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Stella Roundtree	After sending Hal a text requesting his presence, though it is framed as, "Hey, so my roommate is out on a date. And I would also like to be out on a date. So which do you like better, obstacles or ghosts? WARNING, this message will self-destruct!"      The message will not self-destruct.      Upon hearing that ghosts are the proper answer, she texted him her location and is waiting rather fearlessly at long-abandoned ruins. Well, maybe not fully abandoned, there might be homeless people or rats still kicking around, but the place certainly spooky! Still, none of that seems to bother or concern her, a rather small woman compared to those things which go bump in the night.
Hal Jordan	One has to assume that Hal has not yet left the city, not if he is taking her up on her offer to meet up. And apparently look for ghosts? He doesn't really know just what she has in mind of course, but he is pretty adaptable all things considered. Still, just how he arrived is something of a mystery, perhaps gettign a taxi or Uber to let him off a short distance away from the address that he receives via self-destructing text. That most definitely did not blow up. Either way, he strolls towards the unlikely spot, glancing around and wondering vaguely whether he has possibly been set up, peering through the darkness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.
Stella Roundtree	Stella flips her flashlight to illuminate her face. "HAL. I see you heeded my summoning," she says in a spooky, deep voice. "Welcome to the place I've seen a bunch of teenagers on Youtube exploring," she declares. She's in black jeans and a black jacket, so she does look a little like a floating head as it starts getting dark. "Glad to see you're still around! And that you showed up. I realized after the fact that not too many guys would wander out here all aloooo-oooone," she says, before turning the flashlight towards the ground. "But you did say you were were a man who liked a thrill. Or had no fear. Maybe both?" she laughs. She seems to be in a great mood.      "I got us some water and some treats for if we need a sit down after all the ghosts we'll definitely be chasing," she grins.
Hal Jordan	Of course he could find her easily enough, what with that handy power ring to lead the way, but that somehow feels like it might be cheating. So he refrains, searching for her the old fashioned way. And getting a helping hand when that flashlight pops on, illuminating her features. "Ah ha. I was getting a little concerned that I was being sent on a wild goose chase," he admits with a brief smile, starting to wander over. He does cast an appraising gaze at the building beyond as he approaches however, the decrepit state hard to miss and he purses lips together. "I'm really hoping that I don't wake up in a tub of ice with one of my kidneys missing at the end of this date," he warns her. Hey, she admits to being a shady character! And an abandonned sanitarium doesn't exactly scream safe and fun. But hey, he's game to try almost anything at least once and falls in at her side. "Sounds like you thought about just about everything," he admits with a grin, pausing to lean in and press a quick kiss to one of her cheeks before turning his gaze back towards one of the more unique date venues he's ever been to. "So what? You figure that chance of running into a ghost is... what? Seventy, eighty percent?" he teases lightly.
Stella Roundtree	Stella is not always safe, but she does like to be fun. And to her, this is one big creepy playground.      She does delight at the kiss pressed to her cheek, "Yeah, it has to be somewhere in that statistical neighborhood. Smart and handsome, look at you," she says. "But I bet it's a hundred percent that we walk through a cobweb and startle rats. Still bold enough to go in?" she teases.      And then she's off, "You have to keep up, otherwise I'll beat you to my ice-filled bathtub!" she says. And she scales that fence like it's nothing, even standing on the top before she turns around and drops down with barely a sound. "Oh! Sorry, do you need help getting over?" she asks. "I can come back and give you a boost if you need it," she says, peeking through the iron bars, holding on to two like she's trapped behind them.
Hal Jordan	"That will learn ya. I'm way more than just another pretty face," Hal counters with a brief smile, setting off after her in her wake though he doesn't seem like he's having any real problem keeping up. Even if she sets a faster pace then he might have expected. "That sounds reasonable. Keep your eyes open for suitable webbing," he offers up with only a hint of a grin. "Oh, I think it's safe to say that you're not going to get rid of me quite that easily," he counters, a smirk sliding over his features when she offers to come back and help him over the fence. It is a pretty rusted version of a fence at that, with more then a few broken links that could easily catch on clothes -- or cut skin. It would, admittedly, be easier if he could just fly over it -- or summon up a glowing green bulldozer to put it down and out of it's misery. "I think I can manage," he allows, scampering up and over easily enough. If not quite as graceful as she managed.
