The Graveyard, Saturday mid-afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was wandering around the graveyard, just to read the headstones. (I told you I was sick. Followed by, This End Up.) Possibly hoping to see The Cat. But not Castiel.

Nope, not feeling like confessing. Just grinning secretly.


[Totally unaffected Dinah is here to be amused by your SOW antics.]

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[glacial_queen]

Karla prowled out of the church, black leather catsuit clinging to shapely, finely-muscled body, even though until only the last episode, she had been confined to a wheelchair and leg-braces.

"Here, we will find the components necessary to make Morgana fall in love with our darke Master," she said dramatically to her companion, recapping for the audience. "And she will lead us to that wretched hive of scum and villainy--where ever that wicked blonde boy stole our beloved Merlin!" Again, the back of her arm was lifted to her forehead. "To me, Tara!"

[life_inshadow]

Tara trailed behind -- not far behind, just far enough that she could get a good look at that catsuit and its effect on Karla's shapely rump.

"I'm so glad you're no longer crippled," she said, then cleared her throat. "It makes finding the spell ingredients so much easier. Though, of course, we'll still need p-passion."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was boggling at Karla's outfit, and then boggling a bit at the conversation. Crippled? Master? The heck? But she assayed a tentative, "Hey, guys. What's up?" Then had to ask, "Karla? Are you wearing a water bra?"

[glacial_queen]

Karla paused and took stock of the new girl. She ran her hands down the torso of her catsuit--making sure they moved around and grabbed her rear for Tara's benefit--and posed. "Who needs a water-bra, little girl? These are all mine."

She'd paid for them herself!

"Now who are you and why are you trying to delay the minions of Merlin Stark-Bass?"

[life_inshadow]

"If you lie," Tara added, folding her arms in a way that would be menacing if she wasn't a good half-foot shorter than Dinah, "we might kill you, too."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Merlin who? Wait, killed when? And those are so not yours, Karla," Dinah said, blowing a raspberry of disbelief. And then standing up straighter. "You both know me, for cripe's sake. Dinah? Lance? Friend and fellow student? Did I miss the memo about a play in the church, or what?"

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne made his way into the graveyard, looking for a conveniently open grave. He still had a dead body in his room, after all, and it was going to start smelling before too long. He needed a place to dispose of it, and where better than a graveyard?

What he wasn't expecting was a witness to his recon. That's why he was surprised when he spotted Dinah. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Okay, more weird. "Dinah Lance? Just hanging out, stalking a Cat. Uh. Should I be asking who you are? Zayne?"

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

"As far as I can tell, that's who I am," Zayne said. "My memory is a little... fuzzy today."

[OOC: Hi, I didn't know notifs were sucking today.]

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhkay. Well, hi. You might not be the only one," Dinah said, still a little unnerved and bemused by Karla and Tara. "I'm not doing anything much. I mean, it's a graveyard. Not a lot to do."

[np at all!]

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

"Unless you're burying someone," Zayne said seriously. And then he remembered that you were supposed to laugh at jokes. So he laughed. It was maybe a little bit odd after a pause of a couple seconds.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Heh...?" Dinah smiled uncertainly at Zayne, then joked, "And who would we be burying? Someone named Stark-Bass?" That still didn't sound like a real name to her.

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

A thumping noise and muffled shouting came from one of the graves -- a fresh one.

Eventually, it stopped.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

And by the time Dinah got over there, she wasn't sure which one of the many new fresh graves it would've been.

"Hunh."

[heromaniac]

"Damn, idiots. Can't stand being lectured like that. Ugh, I hate this frakkin' place." A red-headed girl was stomping through the cemetery, head low and kicking at tombstones, the silver chains on her black leather boots jangling as they connected with the crumbling stone. "I should have just punched him."

She shoved her hands back in her jacket pocket and kicked at Good Friends go softly / In your walking / Lest she should wake / And rise up talking again to make herself feel better.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Riiiight, time to approach with caution. "Momoko?" Dinah checked, waving tentatively. "What's up?"

[heromaniac]

Nope. Not Momoko. That was the whole problem, wasn't it? Everyone here kept thinking she had to be someone else. She was herself, dammit. The redhead kicked the stone again, finally knocking it to a good slant, then leaned into her best 'I hate everything about you' pose and glared at the girl who'd dared to approach while she was sulking. "Sorry, blondie. I ain't who you think I am."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course not. Looked like she was four for four. "You sound like Katchoo. You didn't switch bodies with her or something, did you?" Maybe that would explain all this? Body-swapping? Brain-swapping?

[heromaniac]

What the hell? She leaned forward, pulling her hands from her jacket pockets to cross her arms. "Look girlie, the name's Tomoko, okay? I ain't switched nothing with nobody, especially no chick. And I ain't plannin' on it either, unless it's a ticket outta this crap-hole of a town, with it's stupid ass rules and shit." She gave another kick to the tombstone for emphasis.

[scruffnfeathers]

The Cat in question was there, hiding just out of sight behind a gravestone. There was a Girl in his territory. She might be after his giant-bird-thing!

He would never let her take it! It was his!

So he stalked her around the graveyard, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. . . .

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

That moment may have come when Dinah decided to sit down next to a big urn to ponder the strangeness of the last few encounters. What the hell, Fandom? What the hell?

[scruffnfeathers]

The moment was nigh! The Cat flew into attack mode! She'd learn not to mess with his giant-bird-thig!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Wah!" Dinah fell over at the Attack By Cat, and then scrambled a few feet away, grabbing the Cat with her TK to hold him off. "Cut it out! Hi! I was looking for you!... Are you as crazy as everyone else here?"

[scruffnfeathers]

The Cat hissed and flailed in her TK grip. Evil human creature! What did it plan with his giant-bird-thing?!

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Say, what was the creepy lighthouse keeper doing over there, skulking in the part of the cemetery that still had some fog clinging to it?