Private Finished Moving In

Maisie Belle hadn't been on the island more than a day and she already felt her head swimming. There were so many strange species she had never even heard of just walking around. None of them quite surprised her, but it was difficult to comprehend it all without feeling faint every few minutes.

When she reached the door of her new dormroom--and she made sure to triple check that she got the right number right and that her key matched what was on the door--she dropped all her bags and shook out her burning arms. Maisie had insisted that she really didn't need to pack all that much, but in the end her mother and her aunt helped her pack practically her entire room into her suitcases (and some bags borrowed from her other family members) with the reasoning that it'd help her settle in faster and not feel so homesick.

Maisie reached into the pocket of her jean shorts for the key (she'd somewhat regretted wearing them, not aware that the weather up here was supposed to be icy and freeze-her-butt-off cold). As she took it out and attempted to jam it in, she paused and glanced over at the new voice.

"Do I look like I'm lost?" she shot back, her key turning in the lock. "I haven't been on this island more'n five minutes and I've already got door-to-door salesmen on my ass. Not interested!" The door swung open with a nudge of her foot, and she went to try and drag one of her bags into the dorm. "By the way, you got ketchup on your face. God forbid you make your next customer hungry."

Maisie watched his gaze flicker as he mentioned her bags and gave a holler when he up and swooped them all off the ground. "Hey, you dirty rascal! Gimme my bags back! Thief!"

She followed him into the dorm, smacking his back (but not very hard) and cursing him out as he made off with her bags. It was only when he set them down next to one of the beds inside the dorm that her key unlocked that she realized he'd actually helped move her luggage out of the kindness of his heart rather than thieve it all like the dirty door-to-door salesmen back home would do. Dirty, sleazy salesmen. The girl quieted down and grumbled, then huffed out a, "Thank you."

Her eyes scanned the room, and just as they landed on the other bed and the things around it, she paused.

"You're my roommate? I have to live in the same room as a boy?" Maisie usually wasn't one to enforce weird gender things, but she was pretty sure that back home, putting a boy and a girl together in one room was just asking for danger and unprotected shenanigans.

"Why you little--who're you callin' shorty! You're short. I happen to be perfectly average in some countries! And no, my eyes ain't bugging out. I've never seen some of these creatures, but there ain't no use getting shocked at every new little thing I see. I expect surprise, so I'm not very surprised." Maisie hmph'd and crossed her arms, half hoping this 'Ash' sleazy blood and liquor door to door salesman wouldn't be able to tell that her head was actually spinning.

"My name's Maisie Belle. I'll be your roommate, but you better not touch any of my stuff, you hear?"

"Well then I hope you have really good willpower to keep it in your pants for an eternity; my momma warned me about you boys! I'll have to go out and buy a baseball bat to keep next to my bed." Not that Maisie actually thought he would do anything to her; it was partially an excuse to go out and get one of those safety weapons to use against creepy intruders. Who knew how good the locks on these doors actually were?

"Better than none!" she shot back, putting her hands on her hips. "I'll make sure to give 'em what for. They'll be outta here in no time when I start putting on my country music, so don't you worry about dying a' fright anymore. Ol' Maisie here will protect ya." She breathed onto the fingernails of one hand and buffed them on her shoulder, appearing totally proud of her skills.

Maisie watched him like a hawk as he moved, briefly eyeing the things he gestured to and the weird bottle he was drinking from. "Seriously? Alcohol? Do you know how much trouble we could get in just from having that in our dorms? Do whatever you want, but if I get in trouble, it's on your head. And don't let me get a whiff a' that breath, either!"

"That's the spirit. It's bad enough having to live with a ketchup-loving alcoholic; at least you ain't no panty thief." Maisie sat down in her cluster of bags and pulled one towards her to open it. In only a couple seconds, the suitcase was empty, and a pile of a dozen or more dresses appeared on her bed.

"So, what do y'all do for fun around here? Got WiFi? Wait, I don't know if I want to know what sorta weird things you get up to. I don't think my poor ears could take it."

"I wouldn't put it past you and I hardly even know you," she snorted with a glance toward the door. "Do you always do that? You just live with the door open? I don't want people seeing my bloomers." Right on cue, she pulled out a stack of cute underwear and tossed it on her bed next to her dresses, as nonchalant as could be.

Maisie looked back up at Ash as he seemed to try and get her to connect some dots. "I dunno what your point is here. If you're trying to make my eyes bug, it ain't happening. I ain't totally blind to this weird magic world, y'know, and I ain't treatin' you any different just because you're not human."

She eyed the space between their beds thoughtfully and said, "But, I think we could do with a nice wall right here. Brick...No, that'd look ugly. Nevermind, no wall." She dumped one of the bags upside down, and there went tumbling and rolling a bunch of bottles. A bottle of perfume rolled straight towards Ash's foot as Maisie picked up the rest. The bottle of perfume escaped her notice.

"You know of any good makeup places, or am I going to have to shop online? I don't even know if some of this stuff is sold anymore...Wait, why am I asking you? You're a guy. Then again--you might have a girlfriend who makes you go pick everything up for her. Do those still exist here?"

Alright, he had a point there. It had technically been her job to close the door, as much as it hurt to admit that to herself. "Well...I'm the one who's unpacking everything here! You're not doing anything, soo it's your job to close the door now."

"The entire bathroom? Then no way, no wall! I'll be darned if you get that all to yourself. By the way, I hope you haven't filled up all them drawers--I have to put this makeup somewhere and it's gonna be where I apply it every morning." She side-eyed Ash and noted that he had a girlfriend. And then, the WiFi password was presented to her and she felt like she was looking at a feast upon a silver platter. Sweet, glorious internet. "Thanks, shortcake!" she said as she took the paper and slid it into the pocket of her jean shorts.

Maisie huffed as he handed her the perfume saying what he did. She turned the bottle around and spritz'd him in the chest with a blithely smug look on her face. "I can't make any promises. You're living with a girl, after all. I'll make sure to annoy you as much as possible by leaving my frilly underthings in the most uncanny of places and always using your toothbrushes even though I have my own. I think the bathroom might even get a makeover--do you like pastel pink or rustic country?"

She stared at him--his eyes, specifically--for a moment. "Your eyes are cool, by the way. Pretty. They remind me of autumn--or maybe orange juice. No, wait, honey. Do you have a jar of honey around here so I can compare? The good farm-fresh stuff, not that crap you buy from the store."