Stella Roundtree	She watches him, definitely judging his abilities. Maybe this is just a man-test obstacle course. And you did! Well, well, your kidneys stay safe another day," she says as she fans the light over ground. No rats scatter, thankfully, but some spider eyes do reflect back. "I gotta take a picture, Hella's gonna be grossed out," she says with a huge grin, using her phone to take a photo of the vacant entryway, the big double doors between cracked columns, partially open, graffiti barely legible on it as the lone floodlight in the area casts spooky shadows.      She sends the photo, giggling, "I think she's out shoppin' with her new boy toy. Some rich guy named 'Ollie'," she says, saying the name in a silly British accent, then sticking out her tongue. "He's not actually from England, but he lives in a big gross mansion," she says, tucking her phone away and stepping up the stairs with unbridled confidence.      "Shall we, Hal?" she beckons, leaning against the door before slipping behind it, vanishing for just a moment. "We must find the ghosts," she says. That's really weird, the sound feels much closer, like she's still outside with him.
Hal Jordan	The entry way is pretty creepy, if not in the grand scheme of things. He has been to a lot of different worlds and has seen a great many things -- some amazing, some awe-inspiring and some truly awful. It does broaden one's horizon admittedly. And if he is not terrified by a rundown building and a bunch of spiders, well, her obvious enthusiasm is rather infectous, more then enough to make the appeal of this whole outting understandable. "Not exactly in the greatest of shape, is it?" he admits, glancing around, following her flashlight before fishing out his own phone to serve a similar, if lesser purpose. "I can definitely see a few ghosts hanging about this place," he admitsm starting towards those stairs. When she mentions Ollie, his brow raises again and for a moment he has to wonder if someone is playing a game with him. The world is indeed much smaller then it appears and he nods his head. "Hopefully she's having a good time. Probably not run down sanitarium with ghosts fun, but that's how it goes sometimes."
Stella Roundtree	Her phone buzzes. "Look at these goofs," Stella says. "Maybe I hate him slightly less now. SLIGHTLY!" she says, flashing a picture of a blonde nordic woman mugging for the camera, and Oliver Queen. They seem to be in a steakhouse.      "Okay, serious now. Deadly serious. Ghostly serious," she says. "This place is kinda pretty, in its way. Musta been something beautiful back in the day," she says, taking a few more pictures for her own memories.      "Are we brave enough to go upstairs and work our way down?" she asks, shining her flashlight onto a large staircase. It looks questionable.
Hal Jordan	Yup. Definitely a small world. Hal refrains from shaking his head in disbelief, just smirking faintly as the picture is shown off. "It looks like they're having a good time," he agrees casually. "And a good steak is never a bad thing," he adds. "Of course I'm sure ghosts have their charms as well," he notes. It's certainly a little more unconventional, that much is certain. "Hey, if you want to start at the top and work your way down I'm all for that. We just might want to be a little careful that we don't put a foot through the stairs," he notes wryly, still starting up those steps, testing his footing just a little before putting his full weight on each one. Not that he is in any real danger of course, but if something happens... well, they might be having a chat about green power rings a little earlier than intended. "And I imagine you're right. They don't really make them like they used to. I pet there are pictures online somewhere of the place when it was still in good repair," he muses.
Stella Roundtree	Stella is just happy that she could get someone to come out with her to do this! "Eh, that place looks a little stuffy to me! I'd much rather be here with you, semi-outside. But Hella and I are opposites in a lot of ways, which makes us pretty good roommies."      And unbeknownst to him, she's not in danger, either. Oh, the secrets we keep!      Maybe she's just enjoying it as long as she can.      She is a bit lighter than he is, so she's less careful, but she's still holding onto the remaining railing as she walks up the stairs. Just giving him a little bit of a view should his light land on her pert posterior.      "Oh, I bet you're right! I'll have to look those up when I get back home, see if I can do befores and afters," she says. And her foot DOES go right through one of the steps. She doesn't fall, but just sort of leans back and balances, "Whew! Okay, that one's no good, careful."      She should have gone down farther than that. But it was only a foot going through, not a whole person.
