are you guys doing?" came Charmaine's voice from the direction of the kitchen. "Are you gonna come here? 'Cause I dont feel like getting up."

"In a sec, Charmaine," Kate called back. "I'm trying to turn Luke into an Urban Duchess first!"

Luke didn't mind Kate snapping a picture and even posed for it a little bit. It helped that he was completely shameless. "Think your aunt will like me modeling her work?"

"Well," Kate smirked, nodding towards the kitchen, "there's only one way to find out."

If nothing else, it would distract Char from the scar and the sickliness.

"Oh I hope I impress," he said, adjusting the headband a bit before heading towards the kitchen. "I'd hate to give glittery tiaras a bad name."

Kate followed, snickering. In the kitchen, they were faced with Charmaine sitting by the table in all her hugely pregnant glory, with Kate's laptop and a can of Diet Coke in front of her.

She looked up and raised an eyebrow at Luke. "...Huh. You're taller than I expected."

Luke looked over at Kate. "Have you been making me sound short?"

"Hey, my dad's like six foot five," Kate replied, mock defensively. "My perspective might be skewed."

"She also didn't mention anything about the Bond villain scar," her aunt added, proving that Kate's talent for being blunt and straightforward did actually run in the family.

"She might've been saving it as a surprise," Luke said, running a finger over his scar. "It's from a car accident a couple years ago."

That sounded better than dragon, right? Right.

Much better, and now Kate was making a mental note of asking him how he'd actually gotten it, since she realized now she hadn't.

Meanwhile, Charmaine offered "I'm sorry," she said. "So, you're gonna stick around for a few days, right? Are you gonna make yourself useful?"

Kate raised an eyebrow at her. "Wow, way to be hospitable, Charmaine."

Luke laughed a little. "I'll do my best to help where I can, I promise. I can't do anything resembling cooking though, I'll tell you that now."

Charmaine snorted. "Well, that makes three of us."

"Hey, I can totally cook!" Kate protested. "... But Moosh is still coming over to cook for us tonight."

"Probably the safest option for dinner", he decided. "I'm much better at heavy lifting."

"And that's not much help for cooking," Charmaine drawled, but then she got an idea. Always a dangerous thing, that. "Oh, except if you could move the frid--"

"We're not moving the fridge," Kate cut in. "You're not gonna fit in the nook any better even if we did, and it'd be a pain in the ass for me, so no."

Charmaine rolled her eyes. "Fine. But you're gonna have to keep getting things for me."

"Fine," Kate replied, rolling her eyes as well, before turning to Luke. "So, you wanna have a tour of the house or something? Or at least figure out where you're gonna sleep?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, smiling a little. Luke liked family bickering that didn't involve someone getting stabbed. "Lead the way."

Charmaine waved them off, going back to whatever surfing she'd been doing before they showed up. "Basically, there's not a whole lot of house to show," Kate said, as they came out of the kitchen. "I mean, here's the living room, obviously. And over there --" She pointed to a door in the corner. "-- is Char's bedroom."

And this was where she moved towards the stairs.

"And then the rest is upstairs."

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