We Have to Stop Meeting Like This

[st_clare]

Julianna had been uncertain when she saw the notice in the faculty lounge about an event for Halloween. It wasn't that she was superstitious, and perhaps surprisingly the day wasn't known for extra trouble as far as the supernatural went, but this would be her first faculty event since taking up her teaching duties at UNLV. She was the only non-American in her department, and with the exception of a few of her already-tenured colleagues, she was one of the oldest people on staff. She wondered if she wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb.

Hopefully they'd at least serve alcohol.

So she found herself in a shop looking over their selection of costumes and feeling grateful that none of them were too tacky. If all else failed, she could pull something suitable out of her closet. When she wanted retail therapy, she shopped elsewhere.

The realization that Halloween was just a couple of weeks away reminded her that Christmas was closing in. No chance of snow here in Nevada. She'd just have to make the best of it.

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[st_clare]

"Like...like demons?"

The change of subject was so abrupt that it left Julianna nonplussed, and she faced away from the curtain to study some more of the costumes on display. It just might be easier to talk if they didn't look at each other.

"There are all manner of things as far as supernatural creatures go," the Watcher said, lowering her voice to a discreet murmur. "Some are more human in appearance than others. Why do you ask?"

[holiday_pirner]

Fully dressed, she pulled the curtain aside. "Because I met one. When I first came to Vegas. She was the one who told me about Searchlight."

Holly put the costume back on the hanger. "It probably doesn't matter now. I guess I wasn't more freaked out at the time because of the drugs." She shrugged.