Hal Jordan	It is certainly not the normal way he'd spend an evening. But really, that's a good thing. Provided that the villains of the world cooperate of course. And that's a pretty big if. But for the moment he can forget about all of that and live in the moment. So yes, the light emitted from his cellphone camera does indeed sweep across her backside as she takes the lead in going up the stairs, scampering past him despite his warnings for caution. When that cracking sound indicates that one of the steps has indeed given way the light of that green ring flares for just a moment before he sees that she has managed to catch herself and keep from going completely through. Still, his next couple of steps are a little less cautious as he races up to lend a hand. "Careful now," he says, making sure she's steady. "Keep on going?" Like he really needs to ask.
Stella Roundtree	She looks confused for just a moment, "What the hell was that? Is your phone broken? Holy shit, was that an actual ghost?" she asks. "Did you see it!?" She's getting more excited. "I was bullshittin', of course, but you saw that flash of green, too, right?" She places her hand in his, letting him help her back up. It's important to let people feel helpful.      She takes another step up. "Of course we keep going. Now we have evidence! We saw it with our actual eyeballs!" she says. "That's more than any ghost show I've watched ever. All they got was things blowin' in the breeze," she says.      She makes her way with him up to the top of the stairs. The wind whistles. The building moans. She shivers, but she's smiling even in the dark. "Don't worry. We'll be okay. I won't let you fall," she says, watching from the top of the stairs to make sure he gets up all right.
Hal Jordan	Ooops. Well, that's the advantage with all this new fangled technology. It's pretty easy to blame things on glitches and bugs. Still, it is a reminder to Hal to be just a little more careful, particularly given just how dark and spooky this abandonned hospital happens to be. That green flash really stands out in a place like this. Though he's not about to let either one of them break their necks if the floor does give way, secret identity be damned. "I think it was just some weird setting on my phone," he offers up confidently, giving that cellphone a little shake as if to emphasize the point. "But hey, so long as you're up for continuing you'll get no argument from me," he assures her, once more starting up the stairs. "I mean, I guess the spirits could be messing with my settings..." he allows, taking those last few steps two at a time. They do creak ominously -- as does the entire building it seems -- but everything stays entact. "You will, huh? My hero," he says lightly in reply.
Stella Roundtree	"Aw, really?" she says. Her heart dips a little bit as she hears it's merely a phone malfunction. "We'll just have to keep looking, then," she says, taking another picture at the top of the stairs. "And here I thought we'd discovered new life. She tests the floor a bit, tapping with a toe and leaning forward with her weight. The hallway is dark, and she shines her light around. Doorways catch it, and there's some old broke equipment and trash littering the hall as the beam sweeps over the new territory. At least for them.      She keeps moving forward, and the first rat of the evening dashes out from the interior of a chip bag. Stella yips just a little, and the rat flies back away from her as if by ghostly hand and smacks into a wall before it shakes itself off and drags the bag away. Nature!      "Maybe I'm a little startled by rats, but I knew what I was getting us into when I spontaneously decided this was to be our date," she says. "So all we need now is for one of us to run face first into spiders..." She starts looking in rooms, leaning against doorframes to see what's left. Certainly not any copper pipes, but... "Oh Hal, I've found your bathtub. Lots of them, actually," she says, opening up the door with a creak to show off rows of old rusted out tubs. "So I hope you weren't too in love with your kidney, I'm afraid this is where you'll have to recover," she teases before walking on in to inspect.
Hal Jordan	"Afraid so. But the evening's young so who knows just what we'll run into before all's said and done. Don't give up hope just yet. Or maybe it's just that a ghost past right in front of my light and it turned it green. I'm no expert on the supernatural," he confesses. Which is ironic given who much of his time of late has been spent enduring magical rituals to travel to alternate dimensions. He probably should have tried to upskill himself on the occult and the like. While the dark and their progress up the stairs didn't let them see too much of the state of the other floors, certainly the top floor is not in the best of shape. Which stands to reason. There is definitely damage to the roof which in turn has lead to leaks. And that has helped to warp the floor some, making footing a little tricky. And of course all the foul-looking stains that decorate the walls. Definitely not a garden spot, though it's unlikely it ever truly was. When she yelps at the rat, Hal grins just a bit, still careful as he takes each step, that beam from his cellphone ssweeping about almost constantly to check for any other surprises there might be. "I don't blame you. Lets try to avoid walking into a web full of spiders if at all possible," he suggests. And then they come upon the room full of tubs. It's hard not to smirk. "Lovely. Still, it probably wouldn't be the worst date I've ever had," he admits.
