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Caritas [Saturday evening]

Robin was not wearing her Robin Sparkles regalia longer than she needed to. Which was for the obligatory performance.

So, for right now, the wig and graffiti denim jacket were tucked away, and Robin herself, brunette and irritable-looking as ever, was behind the bar and eyeing a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

[~~hooooly crap, wait for this OCD. it's intense.~~ OKAY IT'S ALL UP. For the sake of not collapsing the post from sheer OCD, there's no audience reactions threads -- just react right off the performances, please! Have fun! \m/]

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Griffin waved her off on that count with one hand (apology accepted, don't worry about it) while his mouth fell open. "It's really you!" he called, excited, "Holy crap! I don't believe it!"

The blonde hair, the scratchy voice. He should have known. Her name shot straight to the forefront of his mind. "Baby Ju--!"

Yes, that had been Katchoo's nickname. Or part of it, anyway.

It was just that Katchoo was whistling a punch right at Griffin's jaw before he finished it.

In Caritas.

Yes.

"Kat--" Francine started to yell, because what part of I DON'T WANT ANYBODY TO PUNCH YOU did she not get?

Except there was suddenly nobody there to say --choo to.

For once, Griffin was more than happy to join her in completely stunned silence. A fist had just come very, very close to crashing into his face - not just any fist, Baby June's fist - and now there was thin air.

"...What just happened?"

Somewhere, another blond demanded royalties.

Francine blinked. A lot. "You made my dream come true?" Hey, it was the best she could do on short notice and a whole lot of WHERE THE HECK IS KATCHOO? She peered frantically around the bar, but there was no sign of the particular blonde she was interested in.

Griffin brought a hand up to comb through his hair ~~he really needed a haircut~~ just to make sure everything was still in one place, barring said blonde. "Did your friend vanish in your dream?"

He wasn't quite shell-shocked about it. It was just... odd. Odd things happened.

"No." Francine leaned over the bar to peer down and see if Katchoo was behind it somehow, but the only things down there were bottles of booze and a box marked Bring Back Shirtless Night At Caritas T-Shirts, Size XL. "I found her at the end of it."

"In that case," he said, sloshing his drink in his hands - he'd only lost about a quarter of it in the confusion, "You should keep looking for her until you do."

"Well, yeah, that's the plan. But she's not in here." Francine put her hands to her mouth. "Katchooooo! Where are you?"

"If she's not in, she's probably out," he concluded, with the clarity of a man who'd been through a few drinks. He nodded at the door. "You don't want to leave Dream Girl waiting."

Dream Girl, as it just so happened, had sloshed her way back from the duck pond (http://thismaskiwear.livejournal.com/8750.html) in the park and was dripping a trail across the Caritas floor back toward Francine.

. . . it was a dirty dream, apparently. Just not that kind of . . . never mind.

Francine turned towards the door to go looking for her, and-- "Katchoo?"

Griffin cast one last passing glance at Baby June. He knew better to come at her shouting her name now; he let his drink slosh around in the glass one more time before he brought it up in an invisible toast to Francine, and then drank it.

Katchoo squelched a few steps toward Francine, completely missing out on the invisible toast. There was pond water dripping into her eyes, okay?

"Uh, hi."

Blink. "...You're wet." Blink blink. "And you tried to punch Griffin Silver." Blink blink blink. "You're really wet."

"It was a tic," Katchoo said, deadpan. "And I ended up in the duck pond. Stupid whatever the hell magic thing."

"Did it bite you?" That would be Francine hurrying over to check Katchoo for damage, yes.

"Yeah," Katchoo said, misunderstanding the, er, misunderstanding. "Stupid duck. Luckily it didn't have teeth."

"...I meant the tick. Come on, we need to get you back to the dorms. You're soaked!" Francine kind of sort of remembered her manners in the face of a possibly-damaged Katchoo, enough to half-turn back to Griffin and give him an apologetic wave. "Sorry! I mean, um, thanks. I mean, nice dreaming, um, meeting you!"

"What ti --" Katchoo decided she'd take the mistake if she didn't have to explain why she'd tried to punch her favorite musician in the middle of a bar with a sanctuary spell on it. "Nah, I killed the little sucker dead."

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