Snippet #2508262

Fox bounced happily on the balls of her feet as she watched the little crowd swell and listened as comments were tossed back and forth. She didn't quite mind being forgotten, at least not for the moment. She'd been searching for this place for a long time. Bluffington was not quite famous, but close to it. There were other mythical communities all over the world, but this was one of the few mid-sized ones, a quality Fox had been searching for for a long time. What was the point of being am immortal among hundreds of other immortals, all packed within the underground of New York City? Even worse, to be a new face in some remote village atop a mountain in South America. No, Bluffington was exactly what Fox had been looking for. It would be a great place to spend the next few decades or so while she waited for the private space travel industry to beef up a bit.

"I'm not really here for any reason at all, actually," Fox said to Bridgette as she went to grab her duffel bag from the golems. She pet one hesitantly on the head and then grinned. "I've been following rumors about this place around the country for a while now, but first I kept getting different names, then no one could tell me the state... I met a vampire in Mexico who swore up and down it was in Australia..." She rolled her eyes and hauled the bag up into her arms, stumbling a bit under the weight. Luckily (or not), she stumbled straight into one of the young men, dark-haired with even darker eyes. This guy must be made of bricks, she thought. Even though she had fallen into him with practically her entire weight, he hardly seemed bothered by it. Fox dropped the bag at her feet and shook out her arms. "Sorry," she said and smiled at him again. For some reason, she just couldn't stop smiling at him. "Anyway, do either of you know a place where they're renting rooms... or where I could get a job...?" she said, including Bridgette in the question.