Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

By some minor miracle, Katchoo had managed to not spend all her money on cigarettes and art supplies, and even saved up enough to buy herself a cheap MP3 player -- not that she had a computer, but she also had no compunctions about using the computer lab for such purposes.

Earphones plugged in, she settled in behind the counter with some of her newly acquired music cranking; she had to grin (yes, she did that sometimes, thank you) at a song called "Georgia O" that she'd stumbled across while websurfing last week -- that random find was not only responsible for the prompt she'd left for the art club members on Monday, but the purchase of the MP3 player itself; there was no way she could have passed up trying to get her hands on that song.

Driving into Santa Fe, dreaming of the day I'll make it mine
That day is coming

Ani DiFranco on the tape player -- thinking of the things I'd say to her if I could
But I just keep humming . . .


It wasn't her usual fare, but she was getting pretty into it -- except that the song kept cutting out on the last verse, or she'd yank her headphones loose, or she'd accidentally hit the Skip button on the stupid device she hadn't gotten the hang of yet.

And yet, for just about every other track she'd uploaded onto the thing so far, she wasn't having any trouble.

Of course Katchoo was in a bad mood today. But at least she had a new and slightly different reason to be?

[OOC: The OCD, it's still on the road heading for another joint. Open! Also, I feel compelled to mention that the lyrics in that link are, er, possibly NWS for obvious metaphor.]

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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Really Worf had no idea what brought him to this store. Because artistic? Yeah. Really not him.

However he was looking over the inventory of the store with significant interest.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo stopped poking at her MP3 player for a minute, not when the guy walked into the store, but after she realized he was eyeing the inventory.

She raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything just yet.

Look, she had half-siblings that size. She knew what they could do.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf raised an eyebrow back and nodded in greeting.

"Interesting store," he said.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Innit though?" Katchoo asked with no particular enthusiasm. "You looking for something?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf paused for a moment and shifted his posture as though uncomfortable with the question.

"Yes."

He looked around the store for a moment before nodding.

"Paint."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo pointed down one aisle, master of customer service that she was.

"Geez, it's not like buying paint is a crime or something." Oh right, he probably wasn't from around here. "Is it?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Not that I'm aware of," Worf said dryly before wailing to the aisle, glancing at the paint and just grabbing a handful of paint tubes at random and returning to the counter and tossing them on the counter.

"I am Worf."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Seriously?" Katchoo asked.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like I am joking?" Worf asked gravely.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"No," Katchoo answered, expression still impassive, "but for all I know you could be a hell of a poker player."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I do not see how my name is cause for amusement," he replied. "There are many on this island who have something sillier."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

She'd spent the other weekend being Razormouth, so she couldn't argue that point, and shrugged. "Did I look like I was laughing? Never know when people might be screwing with me around here."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"I do not screw around," Worf stated seriously. "And no. You did not laugh."

[thatsamilkshake]

Of course Francine was in a mood so good that even last night's radio couldn't make her cranky. And of course she was going to inflict it on Katchoo. What are BFFs for?

...At least she's inflicting bagels too?

"Hiiiii!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo hadn't listened to the radio much lately. She'd have smashed her radio but good two Wednesdays ago, except that Clocky'd tripped her up on her way, so . . . yeah, leaving that alone for now.

Regardless of the cause, though, a happy Francine always made Katchoo smile, and she yanked her earphones out.

"Well, hello there, tall, dark, and bubbly!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"That sounds like I'm a chocolate malt," Francine said, pushing the bag of bagels across the counter towards her.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You got something against chocolate malts?" asked Katchoo. "Because I sure -- oooh, bagels. You love me!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Of course I love you!" Francine grinned widely. "I love eeeeeverything!" That... was accompanied by spinning around like she was about to start singing The hiiiiiiills are alive with hot nun action, yes. "Including chocolate malts. I'd just rather drink one than be one."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Ooooookay, Francie," Katchoo said, after watching to make sure she wouldn't knock down a display of stacked colored pencil sets. "Who put the happy dust in your cereal this morning?"

See, as far as she was still aware, that whole brownies thing had just been a squirrel rumor to see if they could drive her nuts (pun intended, thank you) in the radio booth that one night.

[thatsamilkshake]

"What cereal?" Francine poked the bag. "Bagels!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yep, they are." Katchoo reached for the bag, still giving Francine that weird, if somewhat indulgent look. "Some days I think I'd starve if it wasn't for you."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine sighed. "You need to take Mr. Eriksen... uh, Marshall's class. Food Appreciation! Then you'd never forget to eat."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I don't forget to eat," Katchoo objected. "I just get busy and I . . . oh."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine sighed and tugged the pineapple cream cheese out of the bag. "Dork."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Hey, that's my line," Katchoo said, digging out a roll of paper towels from beneath the counter. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, besides my continued survival?"