Stella Roundtree	"Oh yeah? What was the worst date?" she asks, shining her light in the tubs, one by one. Leaves, pieces of roof, bottles, and some raunchy old magazines are some of the offerings available. Stella startles just a little bit as she says, "No way, really? Ugh, that's so creepy. I wonder if kids were in here, trying to make it all the more spooky," she says, waving him over. "Or shooting a video, maybe?"      In one of the tubs are two dolls, each sitting at one end of their hiding spot. The inside of the tub has lipstick, smudged and red reading MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY! all over it, with a teacup in the middle. It's filled with dark water and the empty gold lipstick tube.      "It's no ghost... but it's pretty close to being just as exciting," she says, taking a picture. "This is not the place I want to have our snack, by the way," she decides. "We need to find a better place for that."
Hal Jordan	"It would be hard to pick just one. I have had a checkered past at times," Hal retorts drily as his own makeshift flashlight sweeps across the room, taking it all in. "On the bright side it means that it will be pretty easy for you to look good in comparison. Just don't steal my organs and you're golden," he points out archly, starting to move down in amongst the bathtubs. "I could see it going either way. Some of them wanting to leave their own little mark on the legend of this place," he admits, smirking at the magazines before shaking his head, moving deeper into the room. "But I'm sure there's a variety of amateur video of this place out there. Someone could have easily left them for effect. It would seem that people aren't big about cleaning up after themselves when they hang out in a ruin," he notes drily. Of course then they come upon that tub with the dolls and lipstick, pausing there. "Now this is pretty creepy. Some people clearly have a pretty good imagination. Maybe a little too good," he admits. "You won't get any argument from me. I know some people find scary movies to be a pretty good date, but there's a big difference from sitting in a theatre in the dark and being out here in the same," he says with a quiet chuckle.
Stella Roundtree	"Oh, so the bar is pretty low, huh? Nice," Stella says. "It's good to know I can stop trying at any point and still come out on top. Or wherever," she teases. "And I love scary movies! And I do like stuff like this because of that. Though I definitely do not want to get murdered, thank you very much. I just like the first part, where people are happily explorin'," she says.      She makes her way around to other tubs, though it is mostly just trash and building debris in them, though one does have a small pile of crucifixes.      "I did watch some of those amateur videos. And there is a room I'm looking for that someone actually used in a music video, though they did report under it that they got notified by the police after posting it for trespassing," she laughs. "I'm not sure quite how to get to it, but that it why we explore!" she says, moving to leave this room in particular.
Hal Jordan	"It did seem only fair to let you know that you can completely phone it in and I'll still be really impressed," Hal agrees with a grave nod of his head though the grin quickly makes its reemergence. "And I would tend to agree really. Exploring spooky places sounds like a lot more fun then being murdered in one. Lets strive to avoid that one too," he agrees. See? They're totally on the same page. Definitely both very anti-being murdered. It's a small start, but it's something. The tub with the pile of crucifixes isn't quite as disturbing as the dolls, but it certainly is a nice, theamtic touch for anyone who came up with it. Hal can respect the effort if nothing else as they seek out those little details as the occasional breeze whistles through the small gaps in the roof and walls, making strange noises and creaks, just adding to the atmosphere of the place. "Oh? Well, I guess you take the good with the bad if you do something like that. Any particular features that we should be on the look out for? I mean, I'm sure it won't be a room full of tubs, but I'll keep watch for any signs," he says lightly.
Stella Roundtree	"Well great, we can just go to Denny's, my work here is done," Stella says. Of course, she's not done at all! She looking up and down the hall, peeking into each room. "Nothing, nothing, creepy bed, nothing... how do we even find it. It's a very tall room... maybe you can't get to it from this floor?" she asks no one in particular, but Hal is at least there to hear her quest. I'd hate to have to do the stairs again so soon," she says, disappearing into the last room at the end of the hall. "But there should be two big doors that lead out to it... AHA! OKAY!" she says, loud enough that a few more rats scamper away from them.      "Stay there just a minute, I have to break something," she says, leaving him alone in the hall for a moment. There is some small crashing, and then a triumpant laugh from her as victory seems to be achieved. And then, a glow from the room.      Beyond that last door, which seems like it's from a newer time than much of the building, are two more. And inside, a tower. Unlike the rest of the building, it's been painted, a story and a half of blue to black with little mirrors glued in place. They shimmer like stars, mostly because Stella has taken a bottle of water and placed it on her phone light, the glow coming from the bottle and diffused throughout the room.      It's actually not that dirty in here, the music video must not have been long ago, and the crashing sound might just have been the boarded up window. Because now it's open, and the city is visible in the distance. "I have found our snack spot," Stella declares. "It's no Denny's, but I think it's pretty cool."
