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The Woods: Sunday Night

What the hell was it with holiday festivals? Francine wasn't pondering that too hard as she ran sobbing away from this one. What brain she had left that wasn't on meltdown was mostly concerned with why and what and there must be something wrong with me.

[OOC: Oh Emo. For the Ears ~~of Rage~~.]

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Oh, they would be full of rage in due time.

But, having heard the call of the wild Arthur and found it coming from one Francine, he couldn't help but follow after her once she fled.

"Francine?"

She didn't answer him for a moment, too caught up in just wanting to get away, with maybe some small glimmer of oh God, how pathetic AM I? in there for the idea of turning around and falling apart on him about this.

Yeah, that resolve lasted about thirty-five seconds, before she stopped and turned to look at him, face already a mess. "I-- Oh, Merlin." Warning. Warning. Complete meltdown imminent.

"Francine?" Oh, sure. Make him even more of a girl in the face of tears. Merlin rushed forward to hug her because that is clearly what one did with an ex.

Clearly.

Perhaps 'ex' needed to be redefined to properly describe them. Either that, or someone needed to introduce them to the concept of 'Gay BFF.'

Sadly, if he was hoping for anything coherent once she stepped into his arms and started sobbing in earnest, he was going to have a bit of a wait. He might at least manage to make out "...Katchoo..." in there, though, along with a "...don't know what I did wrong..."

Merlin did seem to attract a lot of lesbians...

"What happened?" He asked again, manfully ignoring his soon to be soaked shoulder.

"K--Katchoo. And Raven. They were--" They were mumblesmushsniffsob, apparently. "She said... she said she wanted to paint her and then I got stew and then ... against a TREE!"

"What?!" Arthur was getting so much money these days.

"They were kissing! And... and HANDS. TREE! And she said... she said do we have to do this now like I was just..." Her roommate. Coming to bring her some soup. "Nothing. Like I was nothing, and I don't know what I did."

Oh, there were the angry ears.

Raven and Katchoo might end up being horribly maimed by the end of this. "You're not nothing," He assured her, jaw clenched tight. "You're everything to her. You should be everything to her."

"I thought..." I thought I was. Maybe she didn't understand. Maybe... that was how relationships worked with girls who.... girls like Katchoo, except there weren't any girls like Katchoo. Like Francine had any clue. Like she even knew what to call this thing that... she'd thought existed even if they hadn't done anything with it yet besides snuggle their way through mutual insomnia. "I don't know." Yeah, jacket pretty much done for. "I thought we...were something, and then she's got her mouth all over some girl she barely even knows!"

"Then she's taken a complete leave of her senses, because you're worth more than any woman here."

That got another sort of sob out of her, the tight-throated confused kind that said 'yeah, they really need a word besides ex for this.' She pulled back enough to spread some of the wet to her own sleeve for a moment.

"No, I'm not, but I kind of thought I was to Katchoo. Do you..." The part of Katchoo that was still sane would probably be happy that Francine still hadn't had the crazy optimism beaten out of her yet. "Do you think there's something wrong with her?"

If not, he'd make certain something was.

"That's the only explanation for this," He said firmly.

"There was the thing that happened at Beltane..." Of course, whatever that was had stayed between the four of them, and there was some... cockeyed, crackpot sense to it if you stood on your head.

"You think it was something like that?" He didn't do anything! Honest!

Francine hadn't exactly stopped crying; she'd just started trying to ignore it. "Some kind of love spell?" Or maybe not so much love as what happened that other week. "Do you know anything about those?" How to sense them, how to break them, how to punch whoever did it in the nose...

"I--not as such. I could look in my book!"

If it was that, then they needed to do something soon, before things got... thingy. If it wasn't...then they'd be screwing around with magic on Katchoo, and that made Francine twitch just to think about it, even though it would mean something she should stop thinking about now if she wanted not to ruin both of their clothes.

"Maybe," she said at last. "I'd feel better if we asked somebody who already knows about this kind of thing before we go trying stuff on our own."

"I don't know anyone in the reserve who has practice with---these things," Merlin admitted, reaching up to brush some of her hair back. "Maybe one of the teachers?"

Professor Lupin maybe. But that would mean waiting until tomorrow, at least. "I don't--- wait." She thought back to the causeway and a frustrated shop-owner clapping her hands and making tiny gold hearts float down over them all. A frustrated love shop owner.

"Maybe I do after all. Come with me?" She dabbed at her face again and pulled away, pointing down the path towards town.

"Of course." Like he'd leave her like this, um, ever.

"This way. ...I think."

Gods of all stripes help them if it wasn't and they ended up wandering in the preserve all night.

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