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fandomtownies2025-09-22 08:34 am
joan_of_bark) wrote in fandomtownies2025-09-22 08:34 am
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Pick Your Poison, Monday
("Look who sounds confident."
"Well, if the hottest flower in the hothouse likes me, how bad can things be? They're not always perfect..."
"And neither am I, squeaky.")
After a solid month-and-a-half, things had finally settled at home. Harley had fixed whatever multiversal issues she'd been having, the fungus zombies had been laying low, and Pam's stinging side had been gentle on her for several days in a row now. She was going to take that as a good sign - though it had also meant she hadn't exactly been back to Fandom much over the past three days.
She felt guilty about that. The work continued, after all.
Maybe she shouldn't have wasted a weekend celebrating. Maybe Harley made it too easy to pull her away from-- No. She wasn't going to think that way. Harley was important, too.
And so it was with a strange sense of dread that she returned to Pick Your Poison early on Monday morning. Opening the door, sweeping the floors. Vanishing upstairs into the laboratory for long stretches of time.
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"Well, if the hottest flower in the hothouse likes me, how bad can things be? They're not always perfect..."
"And neither am I, squeaky.")
After a solid month-and-a-half, things had finally settled at home. Harley had fixed whatever multiversal issues she'd been having, the fungus zombies had been laying low, and Pam's stinging side had been gentle on her for several days in a row now. She was going to take that as a good sign - though it had also meant she hadn't exactly been back to Fandom much over the past three days.
She felt guilty about that. The work continued, after all.
Maybe she shouldn't have wasted a weekend celebrating. Maybe Harley made it too easy to pull her away from-- No. She wasn't going to think that way. Harley was important, too.
And so it was with a strange sense of dread that she returned to Pick Your Poison early on Monday morning. Opening the door, sweeping the floors. Vanishing upstairs into the laboratory for long stretches of time.
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