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From:

nastygram

Not unless that's a euphemism.

[Darlene slouches past Kitty, a passing smell of cigarettes and some kind of nice perfume, more earthy than flowery. Her eye is (not surprising!) critical, as she surveys her new surroundings.

She shrugs off her backpack and drops it on the floor, with a muffled clunk.]

Cute place.

From:

rathercommon

It's not a euphemism. It's just tea.

[ Darlene's not wrong: the place is pretty cute. Kitty, who is by old habit very minimalist, keeps the place very tidy and well in order; Billy makes it pretty fucking adorable with the use of his magic. Case in point: off in the corner in the living room, there's an entire city in miniature, and crawling through it are a whole raft of hermit crabs. A working model hermit-crab metropolis, complete with beach (with waves and all) and working automatic hermit-crab-sized doors. Some of those hermit crabs are walking around, too, with absolutely mind-blowing shells - one patterned with a sparkling, moving replica of the galaxy. One shell is actually playing the film Heathers on a tiny, silent loop.

Magic is fucking weird. ]

Cakes? Biscuits? Anything?

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From:

nastygram

Hell, yeah. Bust out the Little Debbie treats, babe, because we are settling in for the afternoon.

[The city of hermit crabs has definitely caught her attention, but Darlene plays it cool. She spares it just a few extra seconds of study before kicking at her backpack to make the zipper more accessible. Angles herself a little nearer to the tank as she crouches down and starts rummaging around without revealing the contents too immediately. Secrets are important.]

And bust out the weed too, okay, I think I was pretty clear in what I'm here for, and it is not your hospitality.

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty sighs and goes - a little strangely, perhaps - into the bathroom. She emerges a moment later with an opaque plastic bag, from which she pulls the cellophane-wrapped weed. It's a bit extreme, perhaps, for a hiding place for marijuana - storing it in your toilet tank - but that's what she always did with her identity documents (and continues to do with her fakes), so why not? Fortunately, she left the outermost plastic bag inside the bathroom, so this one is dry and not remotely contaminated with toilet water.

She sets it on the table beside Darlene, then goes into the kitchen to pull down the fruits of her latest stress-baking session. In this case, it's brownies (salted caramel) and little shortbread cookies with lemon curd. ]

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From:

nastygram

[Mmm, toilet weed.

Darlene collects her shit and goes over to take up space on the couch, sinks down with queenly grace with one foot tucked under her. Shoes still on.]

Bring scissors! [--she yells at Kitty, as she picks up the package and starts picking apart the cellophane.

This new vantage point has her closer to the tank, and Kitty is safely knocking around in the kitchen, so Darlene is free to observe magical crab land, which actually looks pretty bitchin'. She narrows her eyes at the little screen, then sucks in a breath.]

Holy shit, is this Heathers? Are you freaking kidding me?

From:

rathercommon

What?

[ Kitty sticks her head out of the kitchen, and looks at Darlene's hands, assuming heathers is some name for the weed - but, no, she's looking into the hermit crab city. So it takes a moment for Kitty to process it, and put together what she's asking about, before - ]

Oh. The one with the shell that plays films? Yeah, I think so. Billy does those. My housemate. I can usually tell what sort of mood he's in by how nihilistic the film looks. [ A beat - ] He's been in a wretched mood lately.

Anyway, if you reach in and pet it, it'll start playing the dialogue, as well.

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From:

nastygram

Um, I basically have it memorized, I don't need the dialogue.

[What is your damage, Heather? Pleased at this development, Darlene smirks to herself as she peels off the first layer of cellophane. Good movies playing in the background--even in silent, even in miniature--is like comforting, somehow. Like having a friend hanging around.]

So your housemate's the cool one, huh. Figures.

From:

rathercommon

[ I'm cool, Kitty thinks to herself, frowning as she pulls down a few glasses and fills them with water. Honestly. She learned magic through trickery and subterfuge, traveled to another dimension, saved the bloody world - what more has she got to do to be cool? Knowing some bloody movie, apparently. Honestly, the priorities of people in this world are just completely fucked.

