The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

After Quinn spoke with Santana at the picnic, it didn't take her long to realize she and Puck needed to meet up and do damage control. She'd been so focused on her mother and Finn that it hadn't even occurred to her that Puck might invite people, too. And she didn't need Santana Lopez thinking she had randomly gone crazy in two separate universes.

She and Puck needed a cover story, and it would help if it was the same one. She texted him to ask him to meet her for coffee -- and to leave the guests behind.

For now, she'd sit at a table by the window, staring into the street and contemplating whether running away was any kind of an option.

[OOC: Open coffee shop, yes!]

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[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"She already threatened Ariel," Puck greeted Quinn, looking over his shoulder in alarm. "And they didn't even fight. And now I don't know where she is." He flopped into the seat opposite her, offering a, "Hi. Why are we friends with Santana, again?"

Because guess what, Puck? You're a jerk, too.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Because we don't want her as an enemy," Quinn answered. It was why anybody was friends with any of them, really.

... Finn excepted.

"Hi. What did she say to Ariel?" Not that she even liked Ariel, but whatever.

[sexonyoursheets.livejournal.com]

"And because she's hot," he reflected, already feeling more forgiving. "She didn't say. Just that the 'short ginger' wouldn't be a problem. There's only one little redhead I talk to, really. And please, she's not that short. It's not like she's that Berry chick with the reindeer sweaters."

[not-into-boobs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, so Finn... kind of had trouble keeping track of Quinn sometimes, because the island was really confusing. There were all these narrow streets, and the weird castle stuff, and everything-- it's like they wanted him to get lost.

So after a while, he'd just taken up poking his head into shops hoping he'd find her, or that the school would magically appear. He'd almost given up hope when-- "Quinn, hey!" --he got there.

He shut the door behind him, and immediately came to a stop. "...And Puck. Dude, I didn't know you were coming." He was a little confused, actually.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Finn," Quinn said, with a forced little smile. She'd been counting on losing him for a while. There was an arcade between the school and here and everything. "Hi! He ... uh..."

She gave Puck a sidelong look. "It's a long story," she finished, hoping Puck would do better explaining than she would. Or at least at delaying.

[nohaircutsplz]

Quinn! She knew Quinn. She was in the club for glee. "I'm so sorry to bother you," Medusalith said as she approached her table, wringing her hands. If you looked closely, her hair wasn't quite staying still like hair ought to, either. "But my little sister's somewhere on this forsaken island and I can't find her, and I was wondering if you might have seen her?" Perhaps making out with a boy...?

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn shook her head. "What's your sister look like?" she asked. "And why are you all freaked out?"

[nohaircutsplz]

"Because she's here," Medusalith fretted, "and they didn't tell me she was coming and I don't know where she is and she's young and silly and she's going to steal all of my shoes and make out with boys," and clearly this was terrible. Oh, right. What she looked like. "She's shorter than me, and more blonde. She has a black streak in her hair. It's very distinctive?" she said hopefully. "Her name is Crystal. Crystalia."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn shook her head. "If I spot her, I'll send her your way and tell whatever boy she's with she's way underage," she promised. "I've been busy. My mom and my boyfriend came, and Puck has visitors."

She forgot not everyone knew the Quinn-Puck connection.

[nohaircutsplz]

"Thank you," Medusalith said. "I'd appreciate it. I won't take up any more of your time, I just--oh! Are you and Puck related? Is he your cousin?" What? It was her situation...sort of.

[fbismostunwantd.livejournal.com]

Margaret was chatting with Dana as they walked in, mostly about her friends. "I'm so glad you're having a good time here. And talking to people. Not just hiding in your room or something."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Mom, it's not like..." Not like what? Not like she was really fifteen? "It's fine. It's a good place for me to be right now."

[fbismostunwantd.livejournal.com]

"I get copies of your grades so far from the online courses you're taking. Since I'm on the paperwork," Margaret said, walking to the counter. "Two chais, please." She turned back to Dana. "Russian, as well as the science courses?"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"I've always wanted to learn another language," Scully said, looking uncomfortable. "And it's not like the high school courses are challenging." She shrugged as their chais arrived, and took one. "Or the classes here. I have to do something to keep myself occupied."

[fbismostunwantd.livejournal.com]

"Has there been any progress with...?" Margaret sat down at one of the tables, and took a sip of her drink, not even sure how to approach the subject. Dana could be so prickly, if she didn't want to talk about something.

[glacial_queen]

Karla glanced up from her spot in line and waved at Scully and the older female beside her. From the resemblance, she thought she was pretty safe in guessing that she was Dana's mother--though, honestly? Slightly old to have a daughter Scully's age. Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps that was why Scully had so many older mannerisms.

She tried to catch Scully's eye and smile, but no more than that. It wouldn't be polite to intrude if they were having a family moment.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully had a moment of indecision, then she smiled back, and nodded to Karla, waving her over.

"Mom, this is my friend Karla," she said, then to Karla, "My mom, Margaret Scully."

Mulder was getting more espresso. Not that he needed it. He'd be back all too quickly....

[fbismostunwantd.livejournal.com]

Margaret smiled and held out her hand to Karla. "Hello, it's so nice to meet you. Dana's told me a little about you?" The questioning tone might be for, Funny, you don't look like a witch?

[bestnotmomever.livejournal.com]

Dinah had enjoyed her stay on the island so far; she approved of any place open enough to be weird like this. And it didn't appear that there were any drugs on the island either-- she trusted Roy, but better he not be tempted to hurt himself again soon, until he believed in himself.

"One espresso, please."


[ooc: here for the not-son, but open to other chat]

[exspeedydotcom]

No drugs, but hallucinogenic pests and underage drinking. It was a mixed bag. "I can pay for that," Roy offered.

[bestnotmomever.livejournal.com]

Dinah gave him a swift, happy smile. "That's right, you have a job! How is that going?" She wasn't about to turn that down, when he'd worked hard for his own money.

[exspeedydotcom]

"Well, I totally forgot to post took off today," Roy said. "But mostly it's okay. A little boring, maybe, but some of it's kind of interesting. It's a whole other side of the law, you know?"

[glacial_queen]

"Dinah?!"

Forgive Karla, but there was going to be some momentary boggling there. It wasn't until she noticed Roy standing nearby and remembered the (very abridged) explanation of his relationship with the older Dinah from his world that Karla realized this was a different Dinah and not some bizarre Fandom-aging thing.

And that she didn't have to threaten Dinah for being on the island and not calling her.

[bestnotmomever.livejournal.com]

Surprised, she turned around more fully, then said warily, "Yes?" Her expression softened when she saw a young girl she didn't know. "Have we met?"

[glacial_queen]

Oh, now there was a tough question. "Possibly?" Karla said, looking a trifle uncertain.

There had been the version of herself that Dinah had changed into during that crazy weekend and then the other version they'd fought with the JLA...You know, maybe it was just easier to stick to what she knew as fact, unless and until this-Dinah remembered her suddenly.

"Actually, it's more that I know you," she explained. "I'm friends with the Dinah that used to go here. Best friends, actually. I'm kind of like her adopted little sister."