umbrellajackassery | {Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

"Wouldn't count on it." He shrugs and pauses in his shuffling of the cards to look up at her again when she introduces herself. "I'm Klaus. But I guess you know that, if you met one of the other ones. They're all older, though."

He finishes shifting the cards around and pauses for a second, squinting at her. "Can you hold stuff?" He's never seen any of them do it, but considering she seems new-- because, really, he did not at all recognize her from the faces that normally followed him when he was at home-- he may as well ask. He's still not completely sure how all the ghost rules apply.

"I can." She said with a nod, edging a little closer, "But depending on what it is doesn't mean I will just because I can." She'd dated boys off and on before realizing that what she was supposed to do wasn't what she wanted to do, and she knew that question -and questions like it- were often followed by something lewd, and she wasn't taking any chances.

It was easy to wing back around to the first statement, "And I have, yeah, and they are, everyone here is, it's a little unnerving, really. Feel like I've got to be on my best behavior all the time even though I know nobody's actually going to be able to tell if I'm not." She shook her head again, smile emerging, cautious, but still amused, "Present company excluded, of course."

His faces scrunches up at that implication. "Ew." The verbal slip of distaste is out of his mouth before he could even think to stop it. "No offense," he adds a beat or two later with a slight shrug. "But you're not really, uh-- my type." She's dead for starters. And he likes boys more, anyway.

"Don't bother," he waves a hand dismissively. "My family are all varying degrees of disasters and have no place to judge, even if they could see you and all your reckless ghosty behavior."

"Oh no offense taken." She replied brightly, "You're cute, but not at all my type either, and really I'm just not used to having so many actual adults around who aren't faculty or staff somehow. Bit disconcerting, innit?"

She could guess that he felt similarly, but she wasn't sure, and wasn't going to presume, either, that would be rude.

"I guess, kinda, yeah." he admits with a bit of a nod. He's definitely way more used to the teenagers outnumbering the adult-shaped people in the house. "I guess I'm just not as bothered by it, cause they're still like-- my family and shit." He shrugs.

"That would definitely make a difference in it all." She agreed, nodding, "It would definitely be less weird for me if I already knew them."

A shrug followed, taking the cards so she could shuffle them, "Don't suppose it matters, though, in the long run, I probably won't be here long enough to get used to it."

"What makes you say that?" He tilts his head a little to one side. "You know how you got here? Or some way to leave?" Because he's not sure he wants anyone else to figure that last little bit out. He is pretty sure here is better than whatever is in store in his real, regular timeline or... whateverthefuck.

"Well, your lot have averted the apocalypse, which means the veil's going to fall into place again and I'll go back to... I don't know, wherever I was before I wound up here. That's how it happened before." She didn't sound particularly bothered, it was just a statement of fact.

"So what are we playing? Gin? Hearts? Go Fish? I think we'd need more people for Hearts." Her brow creased, "And then there's Old Maid, which is just Fish with extra rules."

"I dunno... I think they broke stuff when they did that?" He squints a little. "I dunno, no one's talked to me much about the future stuff." He admits with a nonchalant shrug. He doesn't seem too concerned about it, even if secretly in the back of his mind, he hates it, being shoved to the side, invisible, not important enough to know things.

"Go Fish?" He shrugs, he hadn't really thought that far ahead, and it seemed as good as anything else, really.

"Oh. Suppose that might explain why it hasn't happened yet." She agreed, already dealing, "Happened fairly quickly last time, and it's been ..." She shook her head, "It's definitely been longer, this time. But if things got broken in the process, who even knows if I'll ever go back."

On the one hand, existing without Cassie there still hurt and not existing was preferable to that, but on the other, it was entirely possible that there was someone here who needed her the same way and she just hadn't determined who yet.

He takes the cards she deals him and considers his hand for a moment along with what she said. "Do you have the same concept of time you had when you were alive, now?" He really doesn't know near as much as he should about ghosts, all things considered. "Do you wanna go back?" A beat. "Where were you before, anyway?"

Her brow furrowed a little at that line of questioning, not entirely used to getting that many all at once, usually she was the person asking that many questions on top of each other.

She shrugged as she fanned out the remainder of the deck to be their fish pond, brow creasing a little as she sorted out her own hand, "Before I showed up here I was ...sort of nowhere, I guess, but before that I was haunting Mendenham Hall, historical site and school, where I died. And when I'm present, like right now, time moves the same, seconds, minutes, hours and all the rest, but I'm not always present."

Her brow furrowed further, "I don't think I go back to the nowhere, I think I'm still here, at least, in this house, but not present? It's a bit difficult to explain, really. And going back? Don't suppose I want to go back to Mendenham, nothing left for me there. Not that I have any idea why I wound up here, a literal ocean away from where I was, still trying to figure that out."

He listens to her explanation while he sorts some of his cards and shifts them around a bit. A lot of it is so vague, "It doesn't sound like you know that much more about all of this than I do." he comments, tilting his head a little. "Kinda weird, right? If anyone should know all the answers," he gestures at her with his free hand. "should be you." A beat. "The general you. Ghost-you. Not you-you." Whatever.

"You'd think that." She replied, giving an easy smile, "But I suppose it's a bit like when you're in primary school, and you think that teenagers have it all figured out, and when you get to be a teenager you'll have it all figured out too. But then you get to be a teenager and realize that none of us know what's going on either."

It was the best comparison she'd been able to come up with yet, because it was something relatable, at least to most people.

He pulls a face and nods a little. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." In so much as it could make sense, since he didn't actually go to a real school or know older kids or really any other kids besides his siblings growing up. But he's seen movies. He can fill it in, in his head from that, at least.

{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

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