Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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Still wondering how the frikking hell the office managed to bungle her into Spy Games and Etiquette, Katchoo stalked down to work after first period with a very glitter-covered Clocky on her heels and an expression of pure crankiness that put yesterday's cranky look to shame, because yes, Katchoo was fairly liberally sprinkled with glitter herself.

She hated everything extra today. She really did.

[OOC: The OCD's all lost in the supermarket. Once again (*sigh*), likely to be slow to ridiculously slow until late afternoon/early evening.]

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Ino was glittery and reveling in it because it was fun (and she was ignoring the total pain it would be to clean it out of her hair) and bounced in to torment Katina.

What? It was fun!

"Good morning, Katchoo!" It was trilled. Ino was very pleased with herself. It was all Francine's fault she knew the nickname anyway.

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Oh, did she ever get an eloquently raised eyebrow for that.

"Morning, yeah. Good's debatable," Katchoo answered as she completely failed to brush glitter off her nose.

Rrrrr.

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Ino grinned impudently.

"You're looking at it the wrong way--'cause it is a good day, when everyone's going to be glittered and insane and look! Art supplies are free! It can be body art!"

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"Body art that people don't have to bug me for." Katchoo was still giving Ino a little bit of the stink-eye, yes. "That could be a plus."

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"Unless you wanted to make friends," Ino pretended to think about that. "But Katchoo, you don't seem like the type, really."

Not that this was stopping Ino.

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"Hey! When did I ever tell you that you could call me that?" she demanded, a tic forming over the eyebrow that wasn't raised.

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"You didn't," she said easily, wandering to go look at a bunch of paintbrushes. "Francine told me the name."

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Katchoo turned and banged her forehead lightly into the window frame once. "I love that girl, but I'm going to kill her, I swear."

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That just got a laugh.

"If you don't like people using it," Ino commented, "then don't let them know it bothers you when they do. Katina's prettier."

Katchoo sounded like a sneeze.

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It did. Which was why her father had given her the nickname.

"I'm not a fan of it either," Katchoo answered neutrally.

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It had been way, way, way too long since Dinah had seen Katina to talk to her in person. Hearing her every Thursday was way not the same thing. So on her morning break, she headed over to Strokes of Genius.

"Hi, Katina!" Yes, she was drinking coffee. Vibrating. Smiling. "Made any brand new shiny friends of the new kids yet?"

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Oh, god, another one.

"Hyper Bouncy Girl," Katchoo said between her teeth, managing to make it sound like an epithet. "No. Why the hell would I?"

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"You never know," Dinah said, wandering around the aisles and coming back to the counter, glitter trailing behind her in a wake of sparkle. "Maybe one of them is your long-lost twin from an alternate reality. Or maybe they're Francine from two years in the future." She grinned. "No?"

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Clocky tweeted excitedly and followed Dinah around the store, leaving its own trail of glitter behind.

"I do not," Katchoo bit out distinctly, "have a frikkin' long-lost twin."

God. The universe might not be able to handle that.

"Nor, for that matter, do I give a crap about all this happy huggy meet and greet BS."

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"So you've managed to avoid all of them? But they know you from the Radio?" Dinah asked, stopping to look at some brushes consideringly. Then moving over to Magic Markers. "A whole new group of people who don't know your first name but recognize you the second you open your mouth!"

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"Do you really have a death wish or something?" Katchoo asked, directing her glare steeply upward at Dinah.

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"Have you been talking to Arthur, or just listening to him on the Radio?"

That might have answered the question.

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"The school's still standing, innit?" Katchoo replied with a tight smile.

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"Truuuue." Dinah picked up a sketchpad and gave it a thoughtful look. "You do kind of have a long-lost twin though. If we caffienated you and gave you a henna rinse and put you in Greek clothing, you'd have one of the new girls. You guys should meet!"

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After class Worf took a nice stroll through the park and then had a nice bowl of ice cream before deciding to swing by the art shop for more supplies.

This would be completely insane for Worf if he had been "tweaked" by Diana right at the end of class.

"Good afternoon!" Worf said cheerfully brushing off some glitter from his arm. "How are you this fine day?"

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There was really only one possible reaction to this.

". . . what the &*$#@# hell."

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"Is there a problem?" Worf asked looking concerned.

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"You're happy," Katchoo said much like you might say a giant fanged slug just materialized out of nowhere and is chewing on your head. "That's like me being happy. I don't think it's supposed to happen."

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"Have you been outside?" Worf queried. "It's actually kind of nice."

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"That," said Katchoo who was still busy boggling, "was kind of necessary to get from the stupid cabins to here, unfortunately. Oh geez, does the glitter make people happy?"

Cue Katchoo frantically trying to brush off the rest of it.