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The Park, Sunday Morning - After sunrise

For a change Allie was actually drinking her coffee instead of just enjoying the smell as she sat on the park bench and enjoyed the sunlight.

Without burning.

Allie had been on the island long enough to realize that whatever weirdness this was was probably going to and at some point. But until it did, she was going to make the most of it.

Ordinarily she wasn't one for pictures. But in this particular instance, a selfie was definitely called for. Once she was satisfied with the picture, she sent two messages.

[Open but probably going to be SP till this evening. But I couldn't pass this up.]

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Bob walked by, whistling. Did he seem chipper? He was very chipper. It was a lovely day, no matter what the weather was, and he had a body!

He smiled and nodded at Allie. "Good morning."

Allie raised her coffee in greeting. "Good morning. Nice day out isn't it?"

"Beautiful," Bob answered, grinning. Pardon a bit of appreciative ogling, Allie; Bob had a body.

Okay, be real - he'd have ogled anyway.

She was five foot nothing and skinny as a rail. There really wasn't all that much to ogle and she was in too good of a mood to be offended.

"I have a feeling we're not talking about the same thing," she said wryly.

She was female and sort of adorable; that was enough.

"I am in a very good mood, because I'm out and about and I can feel the sun and the wind, and I don't care if it's cold," Bob answered. "And also there's a pretty girl." He bowed, still grinning. "Why, what did you mean?"

"That's funny. Maybe we are talking about the same thing after all," Allie grinned. "I haven't been able to be out in the sun in quite a while. This is nice."

[And I'm about to go poof till this evening. Great SP OK?]

"I haven't gotten out much until recently, and certainly not to touch things." He tapped the bench just because. "I'm a ghost, you see," he explained.

[SP is always good!]

So someone else was taking advantage of the island's weirdness.

"And I'm a vampire. This is the first sunrise I've seen in almost three years. So I understand how you're feeling."

"Are you?" Bob grinned at her and examined her magically. "Yet another type; the ones in my world are very different from you or Count Dracula." He stuck his hand out. "Bob. Hrothbert of Bainbridge, at your service."

"Allison Sekemoto. But most people on the island call me Allie," she told him, taking his hand in a firm grip. "How am I different from what you're used to?"

Bob grinned and turned her hand to kiss it. "Vampires in my world just have different sorts of energies. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And you Bob. Definitely a pleasure." Allie grinned at the kiss, briefly picturing herself in one of the trashy novels she liked to read.

"That's a different way of describing it. But are they still generally assholes? They are where I'm from." Yes Jackal, she was thinking of you.

Bob liked those trashy novels, too!

"A lot of them, yes," Bob said. "What sort depends, though. Mostly I try staying away from them. Not too hard, when you're incorporeal."

They're going to have to compare reading lists.

"I can see where that would make things easier," she nodded. "So the your body? That's new this weekend?"

"Mm." Bob held out his arms, then stretched and sighed happily. "From what I've been told of the island, it's unlikely to last. What do you think I should try?" he asked. "I'm sure there's loads of things I've never had before. "Oo, coffee, and chocolate, and popcorn! Sushi." He tried to think. "Anything from the Americas or eastern Asia. And anything newer than the last thousand years."

Oh, lord; he was off.

"Oh good, you know it's only temporary." She would have hated to break the news to him if he didn't.

"Coffee's a start. I'm enjoying this one. Ordinarily I can only enjoy the smell," Allie told him. "Beyond that? Everything. That's kind of my plan. Except I'll be doing it in LA with a friend when my portal comes through in a bit."

"A friend!" Bob beamed at her. "What a lovely idea. I've got a friend who'll know exactly what I should try!" Or who he could blackmail into cooking him things. One of these.

"I hope you have a wonderful day, Allie."

"I'm going to make the most of it," she promised. "And when everything's back to normal you should come visit me at the bar on a Friday night. It sounds like you've lived an interesting life. Unlife?"

"One or the other." Bob grinned at her. "I will definitely have to visit. I always enjoy talking to pretty women."

Allie really needed to up her flirting game. At the moment it was pretty mediocre.

Or even non-existent.

"And I enjoy having someone besides Tiny to talk to."

"It's a date," Bob promised, grinning. "I'll leave you to your portal; I'm going to find things to try. Good day, milady!"

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