Hal Jordan	"Hey, don't knock Denny's. If we stay out late enough we can go there for breakfast," Hal teases in return, walking along at her side, checking out the rooms on his side of the hall, that beam of light sweeping over litter and various other detritus that is strewn about. The occasional rusted bed frame, or bad soiled mattress. And for a brief moment a pair of brightly glowing eyes before the raccon that they belong to goes scampering back to wherever it has constructed it's little home. "A tall room, huh? Nothing on this side of the hall," he admits. Fortunately it seems that her own search goes a little better and when instructed to stay out, Hal does so with an arched brow. "Okay. Be careful," he urges. It is difficult to resist the impulse to send a tiny little construct with her just to make sure, but in the end the test pilot refrains, waiting even as the sound of crashing comes from the other side of the door. The laugh of triumph might help. Finally urged to join her, Hal glances around the unlikely chamber. It's not hard to see that it is in much better repair -- newer to be sure, and perhaps not as frequented as some of the rest of the building. Being up near the top surely helps as the old santarium gets to be in worse and worse repair, encouraging visitors to stick to the lower levels. And then of course there is the view from the now opened window. Or the way the light hits those mirrors, adding to the atmosphere. "Okay, this might be worth the trip," he admits with a smile.
Stella Roundtree	"I thought you might like it," Stella says, taking a seat on the floor, opening up her bag and pulling out a little tupperware container. "In the spirit of chocolate, I have some buckeyes!" she says. "Little chocolate dipped balls of peanut-butter fudge," she says happily.      "But the band that played in here came in with an artist and put this together before filming in it, isn't it neat?" she asks, looking around as the little circles of mirror glitter back at them. "I think this was supposed to be a sun room at one point for patients, but I bet not too many people get up here now," she says, offering him the tasty treat and a bottle of water from her bag.      "Maybe they tried to spruce it up a little bit before the place closed, or maybe the stone just doesn't break down as much as plaster," she says, glancing around. "But it's pretty."
Hal Jordan	Flashing a grin her way, Hal pads out to that expanse of floor in front of the window, beneath the twinkling, faux stars and settles in comfy-like at her side. "You thought right. Better be careful, you're not really phoning it in here. You're in danger of generating expectations," he cautions with a low laugh before accepting the offered water and picking out one of the chocolate treats to sample, nodding his approval. It might not be chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream but it is pretty darn good. "Mmmm, and you said that they got warned for trespassing huh? Looks like they should have given them some thanks for cleaning up the place a bit. The mirrors are a nice touch, even if probably not keeping with the heritage of the place," he admits, claiming another of those chocolate snacks. "I expect your right. Stone is definitely a lot more durable then plaster, so makes sense from that particular point of view. Either way, it's a pretty nice spot."
Stella Roundtree	"Sorry, I like to plan things," Stella says. "And it just seemed to neat to pass up! I hoped you'd like it. I love stars and space and all that. My name IS Stella, after all. My sister's Luna. So we had a theme. And living out in the country, you do get some really pretty skies to look at. I kinda miss it from time to time, but I also like having more than one Chinese restaurant in town, and public transportation."      She eats one of the treats herself, admiring the area. "Not too bad for a second date though, huh?"
Hal Jordan	"Nothing to apologize for," Hal says, waving aside that same apology casually, casually leaning back a little as he turns his gaze out over that now unboarded window and the pretty impressive view offered beyond. "I tend to be a little more impulsive so it's probably a good balance," he points out with a quiet chuckle. "As it so happens I have a passing fondness for the stars for myself, so I can definitely relate. I imagine most pilots do, mind. We do like our wide open vistas," he admits with a grin. "And I would say it is a pretty damn impressive second date. You're making it pretty hard for me when it's my turn to come up with something," he conceeds lightly.
