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[ghost_holder]

Is it opportunistic to do this? Maybe. Probably. She hadn't actually expected Olive and Eduardo to take her seriously when she'd offered to house sit for them. She also hadn't expected them to be willing to pay as much as they've promised her either. Given the atmosphere of the Purge, the opportunistic whispers, she supposes they might see it as an investment. Even with her powers acting up, she knows she can put on a hell of a scare.

It's strange though that while many of her friends have been feeling their powers dim, Aggie's have never felt stronger. This isn't necessarily a good thing. Every time Aggie startles, lights dim and then surge back on; electrical devices go on the fritz; things break. Her own physical body always feels too small for her these days. It's not like a growth spurt in her bones and muscles but in her soul and there's no growing to accommodate that.

She's not in danger of being unable to defend the Saverin house. If anything, the greater danger is in being unable to limit how much damage she does to a person if they try anything stupid.

For the first hour though, most of the activity seems to concentrate in the city and Aggie just sits on the Saverins' porch eating some of their leftovers (they'd said she could). For a minute, the zombie makeup seems to feel like overkill until she hears something rustle at the end of the driveway. Then she's on her feet, eyes glowing fiercely.

"This isn't the place you want to try," she warns.

[[Be a friend or a burglar. Aggie will deal with them accordingly.]]

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[train_baby]

She probably shouldn't be out. Yona has, in fact, been told this multiple times by multiple people, but she doesn't particularly care. Right now, there are several substances flowing through her veins, everything is pleasant and hazy and light, just with a backdrop of the sound of chaos, and she trusts her own instincts, anyway. If anything were going to happen to her, she'd be able to see it coming. Maybe that's why, as she passes by the houses lining the park, she pauses near the one with the girl in the zombie makeup, her eyes glowing in a way that definitively isn't makeup, the subject of her ire darting off before she can do anything else.

"Nice trick," Yona says, light and friendly, leaning against the fence. "Is it working? Making people leave?"

[sidestepdestiny]

"...Agatha? Crowley, what's happened to your face?" I ask, brows furrowed. I don't need a light to see in the dark, but from where I'm standing there are unnatural shadows on her cheeks, her lips are nearly blue and her pallor is pale and gray. She almost looks like me on a very bad day.

She doesn't smell unusual, and she appears to be eating casserole from a tupperware container.

"What are you doing out here?"