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Strokes of Genius, Wednesday (April 21)

Seriously. Seriously, how had it gotten to be finals week already? It was a very good question, a pressing one even --

And one Katchoo would have been contemplating at extensive, broody length all day today if not for an inexplicable and persistent earworm of "Like a Prayer," and she had no idea what that was all about.

But there was humming going on, and on the bright side she . . . was on the bright side, comparatively. That was a little scary in and of itself. Quite possibly, the entire atmosphere of the store felt off as a result.

[OOC: The OCD is staying home to rewatch last night's Glee multiple times. Slower-than-usual SP highly likely today due to new insane project of doom. Send booze.]

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If the atmosphere was off, then Arthur was kind enough not to acknowledge it. Something a bit like that.

"Katina," he announced (it felt like a 'Katina' sort of day) as he entered the store. "You're humming."

... sort of not acknowledge it, anyway.

[[ omfg, Glee so awesome. ~~/redundant~~ ]]

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Katchoo shot him a raised-eyebrow glance, but finished humming the chorus before she answered. "Can't get the song out of my head ~~like someone rewound that scene on the TiVo about ten times last night~~ for some reason," she said offhandedly. As earworms went, it could be a hell of a lot worse so she wasn't annoyed yet.

. . . give her a couple of hours, then she might be throwing things.

Arthur snorted at her. In a good natured, amused-for-probably-the-wrong-reasons sense. "I see," he said, walking up to the counter as per usual. "I didn't think you one to pursue the art of song..."

"There are a couple of people who happen to appreciate my singing," Katchoo retorted, and her smile faltered for a fraction of a second when it hit her again that the present tense was no longer applicable in one case. "I could play Janis Joplin in a barely-disguised biopic if it hadn't already been done."

"You also realise I have no idea who Janis Joplin is, but I'm going to assume for appearances' sake that she's a singer," Arthur said, jovially (well, sort of). "Whatever. How was the week so far?"

"I love making references you won't get," Katchoo informed him archly. "It's Wednesday; first time I've actually had to leave the damn room since the stupid fire drill."

"You don't look starved," Arthur opined, "So that's hardly true."

One of these days she was going to find some incredibly literal set of directions and see how he'd take them, just for fun.

"Starve? Me? Remember who I live with?"

"...or like you've been holding up certain other... hold-ups," Arthur continued, doggedly.

So maybe he was mocking her as a form of stress relief. Don't deter him now.

It was a perfectly comfortable way for them to interact, and it justified giving back as good as she got. (Even if she didn't actually care about needing justification.)

"Geez, what, I'm supposed to just frikkin' cough up all this info for you?" Mmmm, stonewalling as friendly banter. To a degree. "Not like you ever just up and tell me what you've been up to."

Arthur rolled his eyes at her. Thoroughly. As you do. "Fine," he said, "What would you like to know?" Not entirely earnestly.

"How long you were in a bad mood after we got to go back into the dorms on Sunday night." Trust Katchoo to go straight for the question she knew she wasn't going to get a clear answer on anyway. Smug had nothing on that smile.

Arthur shot her a quick look.

He hopped up on the desk.

"Who said I went back to the dorms?" he asked.

Katchoo's smirk turned maddening. "Oh, really now. Exhibitionist."

He shot her an affronted look. "Hardly," he said. "I just prefer not to shower in one room with every other man in the school present."

"Ah, c'mon, I thought you were more secure than that." Katchoo couldn't resist ribbing him. Now or ever. "And there's bathrooms on every floor, blockhead."

Oh, please, Katchoo. "Oh please. Are you insinuating that I'd be terrified of anyone seeing me naked?" he asked. "I simply enjoy the privacy when I can get it."

Privacy, party of two after spending the night winding each other up outside on the lawn, but details, details.

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"Or there were other things to do with the chocolate than rinse it off." She would know. She could write a book on things you could do with unexpected chocolate rain.

Arthur sighed deeply. "I'm not going to answer that."

"I didn't actually want to know anyway, if that makes you feel any better," Katchoo informed him.

"Very," Arthur said, more than sincerely. "How about you, then?" Beat. "Likewise, by the way."

"That sounds like a nice song."

Have a boss materializing out of thin air right next to you. Because yes, Jane was there. She was always there. And yet, having the blonde girl humming was rather...perplexing.

"Is everything alright?"

"Gyaaaaaaaah!"

Not that Katchoo's shoulders had gotten into the rhythm-keeping action or anything like that. Shh.

"Boss person." At least she recovered fairly quickly. "It's fine now. Ask me again in a few hours if I can't get this damn song out of my head."

Jane had to work on the 'walk with sound' thing, obviously. But on the other hand, it was amusing to see the young woman react like that.

"Jane. Jane Smith....but Jane is fine too." Actually, she preferred to be called just Jane, but there was no need to stress if further, for now. "It's a rather enjoyable tune though, and some humming won't do awfully bad for the business, I guess."

Katchoo was usually more self-aware than that. Was someone using the power of Madonna for evil instead of good? Eh. If she looked at it another way, it was nice having an actual employer again. The seemingly nonexistent mystery person in charge thing had been creepy for a long time.

"Jane," she repeated, holding a hand out for a very cautious shake (which was a pretty good way of figuring some things out about a person). "Katina. You should've seen the day the vice-principal got bitten by a gremlin and came in here thinkin' he was Rick Astley. If there'd been customers in here at the time they'd have been running like their asses were on fire."

On the other side of the conversation, Jane was wondering if it wouldn't be better to let everyone know of her past...occupation; it would make sense why she always had a number of firearms on her office, moved without making much of a sound, and always looked good in black, all characteristics of your professional assassin. She decided it would be best to leave it for another time, or rather, for when the time someone actually asked what she was doing before Fandom.

Hm, or just keep it as a secret and be done with it.

Katina's hand was met by a confident, yet careful shake from Jane's. She also made sure to keep eye contact at every moment; it wasn't unknown to her that employees used to measure their employers to know how much freedom they could have around them, or if they deserved any respect at all. While Jane didn't want to have slave for assistants, she would be displeased if someone considered she was fool material.

"Miss Katina? Or Katina only? And that should have been a bad day for business, I assume; from what I have lived i Fandom so far, the population is already willing to accept that weird things will happen now and then." And so was she, as long as she had her guns nearby.

Yes, there was something about her that reminded Katchoo of Tambi and Becky and a few of Darcy's other more specialized employees, so her own handshake was carefully reserved as well. Right -- no pissing her off.

"Just Katina, please. Or --" This wasn't an offer she normally extended to people who weren't close friends, but 'Miss Katina' made her think of her name the way Darcy had said it, and she could do without that variety of unsettled. "Katchoo, actually. That was actually a pretty entertaining day. Some of the people here are willing to accept the weird things; some of us are just hopelessly resigned to it."

"Kat...choo?" The same hand that had been shaken -and it had been a pretty neutral hand shaking, actually- went to rest carefully on her chin. "Very well then." She found the name oddly cute if applied to the girl, and she knew she was most likely going to end up calling her Katina if she wasn't paying attention anyway.

Her inclusion on the group that just resigned was greeted with a warm smile. "For what is worth, I'll make sure nothing disturbs this place." She stopped for a second, considering whether she should try to keep talking with her, or if they had reached the invisible time limit conversations seemed to have; there was only a few things less annoying than a overly talkative adult, after all. "Your studies are about to end, right? For what I know, students leave once they graduate. I don't want to assume anything, but I would like to know your medium term plans regarding...well, what you plan to do next. Paige Matthews already asked to work here, but I think three people and myself can still work properly here."

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