Stella Roundtree	"Well... at least I had a good time, so if you ghost me, I got some good pictures and had an adventure," she says. "I understand that I am a very intimidatin' person for most. But I do look forward to what you come up with for date three-- assuming you're still on this side of the country," Stella admits. "I guess we both share a little impulsivity, I don't know how often you'll be back here. But a series of pleasant dates across time isn't a bad thing," she says.      She grabs another buckeye and pops it in her mouth, scooting closer to him so she can brush her hand very intentionally against is as they behold the skyline.
Hal Jordan	There are certainly worse things, though experience suggests that sooner or later he will be unavoidably be pulled away for a prolonged period of time. Possibly quite suddenly. It's not an ideal situation to be sure. But for now it is something he can simply choose not to fret too much over. "I might just have a pretty good reason to seek out opportunities that bring me to this side of the country now," he points out archly, winking at her and taking another of the chocolate treats before turning his gaze back to the starry sky. He does however shift his hand over, turning it over so that his fingers can entwine with her own as they take in the view. And possibly wait to be accosted by ghosts. Though that's probably more her thean him.
Stella Roundtree	She leans against him, oblivious to his other obligations. It seems everyone around her might be aware but her, so who knows what sort of conversations she might have upon getting home. "Well I'll be here for the next three to five years," she says. "That's the plan, anyway. I have a pretty nice setup here in the city, and there are lots more places to explore," she says.      She leans into him, free hand slipping under his chin, gently turning him towards her so that she can savor a kiss, and a particularly sweet one at that.
Hal Jordan	That is certainly something to consider. While Hal might not be known as Green Lantern to the general public, he has never really tried to hide his identity from the other members of the Justice League. Not like some of them who shall remain nameless. He might not have to worry about telling her just who he is. One of her friends might end up doing it for him! "It's pretty nice that you have a plan," he admits with a chuckle. "I've kind of always just gone with the flow. I joined the military to follow in my father's footsteps to some extent I suppose. Same with being a test pilot. I mean, I love it, but I don't think I can say I have a five year plan or anything," he admits wryly. Then, of course, he is rather pleasantly distracted, head turning as lips find her own, free hand reaching for her, settling on one side as the view and just about everything else is forgotten. At least for a time.
Stella Roundtree	"Well, the plan was 'don't go broke and go back to Columbus,'" she says, taking a small break between kisses. "So I'm doing pretty well on that front so far. I've been here multiple weeks," the brunette says. "So part of that plan is just to enjoy myself, get to know some people, keep it low pressure, that sort of thing..."      And then she's drawn back into those kisses, which are picking up heat. She has to stop herself, laughing under her breath. "But... by the time we get out of here, it might be time to go get Denny's. So... shall we look at the city a little longer, then try to escape with our lives?" she asks, tucked in against him like a cozy cat. "Or at least all of our organs."
Hal Jordan	It would definitely be easy to get pretty distracted andwhile stealing kisses in this particularly setting is a great deal of fun the evening is only so long and that's not really the reason she dragged him out here. Well, at least not the only reason surely. "Very disciplined of you. Which is probably not all that easy admittedly, given just how much there is to see and experience around these parts," he conceeds. For all that he is somewhat impulsive, he at least knows a thing or two about willpower, that much is certain. "And I think admiring the view is an excellent notion," Hal agrees, the corners of his mouth curving upwards ever so slightly as he makes a show of letting his gaze roam across her quite noticably before flickering his attention back to the night sky. There are quite a lot of views to appreciate. "I'm fairly confident about the later now. We escaped the tub room with all organs intact so I imagine we're good. Just have to avoid any hauntings on the way out now."
Stella Roundtree	There's definitely more making out in that temporarily decorated room. Who know how long it'll be intact. Swapping her phone for her flashlight, Stella uses the full water bottle to light them up as she takes a few pictures to remember their trip by, staying close.      But time ticks on, and after one more snuggle and the last of the buckeyes, it's time to depart. Stella packs all their trash back into her bag, leaving the place as they found it-- except for that opened window. The boards are long gone. She leads him back out, catching a cobweb and sputtering a little. There's their hundred percent. But she has a hard time not just sneaking more looks at him.      While the staircase seems precarious, there aren't any falls or rotten boards to drag them down to the basement. Creatures do scurry away, and the open front door rocks in the wind. But there shall be no more ghosts added to this residence on this evening.      Once over the fence, Stella brushes herself off, still picking cobweb out of her hair. "Well, that's two dates down, and I like you. So I hope you'll call me next time you're around. And then it's your turn to plan," she says. She's already looking forward to it.