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The Causeway, Friday

Molly had gone bright and early to the Portalocity office, and then been stymied in her attempt to buy a ticket by a couple things: she didn't know anything about finding her 'home dimension', and apparently? She was 23 years in the future. The office staff had been wary of getting her a ticket when those things came as a surprise.

Also, one of them was mad at Kenzi for something about a watch.

Way deep inside her, Kenzi was cackling and high-fiving herself.

So now it was back to the Causeway. And if she couldn't walk across? She was going to swim if she had to.

[ooc: expecting one, but open for any!]

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Bo had enough Frequent Portaller miles built up (a mixture of legitimately earned and Oh God Please Don't Sue Us Into The Netherverse For That Thing That One Time....Er... Those Eight Times...) to spring for the deluxe Sure Take Your Car With You As Long As It's Someplace With Roads package for this trip to Wales, so she'd figured why not. It gave her some way getting around Barry Island for sneaky Christmas shopping sprees besides stealing Mitchell's Volvo which would kind of blow the whole sneaky thing.

Which is why she was walking back from the Causeway carpark now, carrying more bags than most women who weren't nookie-powered Amazons would be comfortable schlepping across an island, even one as small as Fandom.

"Hey, chica!" she called when she spotted Kenzi, trying to wave but mostly just shuffling one armful of shopping bags against each other. "Where do you think you're going that's not home with half this crap in your hands?" Just because she could carry all of it didn't mean she had to.

"Hey! Chica."

Oh. Crap. Who was this woman?

Very helpfully, Kenzi internally smirked and sang out, You're gonna geeeet it!

Molly swallowed and smiled, a little nervously. "Sure!" Then she added, "Early Christmas shopping?" Hmm. "Anything for me?" See! She could do this!

She gave the Causeway a longing look.

"Let's just say don't you dare look in the Bryl's Boutique bag." Which Bo held out, among others.

None of which actually had any gifts for Kenzi in them, because she was not STUPID. She just hoped it would work to distract her from pillaging the ones that did have her gifts in them.

"What're you doing out here?" Realizing she might have mis-guessed which direction Kenzi was heading, Bo add, "You coming back from the mainland, or did you need a ride out? My car's right around the corner."

Yes yes yes yes! Molly was overjoyed, and Kenzi was furious. No no no no!

"Yeah. I'm meeting -- Toby. We're doing a thing." Maybe this time it would work, and she wouldn't bounce back to the car park! Maybe she was about to get far enough away to call David and get an actual connection!

NOOOOOOO! Molly twitched at the screaming inside her, and resolutely pushed it down, smiling even brighter at the Woman with a Car. "I'll be good. And not look. Promise. A ride would be great."

"A thing?" Bo repeated as she led the way back toward the car, with a combination of a- and be- musement. Since when did Kenzi not babble about most of her plans for fun in too-much-for-anyone-not-a-succubus-information detail?

"A thing! It's a secret. And a surprise." Molly really wasn't up to Kenzi's level of bantering, she suspected. "I'll tell you all about it when we get back."

Twitch. As Kenzi tried to wrench control back, and couldn't quite get it. "So. How have you-- how was your trip?"

"Much, much less awkward than last time. Annie's figured out it's not physically possible for a ghost to blush to death and is now either in the Quietly Thinking About It stage, or just firmly repressing the fact that I ever said the word 'threesome' with her in the room."

See above re: 'too-much-for-anyone-not-a-succubus-information.'

Wow, looked like Molly-inside-Kenzi's-body was going to attempt to make up for that, because that blush matched her red corselet. "How--? That's... okay. Well. I'm glad?"

Was that what Kenzi would be? The smirking inside her head seemed to indicate so.

"Go you! And..." Oh crap. What was his name?

Kenzi shot a name toward the front of her brain. "...Erik!"

If the blush hadn't given away that something was off -- was Kenzi even capable? -- then that would have. "Eric?"

Ahahahahahahaha!

That laughing was really distracting, Kenzi.

"Michael?" It was a common name! Maybe that was it!

Edited 2014-12-05 21:55 (UTC)

Okay, she'd gone from guy I do sleep with and in fact do have threesomes with but not the guy who lives i Wales to guy I don't even know, for a total score of Minus WTF.

Bo frowned suspiciously. "Are you a ballerina with an illegitimate kid again?"

Bzuh? Molly stared at the woman for several long moments, not even sure where to start with that. Which probably confirmed every suspicion she had about her, come to think of it.

So Molly just decided to run for the Causeway again. Meep!

"The hell? Kenzi!" Bo started after her.

Then dropped her shopping bags and started after her again.

Molly was running full-out, but she really didn't have the hang of Kenzi-shoes yet, so it wasn't very impressive. There might have been flailing.

She got onto the Causeway, maybe about ten feet in - and then went bouncing back to the beginning.

And then just screamed in frustration and grief.

Which at least gave Bo a shot at catching up with her?

"Kenz, what is going on with you?" Aside from the obvious fact that Fandom was choosing not to let her off the island for some reason. but that didn't explain everything else.

Molly collapsed to her knees, pounding her hands on the pavement, staring at the Causeway like it would just let her go if she glared at it enough.

"I can't. Get off. This Island! I don't understand, I left the other one just fine without any problems, and I just need to call David and--"

Kenzi-voice in her head said: Tell her the truth, or I start screaming and I don't stop.

Yeeeeeeah, Bo had already been about 60% sure this wasn't Kenzi, or at least not her Kenzi. This just clinched it. She crouched down and tried to look the girl in the eyes, putting aside any sympathy she might have for the tears, because Kenzi.

"What other island, who's David, and who the hell are you? Because you're not my best friend, even if you're wearing her face."

"That little island, next to this one. Ingvar?" Molly sat back on her heels, guilt swamping her so she couldn't directly look this woman - Bo? - in the face. "I just wanted to talk to him. To find out if he was okay." She gulped, dragging a wrist over her face. "See him... I didn't hurt her. I just. I had to kind of... borrow her..."

Molly was looking down at her hands now, wincing.

"What do you mean, borrow her?" Bo started to reach for her shoulders to shake... whoever this was, but that word gave her pause, slowed it down to just an iron grip. She didn't want to hurt Kenzi, if this wasn't just someone impersonating her. "Where's Kenzi?"

"Here." Molly gave a humorless laugh, gesturing to her head. "She's been shouting at me since I -- walked into her. Screaming since you showed up." She grimaced. "You're Bo, aren't you."

"That's me." A decidedly not happy Bo. "Who are-- no, you know, what, I don't care who you are or what your sob story is until you get the hell out of my friend."

Molly stared at Bo a moment, then closed her eyes. And stepped out of Kenzi to stand next to her as herself.

And then Kenzi fell forward toward Bo, muttering, "Ohhh my fucking head...."

Bo reached forward to catch her, registering the figure beside her but more concerned for Kenzi's condition. "Are you okay?"

"Kinda want to cut a bitch, but she's already dead." Kenzi leaned into Bo, one arm swiping ineffectually out at Molly, and mumbled, "'Mokay. Just wiped out."

Already dead? Great. Because that didn't put their previous conversation in a deeply icky retroactive light. "And this is why I only suggest threesomes to ghosts that understand the word consent."

Somewhere in ~~canon~~ another, nastier universe, Annie Sawyer was guiltily making tea, but Bo had no plans to ever visit that universe, thank fuck. She was too busy ignoring the hypocrisy of those words being uttered by a mind-controlling succubus, anyway.

Edited 2014-12-06 01:39 (UTC)

"I'm sorry," Molly said, shifting from foot to foot, and flickering a little. "I just-- I thought I could find David. I know it's not an excuse. Or not a good one. But I'm so scared of what might have happened to him."

Kenzi's answer to that was a glare, and a very emphatic obscene gesture.

"Whoever that is, I'd suggest you try looking for him without stealing somebody else's body." Under other circumstances, with a ghost she trusted slightly further than she could throw them, Bo might have offered to help with that, but her concern right now was mostly with getting Kenzi home.

Edited 2014-12-06 04:33 (UTC)

"Her husband," Kenzi muttered. "She's been dead for, like, decades. He's probably dead too by now--"

She saw Molly flicker and turn away looking hurt, and grimaced, trying to get up, leaning against Bo.

"Just, go away, please?" She didn't like begging but 24 hours with someone else controlling her body was freaking her out. "For now. I can't--" She turned to Bo and said, "Can't deal. Must drink. Then nap."

"Maybe nap, then drink?" Bo suggested. "And then tell me what the hell's been going on around here."

"Plan," Kenzi decided. "Although what I know's got holes in it, just warning you."

Molly had disappeared the next time she looked back. Kenzi still shivered and hugged Bo closer.

"Welcome back. Awesome timing."

"I'm not sure if that's real awesome or ironic awesome, but whatever. I'll take it. Don't step on that blue bag; it's got Anonykitty's Hanukkah presents in it."

Bo had no idea if Anonykitty was Jewish; eight days just gave her a better excuse for the shitload of catnip mice she'd bought.

Edited 2014-12-06 21:42 (UTC)

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