Strokes of Genius, Saturday (7/10)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Being back on the island wasn't the strange part; that just felt like coming home, and damn the sentimental schmoopiness of that feeling . . . that Katchoo wasn't really objecting to.

It was coming in to work at her old job on a Saturday after so many weeks away that felt strange, particularly without any classes or much of anything else to occupy her time. It made the immediacy of their inevitable real departure that much more real. She didn't really approve of that. Ah, well. What the hell could you do?

Pull out an easel and some painting paraphernalia and get to work, for the time being.

Aw, hell. Might as well admit it, it was good to be back. She'd missed this damn place.

[OOC: So there's two events I want to go to tonight, and only one of me, so I sent the OCD to the other one in my stead because I already bought nonrefundable tickets to it but I can't miss my friend's concert. Oops. Anyway, it's open.]

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[bitchprince]

Phone. Ringing. And so forth. (We hoped you had an interesting ringtone for Arthur, Katchoo, or this might turn out to be a fairly boring lead-up to a call)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It was that Meredith Brooks song at the moment, because Katchoo was occasionally enamored of the idea that she was frikkin' hysterical. To be fair, just imagining the look on his face if he realized she used that song for him, and the evolution of that expression when she pointed out that it wasn't a perfect match but some parts were applicable, and she'd leave it to him to figure out which, was highly entertaining.

So she had to let it ring through all the way to I'm a sinner, I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed before she could get the snickering under control enough to answer.

"Choovanski's House of Burrs Under Your Saddle, how may we irritate you in tiny persistent ways today?"

[bitchprince]

Having sung that Meredith Brooks song at one point - with fairly interesting results in the end - Arthur would have been of several minds in regards to her choice in ringtone.

Being blissfully ignorant, though, he answered, "I'll take it as read this isn't like Francine mistaking her phones again. Katina."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

See, one way or another it would have been a substantial source of entertainment for Katchoo.

"I thought you had more faith in me than that, Your Highness," she answered, no small amount of irony dripping from her voice and leaving an interesting if purely metaphorical abstract shape of a puddle on the floor. "Don't worry, your spot on the counter is clear."

Even though dammit, it wasn't the same without him actually there.

[bitchprince]

"It's Wednesday already?"

It was currently late spring in Arthur's universe, about a year earlier than it should have been. Their timelines were not entirely synchronous.

"Though I'm pleased to find you haven't been eaten by anything during the last leg of your ill-advised trip." ... well, in terms of who had spent more time in life-threatening danger as of late, Arthur...

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Saturday, actually. I switched up shifts, so you might wanna update your Blackberry," she told him. "And who's ill-advised, huh? You told Francine to give me a hug from you!"

[bitchprince]

"She was babbling on about hugging me," Arthur retorted, maturely. "Anyway, I don't keep your shifts in my Blackberry. ... That closely. So don't worry about it. How's life back on the island?"

Yes, Arthur. Distract her.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Quiet so far," Katchoo informed him, because really, shouldn't he know no power on earth (or probably a few other worlds as well) would ever stop Francine from wanting to hug people? "Nobody here trying to kill me."

Mmmm, pointed statements.

[bitchprince]

"That's good to know," Arthur said, approvingly (and possibly massively missing the point). "You were getting quite a bit of that for a while."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." That point had whooshed merrily on by, apparently. "Isn't it nice to know even when I was, I wasn't hogging your share?"

[bitchprince]

There was a short pause on the other end of the line.

"I don't follow."

No really, Arthur. No. Really.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Jesus frikkin' Christ, how hard did you get hit in the head this time?" Katchoo demanded. "Are you being deliberately more dense than usual?"

[bitchprince]

"I didn't get hit in the head, I got stabbed in the side," Arthur said, irritably, "And the damage from Mat's world was healed. No need to get insulting."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to hit you in the head next time I see you," Katchoo grumbled. "Geez, it wasn't enough for you, you had to go somewhere else to get hurt too?"

This would be a counterproductive way to show your concern, Chewie.

[bitchprince]

"Mat asked for our help." Originally in escaping the attentions of an amorous noblewoman, but a la. "I wasn't about to leave him in trouble all by himself. Besides, while your worries are charming, really, we came out fine." After the healing bits.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

". . . you're leaving things out, aren't you?" Katchoo heaved a long-suffering sigh designed to carry in as eardrum-punishing a way possible over the phone. "You're lucky I don't actually care about the details."

She did. But shh.

[bitchprince]

"Hardly," he said, dismissively. "There were some difficult battles, but the healing magic of Mat's home is rather powerful." Which was still a little awkward for the boy from Magic Haters 'r' Us, but he hadn't been able to say no. "But enough about that; don't worry, I've never taken you for anyone particularly interested in tales of valour."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Eh, you heard one, you've heard 'em all," Katchoo said dismissively. "Do I need to ask what kind of high wire act you had to pull off to pester me long-distance this time?"

What? She was concerned.

[bitchprince]

"We've found a spot in the woods that doesn't get patrolled too often," Arthur said, glancing around. "And for some reason, patrols avoid this area when I tell them to. Fancy that."