Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

"Oh my god, this ice cream is, like, totally rad," Karla said, and then tried not to facepalm. From the moment she woke up this morning, if she didn't pay attention to what she was saying, words like 'radical' and 'bodacious' would sometimes fall out of her mouth.

Which was really just adding insult to injury, considering something awful had happened to her hair and no matter what she did to it, it refused to uncrimp, unfeather, or untease, she had somehow ended up with a faceful of neon makeup, and her shirt was seven sizes too big, slashed to all Hell, and kept falling off one shoulder.

The less said about her too-tight zebra-striped pants? The better.

Which was why she was at Chilly Boulder, turning to the sovereign power of ice cream to make the horror go away.

"Like, gag me with a spoon. This is, like, lame to the max."

Kill her now.

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[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie might have been sulking. It wasn't that she had to be put together at all times or anything, but there'd been a very long time spent trying to make her bangs not nearly stand straight up through the miraculous powers of Aqua Net (it hadn't worked) and to make it look like she wasn't wearing a combination of blue eyeshadow and too-pink blush (also hadn't worked) and then she looked in her closet and there was so much neon (which she now had to wear) that there might have been a little tiny mini-breakdown at having so much of her order disrupted after the last couple weeks.

Oops.

So, anyway, there was going to be ice cream now that she felt better. Also making her feel better was the girl already here, who seemed to be in the same boat. "You too, huh?"

[glacial_queen]

"This is, like, the worst thing ever!" Karla complained. And winced again and very slowly said, "I don't normally..." she could feel a 'like' coming on "...talk this way. Ugh."

And then she was having a bite of ice cream to fend off any random 'bogus' 'yo momma' comments that might feel the need to be said.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie looked horrified for a second. "It affects how you talk?" she said, and thought back to what she'd just said, wondering if any of those five words had involved 'like'.

"I think I'm safe," she decided, super cautiously.

[glacial_queen]

Karla nodded, looking utterly tragic. "It does, like, majorly," she said. "I, like, sound like a total Poser."

Annie would understand if Karla decided to just beat her head on the table a little bit, right? Right?

Okay, head-desking was probably not the best move. She decided to eat more ice cream instead. And stick to smaller sentences. "Karla," she said quickly, before taking another bite. And waved.

Ha! Couldn't mess that up!

[angelo_wings]

"Her, too, what?" Claire asked. Yes, she was eavesdropping. So what? Things were her business if she felt like they were her business.

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

"We have disastrous hair now," Annie explained. At least she wasn't insulting this girl, whose hair was actually very cute.

[Omg so sorry forgot to hit post.]

[angelo_wings]

Claire couldn't help preening slightly, at that. "Did you need to borrow some hair spray?" she asked. Because she had some. In her purse. Perpetually.

(zomg that is fine. I got pulled away for video gaming, and then I crashed, and then my laptop was busted, so, um. hooray for SP? :| )

[angelo_wings]

Claire didn't have too-tight zebra-striped pants. She had a calf-length leather skirt and a salmon-pink matching top. They were from Ralph Lauren, thank you very much.

She also wasn't here at Chilly Boulder for ice cream, because she didn't want to get fat. She was getting a Diet Coke.

She raised an eyebrow at the girl with ... seriously trashy hair.

"Bad day?"

See? She could be nice.

[glacial_queen]

Oh god, a Yuppie. Gag her with a bulldozer.

Karla blinked, trying to figure out where those thoughts had come from and what they even meant, and then gave a half-hearted wave.

"Like, oh my god, you have no idea," she said. "I think my roommate, like, stole my AquaNet this morning. I, like, couldn't find any."

Did Claire know how hard it was, not having AquaNet? Did she?

[angelo_wings]

Lucky for her, Claire carried a huge purse with her, filled with things that would be destroying the ozone layer for future generations.

"You need to borrow some?" she asked. "I guess you could borrow mine."

She supposed. Because Claire was generous like that, to the lesser types. Like this ... Valley Girl wannabe. She took the seat at the girl's table, eying her critically.

Why had she never seen this girl before, anyway?

"Are you new?"

