I Scream! You Scream!

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi really should get off her tushy and call Coco Tascioni and take her up on that offer to put her up at Edna's in return for dinner, but-but yummy!

Mhairi had been eyeing a man - a mark, as he walked in front of her, but an echo of a memories drew her away, bells. When she was still in training the sound of bells meant failure, causing Mhairi to stop short of knocking into her mark and slipping away with his wallet. Mhairi turned to face the offending bell sound, but saw that it was just bells over a doorway. The kind used to alert shop owners that someone had entered or exited their establishment. The 'Open' sign blinked in the window, as a slow realization hit Mhairi.

It was ice cream!

She was an elemental, emotionally repressed, stunted, full of fire and stars, elemental, but there was just something about ice cream that drew a childlike excitement from her. Dismissing her would-be mark from her mind. There would always be another one, and Mhairi hopped, skipped and jumped across the street, making a bee-line for the door with the bells.

It was an old style ice cream parlor, Mhairi noted as her attention was focused on menu. Cones, milkshakes, sundaes, floats....what did she want? Her fell-flame gaze was drawn toward the clear glass display cases, ohhh what flavor did she want?

That question kept her attention with such a ferocity that the Ruination could have stood there with her stupid Fae face and Mhairi wouldn't have noticed.

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"Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae..." Mhairi whispers, near drooling and totally feeling like Homer Simpson. She catches the eye of the man behind the counter, smiling slight as he fumbles for a moment. She's used to it. It helps that while she's bad at the talking, or making sense with the talking.

"Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae!" she coos forking over the cash, before the man behind he counter could ask. She receives a indulgent smile in return.

Then it's the waiting. Waiting. Waaaaiting.

Then she has the fudge-y chocolate-y goodness within her grasp. Smiling brightly she takes the offered spoon and turns around.

"Ack!" she yelps, holding fast to her precious cargo. "Don't sneak up on people!" she scolds, after her heart rate returns to normal while realizing that she's the one who missed this newcomers entrance. "Uh-Hi." she says a bit lamely. Feeling awkward, contradicting emotions tugging at her, one part feels a strange kinship to this flame touched man, the grilled scent of his mantle out of place surrounded by all of these cold sweet treats, while the other screams that she can't feel the bond of the Freehold Oath tying them together. "I'll just uh...sit...over there." she says as she points, it's a table farther away from the counter but one near the fire escape. As the elemental sits, she makes sure her back is against the wall. Her own paranoia sparking at the remembrance of the conversation she'd had with Ava, and wondering if she was being too paranoid.

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Mhairi savors the chocolate on her spoon, her fell-flame gaze tracking the flame licked man, as he ordered his own tasty treat. Mhairi nods, when she noticed his very, mighty banana split. The Summer...? Mahiri thinks with his grilled mantle, he has to be a Summer, chooses to sit a near table rather then one of the open seats at hers. "And uh-that would be me. Neighborino." she says before face-palming. Gods she can be so lame. "So ah-hi. Again. Hi." Mhairi fumbles, wondering if this is what Evelynn felt around her and Hank before they swore to the Winter Queen. The elemental discounted Ramona, assuming that the Summer ogeress, and now Freehold General would be more focused on defense, secrecy and all that fun stuff, rather then be super nervous, and making a complete dork out of herself.


"So uh- I'm Mhairi Ankaa." the elemental introduced, pleased that she didn't stumble over her name this time. And offered her hand, while wiggling her fingers, showing how drippy her fingernails were just encase the flame touched man at the table next to her didn't want to get drippy quicksilver burny-ness allover him. 'I really need to get some gloves.' Mhairi muses, waiting for the man to decide if he'll shake her hand or not. If not she wont be offended. Drippy fingernails. "So-ah, new to town? I am too. Err fairly new. At the last party I joined the Club." Freehold. "So uh-Hi...again." she finishes with a squeak and a crooked awkward smile.

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He takes her hand. It's not the first this has happened, but it's one of the first time it's happened when someone took her hand knowing full well about the drippy. She looks at the hand he released as she brings it back to her sundae. That...felt...nice. Huh.

"Ah-Is that Keith Charmed? Or-?" she asks before flushing, ducking behind the black canvas of a starless night her hair makes. "Sorry." she squeaks, "So just Keith. Hi!" she says for the umpteenth time, feeling more, and more like an idiot.

"Ah family..." she repeats hoping he means the others of Summer. "Uh...I know that some hotheaded folks hang out around The Forge it's a club that has a real forge in it!" She smiles brightly, remembering that she too needed to venture into the Forge to speak with Ramona, "Uh-so maybe checking it out during the off-day-hours...time would be of the good." She tails off nibbling on her lip.

"I get...not being good around the people thing." Mhairi admits, understanding in instant what the banana split favoring man meant, meeting his own red-flame gaze with her fell-flame one.

They're like mirrors in opposite. He dark where she like, him red, her green. He old, she young. He a banana split to her hot fudge sundae...

"Uh-do you have a place to stay?" she asks, she thinks it's a common question. Especially around the 'Hold. "If not...there's a boarding house. Edna's Boarding House. Apparently it's super creepy," she stresses hoping that Keith will understand her meaning that it's a place where Autumn hangs. "Anyone can stay there. Ish." she thought only changelings were allowed but she didn't know for sure. "I'm planning on staying there. Only there's someone I need to talk to first." her mind once again drawn to the wasp, as she takes a scoop of her fug-y brownie goodness, talking around her bite, "Oh! There's pay arrangements if you need...like-like dishes!" she squeaked, flushing once more, she really didn't know what 'lings could do to pay for a room, other then pay...but she knew that, money wasn't the only option. And doing the dishes was the very first mundane thing that she thought of.

More then half-embarrassed Mhairi brought her head down to look squarely at her sundae. Chocolate would make everything better! She declares mentally with a nod. Then takes another big scoop. Some of the hot fudge drizzle hits her nose, crossing her eyes she looks at the escaping droplet, and tries to wipe it off with her tongue. There was no way she would get it off if she had to use her drippy fingers to wipe at the spot. 'Sigh. #Elemental problems.' She snorts, at her own thoughts, and in defeat grabs a napkin.

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"If you want for company...we could-ah...go together." she offers with a shy self conscious smile. She still needed to talk to Ramona.

Keith, the fellow elemental is silent for a long moment. "You're welcome." she says with equal gravity.

"Well. Probably." she says with a smile, "You don't even have to stay there to drop by. I think others just-ah, pop in to see how the folks who are staying there are."

Mhairi's still scrubbing at her nose with the napkin, self conscious and worrying that she missed some. Especially since she could feel small droplets of the drippy quicksilver fingernails. A tingling touch of the imitation of the burning droplet, evaporating before she could [I]do]/I] anything about it.

With a frustrated sigh she gave up. Looking at Keith, half pleased that she managed to get a wheezing laugh from him. It was half the point of her actions. Well the initial fudge on her face wasn't but the rest... "Do I still have something?" she asks, using one hand to circle her face. "Here?" ignoring the quicksilver spatter as it lands.