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fandomtownies2009-01-07 07:46 am
thismaskiwear.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-01-07 07:46 am
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Strokes of Genius, Wednesday
"God, I'm frikkin' awake already, geez! Go home!"
Why, yes, that was a small green alarm clock on wheels that had followed Katchoo to work today -- although sometimes it hadn't followed her so much as it had zipped out in front of her with a mocking buzz, or occasionally been right on her heels beeping a staccato marching rhythm. It had even managed to climb the steps somehow, which just made her brain hurt, and now it was making dutiful patrols of the store's aisles. Not for Katchoo's lack of trying to stop it; she'd already tried to smash it every day since she'd gotten the damn thing, and was now reduced to occasionally yelling at it.
"Thanks for the present, Francine," she muttered as Clocky passed by on another circuit, emitting an electronic raspberry at her. "I swear, if that girl had a brain she'd be dangerous."
The noise she heard from somewhere down by the drafting supplies was the evilest evil cackle she'd ever heard an alarm clock make, ever.
Katchoo just groaned and covered her head with her arms.
[OOC: . . . yes, Katchoo's Christmas present has, thanks to the wacky of Fandom and very much against her will, turned into a pet of sorts. I kept meaning to get an establishy post up earlier but woo weird week so far. Think of Clocky as a single-purpose and extremely bratty little droid. Actually it'll probably like you, provided your name isn't Katina Choovanski. All![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatsamilkshake's brilliant idea! Fie on thee, OCD! I spurn thee!]
Why, yes, that was a small green alarm clock on wheels that had followed Katchoo to work today -- although sometimes it hadn't followed her so much as it had zipped out in front of her with a mocking buzz, or occasionally been right on her heels beeping a staccato marching rhythm. It had even managed to climb the steps somehow, which just made her brain hurt, and now it was making dutiful patrols of the store's aisles. Not for Katchoo's lack of trying to stop it; she'd already tried to smash it every day since she'd gotten the damn thing, and was now reduced to occasionally yelling at it.
"Thanks for the present, Francine," she muttered as Clocky passed by on another circuit, emitting an electronic raspberry at her. "I swear, if that girl had a brain she'd be dangerous."
The noise she heard from somewhere down by the drafting supplies was the evilest evil cackle she'd ever heard an alarm clock make, ever.
Katchoo just groaned and covered her head with her arms.
[OOC: . . . yes, Katchoo's Christmas present has, thanks to the wacky of Fandom and very much against her will, turned into a pet of sorts. I kept meaning to get an establishy post up earlier but woo weird week so far. Think of Clocky as a single-purpose and extremely bratty little droid. Actually it'll probably like you, provided your name isn't Katina Choovanski. All
thatsamilkshake's brilliant idea! Fie on thee, OCD! I spurn thee!]