[glacial_queen]

"Oh my god, like thank you," Karla said, holding her hand out for the AquaNet. The cruelty whimsy of the island wasn't letting her hair fall, but it still felt weird not sitting in a haze of hairspray.

"And, like, no way! This is, like, my third summer." Which is the only reason Karla wasn't locked in her room, sobbing. This too, would pass.

Eventually.

"But, like, welcome to the island and stuff." Because she was obviously new. Karla'd never seen her before and Karla knew everybody who was anybody! "I'm Karla."

[wwiii]

"I was just accosted by a crazy lady with pink hair as big as my wings in the park."

Hello, Chilly Boulder. Warren is mildly horrified, wearing ripped acid wash and a plain tank top, and needs therapy ice cream.

NOW.

[glacial_queen]

"Oh my god, like, Warren!"

Run, Warren. Keep running.

"I am, like, sooooooooo glad to see you!" Karla's perkily excited tone was at odds with her expression, which suggested she was contemplating drowning herself in her second bowl of ice cream. "Come and join me! This ice cream is, like, totally choice even if everything else on this island is utterly bogus right now."

[wwiii]

"Truly bogus," Warren agreed, and then winced a bit and buried his face in his hand. He'd been doing a good job of avoiding those words all day! "But I'll take the ice cream, sure."

See? Ice cream. Ice cream solved all.

"It got you too, huh?"

[angelo_wings]

Claire turned in her seat to eye the newcomer. Hmmm.

"Are they real?" she asked.

His wings. Not the crazy lady's hair. Obviously.

She hadn't seen him before, but she'd been at Fandom for a while, so she was used to oddities and abnormalities. Hot guy with wings, that one was new.

[wwiii]

Warren was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was going to be asked that a few more times before the weekend was through.

"Totally," he agreed, spreading one just a bit to demonstrate. "But I'm not, like, some kind of angel or anything like that. Before you ask."

Or before you start singing.

[trigons_child]

Sunlight made Star tired and weak, but she didn't want to forget what it was like to feel the sun on her face and to pretend she was normal again, not trapped halfway between human and vampire. And constantly hungry for...

Oooh, ice cream. She used to get ice cream on the boardwalk before she'd caught David's eye, and she missed that. So she just had to step inside and look around.

[glacial_queen]

"Wow, your hair is like, wicked teased," Karla said admiringly, before facepalming a little again. Oh go--Mother Night, it was really starting to take effect in her brain. "You must go through, like, so much AquaNet."

[trigons_child]

Star shook out her hair with a smile. One of the perks of being a vampire (or almost) was fabulous hair (even if it was a mullet, David), and she couldn't complain about that. "It's all natural," she said.

Don't look at her neck don't look at her neck don't look at her neck.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

A man wearing what looked like a backpack with a turntable on it walked into the ice cream parlor, and pointed a meter at everyone within sight.

"Hmmm. Interesting. And ominous."

Then he started rapidly doing calculations on his HP calculator.

[glacial_queen]

Karla glanced up at the guy. "Total dweebmeister," she announced.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

He didn't look up from his calculations. "It's interesting that you can say that when you're giving off as much electromagnetic radiation as you are. I would have thought you'd die. Hold still please. I need to take another reading." *


*Only in Ghostbusters reality, obviously.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

MacGyver was no stranger to the strange. He's a student at Fandom High after all, so when things seemed to have changed on the island he took it all in stride.

Just as he was coming into Chilly Boulder, one of the ice cream makers broke down causing the staff member to cry out in dismay.

Mac just grinned and offered his assistance.

Twenty minutes later, along with a tube sock, a ball point pen and some Saran Wrap, Mac had repaired the ice cream machine much to the clerk's delight.

Mac still insisted on paying for his ice cream though. Fix it up was half the fun.

[glacial_queen]

"That was, like, very," Karla complimented as she made her way back to her table after getting her second bowl of ice cream. "Way to go."

Wow. Whoever this guy was, he was rocking the mullet.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

"Ah, it was nothing," Mac said humbly. "All it takes is a little ingenuity and patience."

He gave Karla a close look. "Have we met? I thought I knew all the students on the island."