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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"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."

"Hey, I used to live in a tiny cabin with like thirty other kids," Luke said as he followed Kate. "This place is way more house than I'm accustomed to."

Even now he had to share one tiny dorm room with someone who radiated death.

"Okay, fair point," Kate laughed as they went up the stairs. "And I never used to have basically half a house to myself, so I probably shouldn't complain."

"Well soon you'll have to share it with a kid," Luke pointed out. "You like babies?"

"When they're well-behaved?" She paused. "Yeah, look at Charmaine. Well-behaved's so not going to happen, I'm doomed."

Luke chuckled. "Kids are easily trainable, you know. You could turn him or her against your aunt."

"Her. It's a girl." Because they totally needed more women in this family, sure. "I don't know, we'll see. She has to get born without major drama, first."

Ahahaha, yeah right.

"Well if I've learned anything from TV, it's that it isn't possible for someone to give birth without some sort of drama," he said. "Let's just hope it's not you and her trapped in an elevator when her water breaks."

"Dude, do not even joke about that," Kate admonished him. Ugh, shudder. She shook her head, then gestured around them now that they were on the second floor landing, pointing out the different doors. "Anyway. Over there's the office, which one of Mom's alters used to use for a while, and over there is this room that we're supposed to turn into baby Craine's room but it's full of random shit right now, and this..."

She went to push the last door open. "... is mine and Bod's room."

With seventies decor just like the rest of the house, a desk, a closet, a sofabed, and a few happy couple pictures hanging on the wall next to a bulletin board. It was cozy enough.

"Niiiice," Luke drawled, nodding his head approvingly. "You've got a pretty nice set up here. A lot better than most people right out of high school."

"Thanks, I know," Kate replied with a lopsided smile. "Though mostly that's 'cause my parents bought this place after the guy who used to life here died, and we kinda ended up with most of his stuff, too."

She tried not to think about that too much.

Yeah that was kind of weird, but Luke wasn't gonna judge. Free stuff was free stuff. "I didn't bring a sleeping bag or anything but so long as your aunt isn't watching I can snap up anything I want to sleep on."

Okay, if it was something big like a bed he'd have to sleep after because his powers were limited but he could still pull it off.

"Well, we do actually have some mattresses that you can, y'know, carry to where you wanna sleep. Like a normal person." Her amusement was friendly, honest. "Which is your choice, by the way. I mean, where you wanna sleep. We can set you up in the office, or you can sleep in our room. Either's fine."

She wasn't going to suggest the living room, because no one wanted to get trampled on by a pregnant lady in the middle of the night.

"Oh right, normal people actually move their stuff themselves." He had been in Fandom too long. "I should probably sleep in the office 'cause I'm told I snore and I don't need you trying to kill me in the night."

Kate snorted. "Yeah because I'd totally try to kill a demigod." Though snoring was annnoying. "But yeah, suit yourself. Shoshana hasn't been there for ages so it should be cool to use."

"Shoshana, that's one of your mom's...alters?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she nodded, with only the slightest sigh. "Doctor Shoshana Schoenbaum, this Jewish lady from New York? Complete with a Streisand accent, even. She's a psychologist."

Yeah.

"Explains the the need for an office," he said with a nod. "Did she actually get people into therapy sessions?"

He hated that he was so interested in Kate's mom, but he had never been around someone who even remotely resembled his own mother before. He couldn't help but be curious.

And Kate had rarely met people who were curious for reasons other than just gawking at the crazy lady, so it worked. She didn't mind.

"Well, just my mom, and don't ask me how that worked." Seriously, Kate had never bothered to ask because it seemed a bit complicated. "And my dad. And when we got trapped in the basement 'cause of a tornado, she tried conducting a group session, which was horrific. But she doesn't come out much anymore."

"So is your mom usually herself most of the time?" Luke asked. She had seemed fairly normal to him when he saw her, which was more than he could say for his own mother, even on her good days.

"These days? Yeah." She shrugged. "I mean, it kinda comes and goes and, like, she still doesn't go a week without transitioning and one of the alters just running off, but... Like, two years ago she was barely even here. It was always someone else."

Which was still a little tough to acknowledge.

"It's better, right now."

Luke nodded. "That's rough. Sorry I keep asking stuff about that, I'm just naturally curious about that sort of thing."

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