Hey there, mutual-hatred buddy. You. Me. Coffee at New Brew. It's totally a thing that needs to happen

I've never heard of a homecoming dance before, but it seems like a fun event! If people still need dresses I would be happy to make some for you. Though...I might need to find a place that has fabric. I'm afraid that I'm running out of curtains here.

Oh! And if someone wouldn't mind telling me more about homecoming I would love to learn about it.

[Really, at first, Anita looks nothing short of irate, sitting in front of the camera with her arms crossed. She's already heard every possible explanation from the folks at the hospital, and while she's done her best to take it with a grain of salt, she's not pleased. It's difficult to wrap her head around, honestly, and that's saying something, considering what she does for a living and how often she spends her time ass-deep in myths and legends. All sorts of things that people once thought were fictional but were, in truth, real.

This is just a twist she had never expected.]

The funny thing is that this is only bordering on the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me.

[She's certainly seen worse. Nobody is trying to chain her to a bed and slice her up, so, you know, that's a definite plus.]

I'm sure plenty of other people have shown up and started talking about how this just can't be true, so I'm going to skip that part for now and worry about finding out more about this place. I'll assume we're not looking at an island full of humans, given the circumstances. There's nothing wrong with that, but humor me. I'm curious. Are the police any good, or is it all Gangs of New York up in here?

One gossipy bitch seeks likewise gossip-inclined individual for endless text exchanges and partying.

So Nico, when did you want me to pick you up? Gotta be sure to get there early so we can get good seats for the Homecoming King and Queen ceremony. [ Does he sound incredibly amused? Oh yes. ]