Room 505, Tuesday after classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Her classes for the week taken care of in one swell foop, Francine could have flopped back to bed for a nap, but that sort of thing led to a certain amount of staring at the ceiling in the kind of brood that Arthur had tried to poke her out of last week, and she couldn't exactly say he was wrong about distractions.

So she was sorting laundry while watching an early-season Bitterwoman marathon, and occasionally glancing at the chair where yesterday's purchases from DDD's were laid out (there were tags to clip off, still), wondering if she should try them on again now that she was back in her own room with the right shoes available and a door that locked.

Not that she'd locked it, or even shut it, at the moment.

[OOC: Up eeearly for an expected SP, but open is as open does!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had been trying to read Nausea and giving herself a headache. It was the kind of book that she felt guilty about hating; she could tell it was a well-written book, but it was depressing and made her feel stupid for not getting it right away. So after throwing it at the wall she went looking for something else to do, or someone to talk to.

Ooo! Look! Francine and Bitterwoman! Like peanut butter and jelly!

She knocked on the doorframe and grinned at Francine. "Has Bitterwoman tied anyone up yet?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm on my third episode of the day," Francine answered. "I lost count!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sat down, shaking her head ruefully. "It's never as sexy in real life as it is on TV. At least, no one who's tied me up is anyone I'd want to trade quips, much less spit, with." And that definitely included Shiva. Ugh.

Helena might've disagreed on that one, but Helena had UST with everyone.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine gave her a hard over-the-sweatpants-currently-being-folded glance for that. "And how recently has somebody been tying you up, Ms. At Least I Left A Message For Which My Friends Are Grateful?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"...a week and a half ago?" Dinah winced, picking up a sock to idly fidget with it, then its mate to do the same with her other hand. "Remember you thought someone was watching you on the island? I think the same person caught up with me, a couple days later."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Uh!" 'ware flying sweatpants and hands-on-hips Francine. "And you were gonna mention that when? Are you okay?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"There was a crazy Fandom weekend in there!" Dinah protested, even though she knew it was weak. "And I went to Dru's home and helped her this weekend, and... yeah. Mostly." She grimaced. "Although the tying-up thing for Support Services is going to be weirdly cathartic when I get out of it."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine threw a wince in there too. "Yeah, it wouldn't have done much good if you'd told me this weekend." Thinking back to what she knew of Dinah in the other Fandom, it really wouldn't have been a good idea. "Actually I'd probably have run if you got anywhere near me."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't me that weekend. You wouldn't have recognized me, even if you were you." Only in Fandom. "... who were you?" Dinah asked, frowning.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Me from the other Fandom." She'd been doing so well at distracting herself, too. At least this time it came out more or less level? "She'd have thought you were a vampire, if you looked like you."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh, crap. Ugh. Momoko had the same thing happen." Dinah winced. "I'm really, really glad I wasn't Other Me. But I'm sorry you were her." Pronouns sucked in these conversations. "...and yeah." She was quiet a moment, then said, her own voice over-level, "I told you how glad I was you didn't go comatose last August, right?" She studied Francine. "How are you doing, with that?" she asked, tentative.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's over," Francine answered, and if it was better as Arthur's line than hers, too bad; she was still going to steal it and damn the copyright fee. "I'm fine. What happened to you? With the tying up, not the weekend."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Yeah, right, said the look Dinah shot her, but aloud she said, "Hokay. Um. Old enemy of my family-- more my sisters than me-- was stalking around the island, and grabbed me to, oh, lure Helena and Barbara here." She bit her lip. "Luckily, she grabbed me when Momoko was around, and when she woke up, she went for help."

Dinah? You're leaving stuff out.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo, for her part, was sprawled on the bed reading Elegant Waste for the fifty million-cubed-th time. Putting away laundry, pssht.

"Wake me up when we get to the mortal peril part of the episode, will ya? Or a gratuitous bathing scene."

[thatsamilkshake]

"How are the bathing scenes gratuitous? They get dirty all the time!" See Francine. See Francine finally realize she should drop a tee-shirt over the chair containing the stuff that was KIND OF A SURPRISE. La la la.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Francie," snorted Katchoo, who had been too engrossed in the book for, yes, the fifty million-cube-th time to notice the stuff on the chair because god knew all her clutter tended to blend together after a while so why should this stand out any more anyway. "People get dirty all the time on half the TV shows out there. Doesn't mean you gotta show 'em washing it off."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It adds realism!"

To Bitterwoman.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"They fight giant rubber monsters, Francie." Katchoo rolled over onto her back and put the book on her stomach. "How realistic does it get? It's like listening to Gabrielle talk."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Chewie, we fight giant rubber monsters all the time. Well, not rubber."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"See, that's the difference," Katchoo intoned sagely. "Whether or not you're dealing with something that wears latex."

[thatsamilkshake]

Which just reminded Francine of that straps-and-buckles monstrosity from Dite's, and flail.

"And, um. What exactly are your thoughts on wearing latex?" Because then there was that other thing. The shiny one.

Which wasn't latex, Francine, it was PVC. Shh.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You mean," Katchoo asked after two and a third blinks (she started talking partway through the third blink), "what are my thoughts on me wearing it?"

Your look inside Chewie's brain basically looks like this: jfk;slkajfsdflaks;f gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

[thatsamilkshake]

"...What?" Oh sure, distract her with mental images! "No, me!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And the look inside Chewie's brain basically still looks like this: jfk;slkajfsdflaks;f gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Just in reverse, and accompanied by a dazed grin.

But no drool.

"I." Guh. "Why?"

Sentences. Who needed 'em?

[thatsamilkshake]

"If you don't know why, I don't think I should buy the outfit."

Mean. Yes. But since that was an outfit she didn't buy, Francine could afford to tease about it.