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thishouseishauntedMae wasn't really so much a "Homecoming" sort of person. As much as she enjoyed a good festival (parades were her jam!), dances were deeply intimidating totally stupid. So while her classmates and teachers were all hopefully off smarming it up at each other in hip formal wear, Mae was in the school building, sneaking her way to the teachers' offices.
She was totally going to be great at this. Back home she and Gregg did crimes* all the time.
* Shoplifting. She and Gregg did shoplifting. And occasionally vandalism. Much to Mae's cop aunt's dismay.
She snuck her way sneakily to one particular door and very stealthily opened it.
And got her ears blasted flat by a very loud airhorn.
She froze (people had evolved to spot movement, after all, if she was just very still they wouldn't notice her!**).
** Yeah, this technique had never meant much on the island for shoplifting, either
Once the noise had stopped and the coast seemed clear again, she crept in and flicked on the light.
"What the hell?"
Flicked on the light.
"Oh my god!"
As she clicked what was normally the light switch on and off, she went from normal, ambient closed-school-on-a-weekend-night lighting to absolute pitch darkness. And then back again. She flicked the switch madly back and forth a few more times, giggling wildly, before leaving it in the off position and creeping forward again.
". . . This is the greatest office in the history of time."
The place was absolutely full of weapons. Blades and bludgeons galore. Mae wasn't even put out by the creepy Victorian portraits staring at her from between them, she was too busy going all itchy fingers at the big shiny knives!
"Is that a glaive?" Mae flung her hands into the air. "That's so much more badass than a hatchet! Maybe I should steal you instead!" She kept her hands up, blinking. "I'd probably just end up accidentally murdering myself with it somehow! Also, it's significantly taller than I am." She put her arms down. "Okay. Back to work. If I were a specific hatchet that's supposed to be a challenge to find, where would I be?" She looked around the office.
"Desk drawers. Teachers always hide their best stuff in their desk drawers." She hopped up onto the desk and tried one of the drawers, releasing a spooky cloud of dry ice fog that set off another round of giggling. Digging around brought her to a key, which she thrust triumphantly into the air. "I AM THE MASTER OF HEISTS!" She tried it on the desk's other drawer, and sure enough, it fit. "Aw yis. Come to Mae -- Little Joe!"
The gremlin barreled into her, hissing, and they both fell behind the desk into the fog, knocking the chair aside and releasing an onslaught of water balloons. . . .
[can be open, if anyone else happens to be in the school at the time! Mae is . . . not subtle, no.]
She was totally going to be great at this. Back home she and Gregg did crimes* all the time.
* Shoplifting. She and Gregg did shoplifting. And occasionally vandalism. Much to Mae's cop aunt's dismay.
She snuck her way sneakily to one particular door and very stealthily opened it.
And got her ears blasted flat by a very loud airhorn.
She froze (people had evolved to spot movement, after all, if she was just very still they wouldn't notice her!**).
** Yeah, this technique had never meant much on the island for shoplifting, either
Once the noise had stopped and the coast seemed clear again, she crept in and flicked on the light.
"What the hell?"
Flicked on the light.
"Oh my god!"
As she clicked what was normally the light switch on and off, she went from normal, ambient closed-school-on-a-weekend-night lighting to absolute pitch darkness. And then back again. She flicked the switch madly back and forth a few more times, giggling wildly, before leaving it in the off position and creeping forward again.
". . . This is the greatest office in the history of time."
The place was absolutely full of weapons. Blades and bludgeons galore. Mae wasn't even put out by the creepy Victorian portraits staring at her from between them, she was too busy going all itchy fingers at the big shiny knives!
"Is that a glaive?" Mae flung her hands into the air. "That's so much more badass than a hatchet! Maybe I should steal you instead!" She kept her hands up, blinking. "I'd probably just end up accidentally murdering myself with it somehow! Also, it's significantly taller than I am." She put her arms down. "Okay. Back to work. If I were a specific hatchet that's supposed to be a challenge to find, where would I be?" She looked around the office.
"Desk drawers. Teachers always hide their best stuff in their desk drawers." She hopped up onto the desk and tried one of the drawers, releasing a spooky cloud of dry ice fog that set off another round of giggling. Digging around brought her to a key, which she thrust triumphantly into the air. "I AM THE MASTER OF HEISTS!" She tried it on the desk's other drawer, and sure enough, it fit. "Aw yis. Come to Mae -- Little Joe!"
The gremlin barreled into her, hissing, and they both fell behind the desk into the fog, knocking the chair aside and releasing an onslaught of water balloons. . . .
[can be open, if anyone else happens to be in the school at the time! Mae is . . . not subtle, no.]
