Chilly Boulder, Wednesday Afternoon

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Well, their Fandom was phasing with a new one and while Kathy couldn't remember how long it would take before theirs overtook this one and destroyed it nor how many times this had already happened in the past (though the flickers were lingering longer now than they'd been this morning, so odds were high the process was a quick one), she knew to enjoy what time she had before it all went to hell in a handbasket. After chatting with Dante outside the dorms, she'd left him to his vigil to hobble into town and see what she could get before it all turned to rot and ruin and rampaging monsters. She hadn't had much of a plan in mind, just ambling through the town and hoping that it was a Fandom with human-analogues and not, say, inhabited by sentient shades of blue or something, when she'd spotted the Chilly Boulder.

Oh. Oh. It didn't matter that it was December and already cold out--Kathy literally could not remember the last time she'd had ice cream. Forget looking for new clothing or better weapons, she was making her way into the ice cream parlor as fast as her legs could carry her. Which wasn't fast at all anymore, but for ice cream, she could ignore how much her legs hurt and work her way up to a brisk walk.

"Hey," she said, not even noticing how surprised the servers were to see her. "Can I get a Skywalker Special, please? With as many different flavors as I can get. Don't care which ones, just a lot of them."

[Open for original flavor and AU'd townies alike!]