fandomtownies | The Perk | Saturday Morning

Entry tags:

The Perk | Saturday Morning

Faye was up uncharacteristically early today (read: before noon), mostly due to vague sense of restlessness that she couldn't exactly (or wouldn't, exactly) explain. She eventually made her way out of her apartment and had flopped into a seat at the Perk with some kind of enormous whipped cream concoction with the intent of making a list of ship repairs.

And she had started that list. She had a sheet of paper in front of her that read 1. Cycle ion cannons to make sure they fire reliably.

But then she'd also seen a magazine with a really fascinating headline, and so -- you know, now the list was abandoned in favor of Cosmo.

(Also, gross, Faye was not trying that.)

[open!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wandering around the town and getting caffeinated beverages was an excellent way of dealing with restlessness, so good job Faye. Not that Stark was restless today. He was just in search of something to wash down the leftover cupcake from yesterday he'd had this morning.

"Good morning," he said, offering a smile when spotted Faye at a table.

"Morning," Faye replied, peeking up over her magazine with a smile that no one else would have gotten at this ungodly hour. "How are you today?"

And look at that. A polite inquiry. From Faye, that was practically a sky-written declaration of feelings.

Feelings? Surely not. Still, Stark's own smile widened in response.

"Anakin shot me yesterday," Stark confessed. "But fine other than that. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Paintball?" she guessed, narrowing her eyes. "Did he cheat?"

God, if he didn't mean paintball, she was going to really have to up her revenge game in terms of Anakin. Which would both be very unproductive and also probably wouldn't turn out well for Faye. At all.

"Paintball," Stark confirmed. "I should have said that." He would also have been significantly more upset if it hadn't been paintball. More upset or possibly dead.

"He didn't cheat. This time. There was a maze, with mirrors, and I got stuck."

"Well, that sounds terrible," Faye decided, wrinkling her nose. "And kind of unfair, but paintball doesn't seem like it's been really dealing in fairness this whole time."

Big talk from the woman who could hide cards a dozen different places on her scantily-clad person.

"Last week was better." Last week he'd shot Anakin and hadn't been hit in the chest with a paintball. Obviously last week was better.

"But no. I don't think fairness has been much of a concern." Unless you were Captain America. Steve was probably very concerned with fairness.

"We have to figure out a way to help you cheat better, then," Faye decided. "Maybe you need better camouflage? Or a tool that helps you look around corners or something."

Little did Faye know that Sexy Teaching Buddy Steve's husband and coteacher was a genius inventor who, like, had probably thought of all the ways one could cheat with technology.

Also everyone just ignore how she was being real coupley and weird and treating this like a shared problem, because Faye sure was.

"There are only 2 weeks left," Stark pointed out. "I don't think there will be a maze again. There might be. But I didn't need to cheat last week." Last week Anakin had been tripped up by his nemesis, sand, which had helped.

"Maybe I just need to convince everyone else to shoot Anakin?" Or maybe not worry too much about a summer class on paintball? Nah.

"Probably wouldn't take much convincing," Faye observed. "You'd just need to cross-reference people in that class and people who have had to do the Wednesday thing and we'd probably have a solid number of people who'd be happy to help."

Psh, only two weeks. That was a whole fortnight in which to get revenge.

"I think nearly everyone has had to do Wednesdays," Stark said with a little eyeroll. How did he end up having to do those ridiculous things every week? "You would think everyone would be willing to attempt revenge." Except for some reason not everyone on the island had started a petty feud with Anakin? Weird.

"I should just stop going out those days. Except the squirrels keep escorting me to the radio station so I'm already outside."

And then, as if he'd just realized he'd been awkwardly standing this whole time, "may I sit with you?" And maybe get a better look at that sheet of paper, or maybe side-eye that magazine's choice of articles?

"God, yes, please sit," Faye said, tossing the magazine aside. (Though not too far! There were other weird suggestions for impromptu face masks in there.) "This is what I'm saying, with the squirrels? Why are they forcing us to do radio?"

Never mind that Faye had gone willingly, recently! Just ignore that!

"Bet they'd make us try to go to the Wednesday thing if we didn't show up, too." Stupid squirrels. With their pushiness. And their glitter.

(Oh god, there would probably be glitter tomorrow, wouldn't there?)

"I didn't want to interrupt if you were busy." With the questionable beauty tips and all. "But thank you," Stark said as he took a seat.

