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Voicemail
"Katchoo here. Don't know what you want, but that's what voicemail is for, right?"
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Third Rock Comics, Ickibar Space Station, Saturday Late Afternoon Fandom Time
This layover had been inconvenient at best, infuriating at worst, until Katchoo felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She let the call ring through to voicemail, too busy arguing with the cosplay freak who'd gotten up in her face (or more precisely, whose face she'd gotten up into) to derail her yelling just yet.
When she finally listened to the ( Read more... ) -
A Coffee Shop in St. Louis, Monday
Ordinarily Katchoo was . . . let's just say really not favorably inclined toward unexpected visitors, but she couldn't say no to the question when she and Francine had gotten the call from Tara; she had a bit of a soft spot toward the kid, and besides that could relate well enough to what she was going through. (Also a factor for consideration: ( Read more... ) -
A Spot on the Beach, Saturday Late Evening
Katchoo had, by some twist of fate or sick joke on the part of the universe, managed to completely miss seeing Francine at all since she'd woken up this morning, and wasn't even aware Francine was at the reunion; she hadn't exactly gone out of her way to ask. She left her current phone number with Francine's mother whenever she moved or changed ( Read more... ) -
Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis (Tuesday Fandom Time)
Yeah, you try living in the same not-that-big room as someone you'd had a nasty fight with not all that long ago; it wasn't all that fun, especially if you were like Katchoo and had a tendency to let these things simmer.
. . . if you were Katchoo, you also had a tendency to work these things out through painting. That explained the oil-based ( Read more... ) -
Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis, Wednesday 3 Weeks Ago (But Early Thursday Fandom Time)
Katchoo was never going to know who in the pantheon of your choice they'd managed to piss off and please at the same time, but whatever mishap had landed them in Camelot for several weeks had also managed to get them to St. Louis a week before classes started ( Read more... ) -
Room 505, Tuesday Morning Through Early Afternoon
Everything that needed to be packed was packed, everything that needed to be shipped out had been, and pulling that off had been some kind of giant frikkin' miracle but the point was, it was done, just a few straggling bags and a few dozen errant dustbunnies and bits of debris left behind. (And probably a disgusting amount of nicotine residue in ( Read more... ) -
Room 505, Tuesday (Most of the Day)
The last time Katchoo had stayed in any one place long enough to acquire this much stuff, she'd ended up running away to leave it all behind, and not regretting it ( Read more... ) -
Room 505, Sunday Morning
The closet door burst open to the sound of with no small amount of noise, and a young man with wild, sticky-uppy hair ran into the room flailing his arms and yelling, "WAKE UP WAKE UP IT'S TIME TO WAKE ( Read more... )
