Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis, Monday Noonish

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Since Francine had lucked out with no afternoon classes on Mondays, it was the perfect day to grab lunch to go at the dining hall, then take it back to the dorm to sprawl on the bed, dunk fries in ranch dressing, flip through the latest issue of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker: Season 8, and catch up on the world outside of eastern Missouri.

Via her phone, not a comic book about creating new universes by having airborne sex with ... seriously? Wow, this series had not only jumped the shark, it had done a belly-flop onto the shark's back and was now waterskiing behind it while performing opera in Chinese.

[Open for calls, texts, etc., and as always, Le Girl]

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Katchoo took a quarter of a second to think about it.

That was serious deliberation.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE, YES. THIS IS SOME INSANE PARALLEL WORLD."

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FRY. A FRY. DIPPING A FRY. COVERING A FRY WITH DELICIOUS CREAMY RANCH DRESSING. ...SORRY, FRY. *TOWELS YOU OFF*

"If real Wendy knew about it, she'd be like we are when we turn into other people in Fandom. I did WHAT? With WHO?"

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"That's it, Francie, you're a genius!" Katchoo snapped her fingers, then reached over to snag a dry fry. "We'll just blame the whole goddamn thing on a gremlin bite."

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"What, Josh Wheaton got bitten by one? No gremlins in this universe. If he did, it must've snuck back here with us."

Francine, no. Think what you're saying through.

"Oh my God, Chewie, we ruined Wendy the Werewolf Stalker!"

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"Oh, God." The sad part was that Katchoo wasn't even feigning that horrified look; enough Fandom wackiness had subdued her ability to rule that out offhand. "Wait, wait, no. It could've snuck back through someone else's portal."

Because it had to be gremlin-related. It had to. But she didn't want that on her shoulders, okay?

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"Honey, nobody else but us lives in this dimension. I think?"

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Katchoo swiped another fry and tried, in the process, to dab ranch dressing on Francine's nose.

"So what you're saying is that it's possible this comic doesn't suck in someone else's dimension?"

That was probably unreasonably optimistic on her part. Bad Chewie.

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"Um." Francine had to think hard about that. Multidimensional physics? Not her specialty.

It's a shock, we know.

"If so, can we go there?"

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Katchoo snorted and rolled over to lean into her.

"Only if our tuition transfers over."

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That was totally nuzzling at Katchoo's shoulder and not Francine wiping ranch dressing off her nose.

Or not.

"There is that. Plus I wouldn't want to get there and be enjoying a Wendy that makes sense, then find out we ended up in the World Without Ice Cream or something." Francine shuddered at the thought.

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This was totally Katchoo not caring if there was ranch dressing on her shirt. It'd blend right in with the paint, except it'd smell better.

"Eugh, no." Katchoo idly reached up to play with Francine's hair. "If that's the choice, I'll just pretend this series never existed."

[[I say as I sit here reading spoilers for the next issue. SIGH.]]

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"Sort of like Scotsman With A French Accent And His Sword 2?" Francine leaned into the touch on her hair. "Speaking of movies, Dinah asked if we'd seen Snarled yet. Wanna do that this weekend?"

[MASOCHIST.]

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"A Disney princess movie?" Katchoo asked, (justifiably, she thought) dubious. "You really wanna take that risk, going with me?"

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She did have kind of a point. Sort of.

"If you promise not to yell at the screen or throw popcorn, I'll make out with you in the back row?"

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"Geez, you're a cruel negotiator, Francie," Katchoo complained (not really). "'course you know that means we'll have to sit through it twice just to make sure we don't miss anything . . ."

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"Okay, but that means you have to buy me extra Milk Duds." A very, very cruel negotiator.

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"Francine!" It was hard to feign collapsing in shock when already sprawled onto a bed, but hell if Katchoo wasn't trying anyway. "You clever fiend! I've walked right into your dastardly trap!"

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"I knew Marshall's How Not To Fail In Relationships class would come in handy someday!"

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Katchoo snorted and poked at her with a fry. "And they say high school doesn't equip you for the real world."

She had no idea who, if anyone, said that.

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"Well... some real world. I'm not sure Superhero Fashion will help much with this one."

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"Not," Katchoo replied, smirking, "unless we wanna give Margie McCoy something new to flip out about."

THAT WAS NOT A SUGGESTION, FRANCINE.