"I don't know why we have to read their notes. I've never had to do it before but they're so insistent." And so glittery, sometimes. They would never be free of the glitter. "I'm not sure what would happen if we tried to skip Wednesday entirely." Well, if they tried to skip Wednesday activities together there would certainly be glitter to follow. "I wouldn't even know where to hide to avoid them. And it might just make it worse later."

Yeah, if they did something on Wednesday together instead of the shenanigans, they'd probably also cause some sort of, like...glitter storm. Maybe a glitter tsunami.

"What if we didn't hide?" Faye suggested. "What if we fought them?"

Faye had the best ideas.

"There are a lot of them," Stark pointed out. "I'm not sure that's wise. And they are awfully small. Would it really be fair?"

No. But who would really be at a disadvantage here?

"I mean, I have guns," Faye pointed out (where the squirrels could hear, foolishly.) "But that can be a last resort. What if we threatened them? What if we turned their glitter on them?"

Fought glitter with...glitter?

"I'm not sure we need to shoot them." Murder for glitter seemed excessive! "And I don't think they'd mind the glitter."

Stark didn't particularly mind the glitter either, to be honest. He just thought the squirrels might be confused.

Faye minded the glitter because she knew that the squirrels were not confused. And the glitter just called attention to it all, when she'd rather just not think and pretend she was a victim of circumstance. ('Circumstance' meaning her own, incredibly deliberate actions. Shh.)

"Would they?" she tried. "We could bomb them with it. Just cover the little monsters with glitter."

Stark maybe just quietly hoped the squirrels weren't confused.

"What if they liked it?"

"Then we have to find something they hate!" Faye insisted logically. "What do squirrels hate? I'm not from here, I don't know."

She knew what they liked. What was the opposite of rum? (Could they steal all the squirrels' rum?)

"I have no idea what they hate," Stark admitted. "I've never asked."

"Then I'll find out on Tuesday," Faye decided. "They always sit there and hand me notes. Maybe I can feel them out a little."

This was one of the weirder marks she'd undertaken for herself, but you know what, this glitter thing was just untenable. Look at what had happened during Jessica's class. Faye blamed the glitter, wholeheartedly.

"Maybe we can somehow combine the squirrel thing with the Anakin thing." Surely Anakin hated glitter, right? That could be a start.

Hey, what happened in Jessica's class hadn't been all bad. Stark just might never show his face there again was all.

"Bribe them to cover Anakin in glitter? Or to cheat at paintball? I'm sure they take bribes. You missed the week Anakin made us all squirrel- sized, didn't you?"

"I did," Faye said, having slept entirely through that afternoon because that was kind of the hazard of being and knowing Faye: she was liable to sleep through anything.

"Was it very terrible?" she asked, unconsciously slipping into a sympathetic, affectionate tone.

"I don't like not being me-shaped," Stark said. "Although I suppose I was. Just tiny. I didn't like it. But I survived."

Obviously, Stark.

Faye nodded, actually thoughtful for once as she absorbed that information. "You turned into a woman that one day," she observed. You know. That one day when Faye had been shooting at things and turning into a fairy and smoking around Din's baby. "And then there was the Halloween thing. Does this not being you-shaped thing come up a lot?"

"Only a few times. Which is more than enough. Halloween was only the once but being a girl wasn't. I haven't counted." Because it was disturbing and Stark didn't want to think on it too much.

"But it never happened before I came here. Not something I would miss if the island stopped making it happen. I like being me-shaped."

He'd also prefer Faye wasn't a tiny fairy in the future.

A tiny fairy who could only communicate in tinkling little chime noises! It was terrible!

"I like you being you-shaped, too," Faye told him. "Though you made a pretty cute girl, for what it's worth. I liked the pink hair."

Did Stark grin a little at Faye’s statement? Of course.

"I'll let you know if it happens again," Stark said. "So you can see."

More likely she'd hear him yelling when he woke up that way, if it happened again.

Yeah, Faye apparently wanted glitter, with how she was saying things like that. Her fond little smile wasn't helping anything, either.

"I mean, maybe I'll switch too, if that happens," Faye pointed out. "I bet I'd be a cute guy, though."

Of course she thought she would.

She probably wasn't wrong though! But she might yell more than Stark about it.

"I'm sure you would be. Maybe we'll find out."

"It would be nice to at least be something fun, if I have to not be me-shaped," Faye decided. "I didn't really like the whole fairy thing. And getting shrunk sounds awful."

But being a guy might be fun! So many questions could be answered.

"Be careful saying things like that out loud. The island might be listening."

And who knows what the island might consider a fun shape!

"Hopefully we can stay shaped like ourselves."

Almost certainly not going to be the case.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Perk | Saturday Morning

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject