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Last week had been a downer, because when your version of your boyfriend died horribly back home, it tended to make you think about things you didn't want to think about. This week, however, Kitty had had a great weekend that gave her things she totally wanted to think about. Including a second kid! Which was one of those things that she'd hoped for but never said out loud because there wasn't any guarantee any of this would happen but it still made her really happy. Sometimes Fandom came through. It was rare, but it did happen.

So the music was upbeat, the bartender was in a good mood, and she was happy to talk to you whether you would join her in that good mood or not.

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So one of Lottie's goals this summer was to get in trouble and do other 'teenager' things. Things like convincing the folks at the pub to sell you verboten alcohol, and also general loitering and looking disreputable.

She had fallen well down on this plan since arriving in Fandom, and was determined to get back on it, even if she didn't yet have a temporary new best friend to get into trouble with. After some checking around town, she finally settled on the pub with the grody looking band as a good place to get started.

And thus, armed with a leather jacket, a really excessive amount of eyeliner, and a whole lot of attitude, Lottie went into the bar that didn't card teenagers to utterly fail to get into trouble.

"Pint of cider, please."

"Coming right up," Kitty said, getting a glass. "Are you new?"

She actually saw very few teenagers in here on nights that weren't 3MD, so that was an easy conversation starter.

"Oh, you know, just passin through," Lottie said with great feigned non-chalance. "I work for a music mag. A 'ZINE, if you will. It's French, you'll not have heard of it."

This would possibly work a lot better if she wasn't kicking her feet around in the air and spinning herself back and forth a little on her bar stool as she spoke.

Oh, she was adorable.

"Oh, really? What's the name of it? In case I want to look it up later," Kitty said, sliding her her drink.

"Le Magic Wave," Lottie said immediately. She'd been one of Tackleford's premier investigatory tweens, she knew how to use a previously established backstory. "I'm one-a their hip young gun-slingers."

This last was, naturally, said with actual finger guns.

"That's really impressive," Kitty said. "You sound really accomplished."

"I'm a prodigy, I am." She offered her hand. "Charlotte Grote, ma'am. Known to those in the know as Lotte!"

Well, almost.

"Kitty Pryde," she said, shaking her hand. "How long as you in town?"

"Till I've got my story." Lottie spun around on her stool again, then picked up her drink and took a sip. "That's good, a fine vintage." People said that about alcohol, right?

"We carry only the finest vintages of cider." Kitty actually had no idea, but what fun was it not playing along. "I think you could find all kinds of stories here."

"Oh yeah?" Some of Lottie's attitude bled off as she took another sip and looked at Kitty curiously. "How 'bout a for-instance?"

"Well," Kitty said, "there's a bunch of people here from different versions of the same universe. Or there's the gremlins, if you're looking for something smaller, but I don't recommend getting too into that investigation."

Lottie's eyes went a little wide. "Ooo. What's a gremlin?"

Yeah, she'd lost the chic reporter attitude completely, now.

"They're these little green guys. Like stealing people's stuff. They're the school mascot if you want to know what they look like," she explained. "The problem is, if they bite you, you hallucinate that you're someone or something else until the venom wears off. It can be pretty embarrassing."

"What do they use the stuff for? Do they only attack if you bother them? What's their natural habitat?"

Wait, no, she was supposed to not be into mystery any more.

"Er, I mean. Interesting."

"Not sure what they use it for, but they attack I think when they feel like it? Maybe you bothered them or you tried to stop them from taking something, or you didn't look where you were stepping?" Kitty said. "I've seen them around and they didn't bother me at all."

"Maybe they like you," Lottie mused. "Or you smell unappetisin."

"Probably." Also she could phase so they couldn't really get at her most times. "You're not going to go looking for them or anything, right?"

"Oh noooo. That'd be terribly juvenile."

She was really likely to do so, yes.

"And would require protective gear, probably," Kitty said, because she didn't trust that answer and was going to be worried now.

"Oh certainly," Lottie agreed. ". . . What sort, d'you suppose?"

"Shoes that'll protect your whole feet, and ankles? Maybe gloves. Something that a little animal couldn't bite through," Kitty suggested. See, she had zero authority to get Lottie not to do this, but she could at least give her info like a responsible adult.

Mostly.

"That makes sense," Lottie said. "With nice long sleeves so they couldn't chomp on my arms, either." She looked thoughtfully at her shorts. "D'ya suppose I should get leather pants?"

Lottie didn't really like wearing regular pants. She was a shorts or skirts over leggings girl all the way.

"If you were to seek out gremlins, maybe," she said. "Which you're not going to do, of course."

"Oh, of COURSE not," Lottie assured her.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

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