Sigh. ]

You ought to get to know him. [ Since protesting her coolness will get her exactly nowhere, she knows. ] He likes the sorts of things you like. Though he's a bloody lot sweeter than you.

[ She finally comes out and sits down. She kicks off her shoes, then curls up in the armchair like a cat, legs twisted up behind her. ]

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From:

nastygram

Aww. Is that how he puts up with your ass?

[Darlene turns that smirk on Kitty for a sec, then gets to work cutting up the unwrapped weed.]

So where's he? Work?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty purses her lips. ]

You're bloody chipper today, aren't you.

[ Then: ]

Yeah. He runs a magic shop.

Edited Date: 2016-11-04 09:54 pm (UTC)

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From:

nastygram

Um, because I'm already having an awesome time, that's why.

[She scrapes the cut up pieces into a neat pile on the plastic draped over her thigh, using her fingernail to keep good order.]

Seriously, a magic shop? Is that what that Heathers-for-crabs shit is? Magic?

From:

rathercommon

Of course it is.

[ She snuggles down further in her chair, twisting herself up even further to really get comfortable. Kitty is rather alarmingly bendy. ]

There's no bloody science that can turn a hermit crab shell into a movie projector, is there. Billy is a very powerful spellcaster. One of the most powerful in his own world, and one of the most powerful here, too.

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From:

nastygram

And yet he's still stuck here like the rest of us. So I guess I'm only minimally impressed.

[Her pipe clinks quietly against her rings when she shakes it out of the bag. Expertly, Darlene flips it around and starts packing the bowl with little pinches and pushes of her fingers.]

Conversationally:]

So-o, who's your dealer?

From:

rathercommon

[ A small shrug, and an attempt to sound casual: ]

I'll give him your number, if you end up liking it.

[ Because you can never be certain who's a narc. ]

I like your rings, by the way.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene pauses in her work to shoot Kitty a look.]

Seriously?

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty frowns a little bit, a little thrown by that response. ]

Yeah. They're cool. You've got a cool style.

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From:

nastygram

Yeah, thanks-- [sharp and impatient] --but I mean seriously, you're getting cagey with me on a dealer's name? Do I look like a snitch to you? With my cool style?

From:

rathercommon

Oh.

[ A little shrug. ]

Well. I don't even know your real bloody name, do I.

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From:

nastygram

[She snorts, and goes back to work.]

Okay, weird thing to say. But also, I don't believe for a second that Kitty is your actual name.

From:

rathercommon

I mean that you don't trust me, and you're not honest about things, so why on earth would I trust you.

[ An irritated shake of her head. ]

Anyway, yes it is my real name. [ Well - ] A nickname. Short for Kathleen.

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From:

nastygram

Uh-huh. And do you usually smoke it up with people you don't trust, Kathleen?

[She holds out the pipe, with something that's nearly a smile.]

From:

rathercommon

[ Kitty unbunches herself from the armchair to reach out and take the pipe from Darleen, a faint apprehension on her face. She doesn't do anything with it yet, saying - ]

I don't smoke it up with anyone, actually. I've never done this before.

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From:

nastygram

[Darlene raises her eyebrows.]

Wow, I'm so surprised.

[--not exactly unkindly.]

Wait, but please tell me you did not just go door to door until you found a dealer for this shit.

From:

rathercommon

Please.

[ She's actually rather offended. ]

I'm not an idiot. I've never bought drugs before, that doesn't mean I've never bought anything before.

[ Anything illegal, she means. Natch. ]

I have someone I already knew.

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From:

nastygram

Aww. Good for you. It's nice having friends, or whatever. Now--

[She throws her lighter to Kitty, a soft underhanded toss.]

Light up and pop that pot cherry already. I need some kind of buffer. Thumb over the hole, deep inhale. Try not to cough all over the end 'cause I do not want to catch your threeway mono from all the swinging action you get.