Maggie Jordan

In some ways, Maggie feels a little like she hasn't really gotten a break since she showed up here. Between trying to help Will and Mackenzie get a show on its feet, that virus that hit, people disappearing and coming back with honest to God horror stories, and that whole thing where she and Jim kissed that she's done her best to avoid dealing with for the past month and a half, it's been a lot at once, and maybe they're pretty much reduced to a local news show now, but it still feels like more than they ever took on back in New York. At least there, they weren't having to deal with what may or may not be straight up supernatural shit, the sort of thing that none of them could ever have been prepared for. At least they aren't just reporting on a missing little girl anymore. That's a relief, as is the fact that she's back now, but what they got in return is still awful.

For her, anyway, it's kind of put a damper on the whole holiday thing, though she's not sure she would have done much to celebrate Halloween as it is, working during the hours that kids are out trick-or-treating and with little interest in dressing up and trying to find a party to go to after where she won't know anyone. Instead, she just heads down to the bar near the studio once she's off work, which isn't quite Hang Chew's but serves a similar purpose. The place is all decorated, albeit halfheartedly, for the occasion, orange and black and purple crepe paper on the walls, and a lot of the people around are in costume; one girl's up at the karaoke machine doing a pretty dismal rendition of "Spooky" wearing a costume that Maggie thinks can't be anything other than just "sexy," since it's not recognizable as anything else. If she hadn't needed a drink before, she definitely does now.

[Halloween gathering! Any and all welcome; a cityhall post with more info is here.]