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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[thatsamilkshake]

This was sounding worse by the minute. "You were tied up and hanging for an hour?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Shiva is very very focused," Dinah said, kind of trying to duck the question. "...and, uh." Yeah, it got worse that that. Dinah's face probably said what Dinah was really, really not wanting to say as she rubbed at her throat.

[thatsamilkshake]

"And uh? What uh?" Perhaps in some other universe, there was a Francine Peters who picked up the meaning of subtle gestures...

This one, however, was perfectly good at getting 'bad' and 'there's something you're not saying' from that face.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"She had a loop around my neck to choke me if I didn't hold myself up with telekinesis," Dinah said, resigned to telling the truth, 'cause otherwise, anyone who was there might mention it, and hey. She didn't think she'd freak out or flashback or anything during the Support Services meeting, but you never knew. "Roy shot the rope, Tony and Priestly caught me." See? All better!

[thatsamilkshake]

You'll pardon Francine while she literally facepalmed. "That's kind of worth mention, crazy weekend or no!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sighed, and flopped backward to stare at the ceiling. "I know, I know... I went home to see my family the day afterward, and then things went crazy over the weekend." She gave Francine a look sideways, hair half over her face. "Maybe I just didn't wanna deal, you know? I ended up with a new superpower I'm still too freaked out to use after all that."

[thatsamilkshake]

That shut Francine up for a second, because not wanting to deal, whoo, boy, did she get that. "Nrrf. I guess I can see why, yeah." Wait. "You got a new superpower? What, did you get bitten by radioactive rope burn?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Heh. That would make more sense." Dinah swallowed, rubbing her face. "Shiva was going to shoot Roy. I started screaming to warn him. Annnnd I couldn't stop." She rubbed at the hollow of her throat, remembering what it felt like. "It pushed Shiva through a window, the screaming. And kind of wrecked the warehouse we were in." She peeked over at Francine. "I should've tried to practice with it by now. I haven't."

[thatsamilkshake]

Huh. "How come? That sounds pretty useful."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Kinda worried I won't be able to turn it off. Although I guess I could take someone with me, and they could put their hand over my mouth or knock me out to make me stop," Dinah said, fidgeting, and finally sitting up again. "Useful... For taking on huge gangs of guys." She was quiet a minute, then said, "My mom used to do that."

[thatsamilkshake]

"She had the same power?" Gangs of guys was pretty impressive. "What if you practiced it someplace where you couldn't hurt anything? I mean, your mom must have figured out how to shut it off somehow, so I bet you can too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah bit her lips, then said slowly, "Which probably means the beach, or the Rocky Bits. I don't want to hurt innocent wildlife out in the Preserve." She grimaced. "Yeah. I think that's where mom's codename was from, her ability. She was a really highly-ranked martial artist too.... Better to get this under control before I'm back in New Gotham, though."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine nodded. "Funny as it might be to yell 'Hi, guys, I'm home!' and have the clock tower fall down..."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Aaaagh." Dinah hid under a convenient pillow for a second, then surfaced with a "Yeeeeah. Anyway. That's my last week or so. Plus a trip home with Dru Anderson and Kennedy, to help her out." She grimaced. "Not fun, but we're all in one piece... what have you been up to, laundry girl?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Well, if distraction was the watchword of the week...

Francine glanced around as if by chance she might have somehow missed Katchoo being in the room somewhere, before pulling a sweater off the Chair of Purchases With Tags As Yet Unclipped. "I, um. May have gone shopping at Dite's yesterday?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ooooo!" With a nearly audible boing! Dinah hitched herself over to the Chair of Purchases of Interesting Provenance, and boggled. "Ooooooooo! Oh my god. Francine." Dinah gave her gleeful look. "You're going wicked."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Look, there's wristbands too!" As long as she didn't bounce while wearing the outfit, Francine should be fine. "It's like Bitterwoman only without the four inch heels."

At five ten, Francine could skip the four inch heels.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Given previous Adventures in Sexiness, With Added Slapstick, Dinah thought that was probably a good idea. "It's awesome. You'll look like a sexy super-villainess in this. Only the fun kind, not the bad kind." She grinned at Francine, and reached out to gently touch one panel of the skirt. "Sooooft. Ooo. Katchoo will love this." She paused. "I mean, I'd think she would, you know? Especially since it's you in it."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Or she'll think I'm a crazy person," Francine offered as an alternative. "But she kind of already does, so I'm willing to take the risk."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Or she could think you're both! That could be fun." Dinah gave her a slightly naughty look. "You don't have to tell details, but if it goes well, I wanna hear about that."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine glanced at her shoes for a moment, failing to fight down the blush, but she did manage to grin when she looked up. "If I end up needing somebody to help lace me into it, I'll call you."