Maizie & OPEN.
It was still kind of amazing to Maizie that she'd even been allowed to come to the party Nate threw for Nadia. It was outside and there were Hellhounds, both of which she thought for sure would've ruled out the possibility of her getting to go. But then, the LBJ was kind of on good terms with the raiders anymore, and the stadium wasn't really like being exposed in the middle of Austin or anything. There were walls, after all. Well, whatever. She was stoked to be there.
And the best part of all? It meant seeing a ton of people she usually only talked to in the freenet -- like Nate himself, or Teagan, and she was pretty sure one of those guys that had come over from the Dog Park was the one who did the fireworks. Maizie might've tagged along with the LBJ group, but she'd been saying hello to all the folks at the party, regardless of where they'd come from. (Or whether they wanted to be bugged by her.) She wanted to meet everyone, because who knew when she'd get another opportunity?
At the moment, though, she was paused to peer upward at the papier-mâché sculpture ... thingy. Look, Maizie didn't know art, but it was clearly supposed to be something recognizable, and so she studied the paper-and-paste statue, wracking her brain to try and figure out what it reminded her of. "Oh, duh," she said suddenly. "It's that enormous Jesus."