everyone has a guilty pleasure
For the first day or so, the rain had been novel. After all, Veronica Mars came from a coastal town in Southern California. Neptune just didn't do rain, outside of El Nino and the near torrential downpours of the winter before last. To be honest, you couldn't even call it winter. There were a few overcast weeks, a surprising number of which came in the summer (blame the ocean). So, for a little while, she had been almost - almost - gleeful about the rain. And then it had lasted for days.
She had run out of things to do short of finding a length of rope and stringing herself up from someone's treehouse, which was out because it involved going out into the rain. Desperation had driven her to the bookshelf where, about forty minutes ago, she had laughed shortly and said, presumably to the bookshelf, "You've got to be kidding me."
She had been faced with a blue hardback, surprisingly thick in her hand, with the orange silhouette of a girl holding a magnifying glass on the cover beneath the words Nancy's Mysterious Letter, the name Carolyn Keene embossed on the side in a similar gaudy orange. She had devoured these things, in their newer, yellow and blue covers, until maybe five years ago when Lilly had started making fun of her for it. "Those are the epitome of corny, Veronica Mars," Lilly insisted. "My mom read those. Please."
So she curled up on the rec room couch and dove in, secretly pleased to find that Nancy Drew was a tiny bit more snarktastic than Veronica had remembered. 74 pages later and all it had accomplished was to bring over Veronica waves of nostalgia, homesickness, and a longing for a 'toasted cheese sandwich.'
[Open to all, old friends and new alike. Tiny Blonde One's in a pretty good mood.]
[Summary: Veronica heads to the rec room to escape her boredom and finds herself reading Nancy's Mysterious Letter by Carolyn Keene. Nancy Drew makes her cheerfully nostalgic, if a little homesick, which is how Jim finds her. They discuss the merits of Dr. Seuss and his daring to rhyme fish with fish, their worry that they might actually prove to be fictional, and coconut bowling.
She also meets Lloyd and finds herself forced to explain sadomasochism to a total stranger, which is hardly a picnic, but possibly less traumatizing than their following discussion on - once again - varying degrees of reality. She introduces him to the concept of washers and dryers.
In the rec room, she talks to William, who's amazed she found the bookshelf anything like cooperative. They discuss Nancy Drew and sympathize with Ned for never getting any (dude, not even a kiss). Somehow talk of clues turns to a discussion of movies, which seem to be more dangerous on the Disc than on Earth.
Finally Chase comes by and mockingly seeks help in the pursuit of his lost sandwish, which they deduce was stolen by Snidely Whiplash. That done with, they talk about surfing, how bored they've been, hair care, and, inevitably, reality.]