#mac:threads

option one where: broken records

He looked under the display before him, sighing as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. This was the fifth store he had been in, searching high and low and it looked like he was coming up short, yet again. Looking to the person next to him he sighed in defeat. "Have you seen a rock, he's got a little cowboy hat, googly eyes, a moustache?" It was a prank and it was beginning to drive him insane.

option two where: echo acres woods

From a distance it would look like the witch was setting up a relaxing bonfire in the middle of the woods, a small clearing a neat stack of wood surrounded by stones to contain it. That was until the small firepit was engulfed in a giant fireball, the kind that ought to have burnt the witch, had the fire not curved around him, spreading through the small clearing, nearly kissing the looming trees before retreating to be contained by the firepit. From the outside it seemed fake, an illusion, but in Lunar Cove it was normal, or normal-ish. Flexing his hands, Mac nodded to himself, glad that his magic seemed to back to normal, enjoying the quiet crackle of the fire before he heard someone approaching from behind him. "You need a bell or something, I could have barbequed you."

Even without the cigarette, Mac could see each breath he loosed escape into the cool night air. It was the kind of cold that tinged the tops of his ears pink - but he didn't care, he wouldn't do this during the day, so if Ken wanted to play stuntman it had to be late enough that there would be no one around that could get hurt.

He sat on the hood of his car, one of his cars, a 1989 Camaro he had refurbished himself as he wanted for the vampire to appear, his knee propped up and foot tapping.

"One does not typically dress for a business meeting to do donuts and drift in a deserted parking lot." The witch smirked as he spotted the other man.

He was exhausted, the kind of tired you felt in your bones, but he wasn't going to pass up after work drinks after finishing the mammoth job he had. A client from Seattle who had insisted that Mac continue to work for him and had taken ridiculous steps to ensure that he did, it was a compliment he supposed. He was heading to the bar to grab a round of drinks when he bumped into someone. "Fuck, sorry." He said quickly as he caught her, adding: "you okay?"

He stood looking down at his unconscious body with disappointment. It had been over a year since his last episode, it wasn't his longest stretch, but it still stung when he had felt his spirit rip away from his body against his will and watched his body collapse onto the floor of his loft. He did the usual checks, made sure he hadn't hit his head on the way down and gave his a body a tentative poke just in case his magic would let him back in - but no such luck. He was stuck on the astral plane for god knows how long, just waiting to claim his body back. Instead of sitting next to his body and poking himself until he was let back in, he went to find Lennon, walking directly through the nearest wall and making a beeline to where he figured she'd be.

He kept walking, making sure not to bump into any ghosts as he did until he found her and came up next to her. "Being a ghost can be so boring. When I bite the bullet please exorcise me or something, I don't want to hang around any longer than necessary."